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UFOs and Recycling Souls.

“Progress with the process. 
Mine the souls from their casts, 
pour form and reshape.”
— Mudvayne, “Mercy, Severity.”
 
First, a hypothesis once put forward by J. Allen Hynek:
 
“I hold it entirely possible that a technology exists which encompasses both the physical and the psychic, the material and the mental. There are stars that are millions of years older than the sun. There may be a civilization that is millions of years more advanced than man’s. We have gone from Kitty Hawk to the moon in some seventy years, but it’s possible that a million-year-old civilization may know something that we don’t … I hypothesize an ‘M&M’ technology encompassing the mental and material realms. The psychic realms, so mysterious to us today, may be an ordinary part of an advanced technology.”
 

Anecdotal accounts go on to suggest Hynekian M&M-Tech of this type also comes in a portable form typically resembling a small, black box, though its size tends to vary in accounts. The earliest reference may be one made by Major Jesse Marcel who spoke of the Roswell wreckage in an interview:

 
“One of the other fellows, Cavitt, I think, found a black, metallic-looking box several inches square. As there was no apparent way to open this, and since it didn’t appear to be an instrument package of any sort, we threw it in with the rest of the stuff. I don’t know what eventually happened to the box, but it went along with the rest of the material we eventually took to Fort Worth.”
 
The black box is found to be associated with OBEs in an experience recounted in Whitley Strieber’s book Transformation. After waking up around a half passed four in the morning in his infamous cabin, Strieber decided to try using some of Robert Monroe’s methods for achieving out-of-body experiences. 
 
He reports he met with apparent success. After seeing a strange image of a Gray’s hand pointing one of its four, long fingers towards a two-foot box resting on a gray-colored floor, he experienced what he described as a wave of sexual feeling, after which he found himself floating above his body as a “roughly spherical field”. He moved about in his non-physical state, passing through solid objects, and saw two curious things. The first was his cat, which was not with him in the cabin, but in New York City; the other was the face of a Gray being looking in from one of the windows.
 
Another OBE involves a box-like device that sounds strikingly similar to the one described in Strieber’s experience. While in her trailer, lying on the couch and reading in July of 1986, Betty Andreasson reported having heard a peculiar whirring sound and then found a Gray standing beside the couch. She reported that “the being had put a small box or something on the couch”, after which she found herself standing upright, looking at herself, laying down on the couch. She then moved towards the Gray, then moved towards herself, and was frightened to find that her hand went right through her body. 
 
This portable black box device evidently has bonus features as well, doubling as a containment unit for consciousness-transference as graphically exemplified in Karla Turner’s book “Masquerade of Angels.” There she details a narrative from Barbara Batholic’s hypnosis session with psychic Ted Rice during which he relived an experience he had when he was eight years old. 
 
He was brought to a room and placed against a metal plate that stood at the room’s center by two gray escorts, with a red-haired woman entering the room shortly thereafter. The grays stripped him down and the woman then fiddled with some pulsating buttons and switches, causing the plate to change colors. Judging from the monitors, the machine seemed to be scanning his body organs. 
 
The plate Teddy had his back against suddenly tilting back until it was horizontal; he was now lying on his back on a table. Lifting up his head, he saw the grays approach him. They put a headphone-like device on his ears that delivered painful noise and forced him to drink a glass of luminous green fluid which gave him excruciating body sensations, ultimately causing him to vomit. 
 
Suddenly he appeared to be outside of his body, observing it on the table from a few feet away. A formless cloud rose from his body, coalescing into an image of himself, attached by a tendril to the green vomit on his face.
 
“The woman went to the counter for a black, rectangular box, which she carried back over to the table where Teddy’s body lay,” Turner writes. “With a single motion, she turned his body over and placed the black box on the shoulder area. Wires were then attached to the box, and the woman somehow activated it. The little spirit image was slowly sucked into the box, which the woman then removed and replaced on the counter.”
 
Shortly after she surgically severed the head with a laser contraption, he blacked out. When he came to, he found himself in a large room with rows of short tubs containing chunks of meat floating in a dark red fluid. An opening on the side of one tubs pooped out a red sort of bubble and a gray retrieved it, washed it off in a nearby sink and they then faced him, presenting him with what appeared to be a human infant. 
 
The gray then placed the baby inside of a wall cabinet and closed the door as a fellow gray activated controls.  Within a few minutes a door opened and presented a naked duplicate of his mutilated body on a tray. After the grays brought the body to the table, the woman placed the black box on its chest. Though he could not see what was being done, he saw the body convulsing, then breathing. 
 
The box was now removed by the woman as the grays inserted needles in the back of the top of the head, the chest, and at the bottom of each foot. They put drops in his sandpaper eyes and placed the headphones back over his ears. 
 
Other stories involve such consciousness-transference, but without the portable box devices and without having to make a clone from scratch. In Taken, another book by Karla Turner, she describes a similar scenario as she recounts an abduction experience of a woman she calls “Pat”, who recalled being in a large, softly-lit room in the presence of a Gray and a human male. In the room she saw human forms within “sarcophagus-like boxes”, all of whom were covered in some sort of white mist, which sustained them in a state of hibernation. In one of these boxes she caught glimpse of a woman’s body, which she was convinced was her “other body,” as in a previous experience she had been told by the creatures that “they were making a ‘new me.'”
 
Not only Turner receives such cases, unfortunately. In Linda Moulton Howe’s abduction research, she also came across accounts of rooms with clear, cylindrical tubes containing bodies in a state of hibernation. During a 1978 abduction on the Pennsylvania Turnpike, Wanna Lawson was led into a room lined with 2-foot-wide, eight-foot high transparent tubes within which she saw human and alien bodies. While she does not know how it was done, her consciousness was transferred into a “tall, thin, dark-haired female” housed in one of the tubes.
 
Another case investigated by Howe deals with the 1963 abduction in Porterville, California of the then-17-year-old Linda Porter, who was taken by a Gray “scientist” to a room with three tall, clear tubes at the center each housing a swirling, purple gas as well as a hibernating body, apparently human. 
 
She was shown a dying man in his mid-forties lying in a clear, rectangular container. From his solar plexus rose a five-inch-wide, two-and-a-half foot long bright form. It had an inner core of glowing white, surrounded by an iridescent yellow and a final layer of pastel orange. It then floated to one of the bodies, an “empty” male body of perhaps 25 years of age which she took to be a clone of the dead man. 
 
The young body was now floating upright and outside of the tube, slumping a bit forward. The bright form:
 
“…then descended, entering the body at the top of the back of the head, all the way down to the area midway between the shoulder blades. It then merged into the body totally and settled in front of the spinal column in the area of the solar plexus. It then seemed to stretch itself out longer, a few inches up, a few inches down. The body at this point took on an ‘occupied’ look as if the person were merely asleep.”
 
The rectangular container holding the body, which was “now bluish in color and obviously dead”, then “filled up with a liquid to preserve the tissues until it could be dissected. The aliens wanted to find out how some kind of poison had entered the man’s body, how it had progressed through the bodily systems, and at what point the poison (contaminant) had reached a level that the body could no longer deal with the poison.”
 
Linda Porter also added, “After the dissection, I was told that the body would be discarded” explaining that “the aliens think our concept of funerals is barbarous. To them there is no difference between an empty beer can and an empty body.” This sounds incredibly similar to some alleged information Robert Lazar claimed to have comes across as he was working at the S-4 site within Area-51 reverse-engineering alien spacecraft. In the briefing papers, which included short overviews of other projects connected with his own, there was “a book that was almost like a history of the development of the human race” which “was written from a different point of view.” 
 
Here is where he said that whenever “the word ‘human’ came up, it was always replaced with the word ‘containers'” and that “they were talking about the preservation of the containers, and how unique they are” and how “very difficult to find.” The implication, of course, is that by “containers” they are referring to human bodies. 
 
Obviously the technological means of detaching the soul from the body, storing it, and re-attaching it to another body is not necessary; it would seem that we all reincarnate as a natural process. The “black box” technology only seems to be used on abductees; others, such as the man witnessed by Linda Porter, seem to have a disciplined ability to leave an old body and enter another body intentionally, rendering the box unnecessary. 
 
Technology in such cases is still apparently used in order to clone bodies, preserve bodies, and allow bodies to be accessed by consciousness, however. Linda Porter explained that a new body can be readily made and entered; this resonates with the experience of the young Ted Rice. 
 
When the aliens create these spare bodies and store them in reserve, however, they evidently require being placed in what she calls “activation containers”, which were the clear, cylindrical tubes that she saw in her experience. They have a light on the top, she adds, and the body must be bathed in this light for a certain amount of hours before it can be entered. 
 
In his book, The Threat, David Jacobs describes how during the four-and-a-half day abduction of Alison Reed she was taken by a hybrid to a room where she was to meet up with her escort, who had been with her throughout the experience. The room was “large, circular, and had a vaulted ceiling” from which a yellow light streamed to the center of the room into a round sphere of light. She “heard a humming sound” and “saw approximately forty tanks filled with liquid in a horseshoe arrangement”, with each of them tilted slightly back and situated “around the circular wall.” 
 
As she is standing there, the round, yellow light in the center of the room withdraws into the ceiling; then, seemingly at random, the tanks will tilt forward slightly so that they stand erect, at which time the liquid drains out of them with a sound she described as a “wissssshhh”. The beings then walk right through the glass tanks, walking right passed her, until her escort came up to her, surprised to see her there. When she pressed him what they were doing in the tanks, he only said, “Eating and sleeping.” 
 
Do they put on and take off bodies at will? Might each have perhaps a wardrobe of bodies?
 
According to Linda Porter, she was also allegedly told by the aliens that “part of the reason they take tissue samples from abductees when they are quite young is to have this tissue in reserve in case a new body becomes necessary later on” and that the specific man she saw ‘resurrected’ in the clone “would be relocated elsewhere (maybe Australia) and would continue on with his life.”
 
Sometimes the transfer from one body to another is evidently not as swift as was the case with Ted Rice and the maybe-Autrailian. Take for instance Karla Turner’s book, Into the Fringe, in which she writes about hypnotist and abductee Barbara Batholic’s talk with Sandy, a family friend of the Turner’s. Sandy explained a recurring nightmare that first began when she was very young and had had a potentially lethal illness. As Turner describes it: 
 
“Sandy is standing very close to a dull gray surface, her face only inches away. The gray thing is an enormous sphere, so huge that in comparison Sandy is only a tiny dot. Something is drawing her into the sphere, but she is fighting against the urge, for she knows that if she ever enters the sphere, she will ‘never come back.'”  
 
Turner described watching Barbara’s eyes grow larger as she heard Sandy describe it, and then heard as Barbara confessed to seeing the same sphere when she was around five years of age. In private, when pressed by Turner, Barbara dispelled details she had not wanted to express to the already-overwhelmed Sandy. “When I was taken to the sphere,” she said, “I was told that it was ‘a repository for souls,’ where human souls are somehow recycled. If that’s the same thing Sandy saw, I guess she wouldn’t have come out of that sphere alive.”
 
If true, these stories seem to indicate that the aliens have the capability to guide, though technology, a reincarnation process. 
 
They can separate consciousness from the body with invisible energy beams and mysterious black boxes. With those black boxes, they can also store that consciousness. With the sphere we merely find the logical extension of the black box device in this respect: not a mere portable container for consciousness, but a “repository of souls.” With the black box one can also enforce consciousness transference into another body. In any case, one can also evidently preserve back-up bodies in case of death — in any case, the new body is typically a same-age clone of the first.
 
In any case, this would appear to echo what Strieber was allegedly once told by one of the grays, namely: “We recycle souls”.

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  5. gatorguy ⋅

    Though I have not read Strieber’s books, my understanding of soul recycling is different from his concepts. There is no need for the soul to be evil, it may just be someone who wishes to remain on Earth for some extra time. The semi-benevolent reptilian extraterrestrials I talk with sent me instructions on how to accomplish soul recycling. It is best practice to place the soul into a pet since they cannot double in another human for very long without displacing the original inhabitant. There can be shared space with the animal soul and the new human soul transplant that is sort of like a hitchhiker or horseback rider. There are many variations of ETs and certainly some (like the Greys that Strieber encountered) will use soul transfers for less then honorable purposes, though with the ETs I communicate with this is not the case. For them it is more like an after-life learning experiment for all involved. The reward for me personally is more time with a loved one who went to the other side before their time. Remaining on Earth as an Earthbound spirit or ghost is different, being recycled into another living being is a better feeling experience than a free floating spirit. It doesn’t help matters that I’m considered mentally ill, so there are few places I can share this knowledge with an open minded group of listeners. Please refrain from judging me, my belief is paganism so there is no religious rule making soul recycling wrong in any way. Life seeks life and soul recycling into living animals is more natural than going into the sky (Heaven) as a cloud. Ever try having a conversation with one? Can’t really look clouds in the eye when you’re talking with them. Heaven can wait, my loved one is staying here on Earth a while longer.

  6. I was taken into a room that had tubes along the walls. Then taken to one particular tube & shown a body. I was asked if I wanted to occupy that body while on the ship. It was that of a tall , pale skinned female with long black hair. Her eyes were naturally rimmed with black (Like eyeliner). It resembled what Egyptian women did to their eyes. It was incredulous! I did not believe that my soul could be transferred into this body but it was. I was home! I was told that this was my body. My way of thinking changed immediately. I had no in- be- tween. Something was either – or. No grey area! It was either good or bad. There was no kind of bad or kind of good. I felt love for all living creatures. I thought that this was all just a dream. I was not prepared for the truth.
    I have been abducted since I was a very young child. I have played with what I called the little men. They used to let me fly. I flew around my house and outside at 4 yrs. of age. They stayed in my “awake” life until I was about 10. Until then, I was not afraid of them. I would board their ships and thought nothing of it. It was only after I started to mature, after I had forgotten about my little friends, that the abductions started.
    Now…I am almost 80 yrs. old & remember everything. Strange.

    • Arrawanna Allen ⋅

      I reviewed what I wrote here & had to smile in spite of myself. Smile at the simplistic way that I described my souls transfer into its original container. The experience was simple. No machines, of any type, were used to achieve this soul transfer. It was accomplished by sheer will. Fluids drained from around the container in the tube. It was then air dried. Two beings stepped up to hold my occupied container as my soul left it. My earthly body/container was then placed into the tube, fluids were added. What was and still remains awe inspiring to me was the complete change in personality & thought that I experienced. I was my actual self. I was home. I was with my mate. Crazy as this may seem to many non-experiencers it is true to thousands that have had like experiences. I read the stories some abductees write about knowing that we are all different. We are experiencing earthly lives for varied reasons. Reasons as varied as the origins of our souls. Many have reptilian souls. The soul sources vary.
      Many want to know the truth but could they accept that which would destroy all religions? Not one Religion could survive the truth. In the not too distant future mankind will know everything. A future that my & your children & grandchildren will be a part of.

  7. This may interest you. Modern day Enoch

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    The ultimate UFO-Bible connection story from a modern day Enoch. It provides the background and rationale for all other historical and biblical “encounters” as well as those continuing today. The books reveal the reasons. The elegance of the truth is stunning!

    “Close encounter of the FIFTH kind”

    This is a story of an astonishing true account of a which a man named Richard R. Giroux, experienced on October 12, 1994 on the rim canal of Lake Okeechobee, Florida. The contact was deliberate and the communication profound.

    The visitors shared in detail their true nature, their mission, and the reason for their connection with Earth since before the dawn of antiquity. The details of what they shared were not provided through conversation, but via a direct implant of knowledge. They also shared numerous and detailed future sequential events that will verify their message.

    The Visit:

    This is a completely true but amazing experience, and I strongly feel it will interest you. It’s another strange thing that’s going on with some people, a twist of things happening in recent years, worldwide. It was Wednesday, October 12 1994. In what follows a name is changed withholding a man’s identity. Everything else is exactly as it happened. That day around 9:00 p.m. we arrived at Okeechobee from our day’s work in Boca Raton. Okeechobee is a Seminole Indian name meaning Big Lake. Joe was with me. We are computer engineers developing an important product for a big client. It was a difficult job. We needed a change of scene and he was glazed over too from the day’s problems. A ride in the country would give us a change to rest our heads. Escaping our noisy hotel was part of the answer, so driving eighty-five miles to Big Lake was welcome. The beach is usually good but typically it’s a parking problem. At Okee there’s cool clean air with a chorus of wild creatures to hear all around … Relaxing. There‘s no stress or tension. What a place!

    We arrived with just time enough to fix a drink and walk outside by the rim canal. It felt so fine being there on a perfectly clear cool moonless night. The air was wonderful and stars were bright. Looking to the right we immediately saw a light coming. It was over the canal about 800-feet in the air a quarter-mile away. Something close was flying our way. I was thinking This ought to be interesting. Little did I know!

    It seemed like a helicopter by its speed and height, with a big light under it. At the same time there was a twin engine plane flying out over the lake just behind it about two miles away. The plane was noisy and gaining altitude from take off at Okeechobee Airport. So it’s natural that I wouldn’t hear a helicopter coming our way. Only it wasn’t a helicopter, not a plane either, and it’s coming along in the air too quietly. We’re near Route 441 with some distant sounds of traffic going by. But I couldn’t hear this thing coming and it’s getting close. We saw a steady bright glow under it, like a big searchlight playing into the canal. Whatever it is, it had no flashing lights of any kind. But all aircraft are required to have strobe lights at night. As it came from behind a nearby tree into clearer view, we saw it’s a brightly lit disk and still moving toward us.

    I said What the hell is that? Joe was glued. I just watched without a thought and looked hard trying to decide what it was. The disk was still flying toward us, slowly, maybe 20-mph. It flew the same way over the canal until about 300-yards away. Then it went gradually higher to about 400-yards, almost over head. It’s changing direction slightly now, moving to the opposite edge of the canal and over a point about 100-yards in front of us. It slowed, descending as it went by. It’s absurd not being aware that it’s a UFO but it never entered my mind. A UFO is exactly what we saw, the real thing. I never saw one before and this one is really close. It didn’t get closer than 200-yards to where we stood. As the craft flew by, it was perfectly circular, about 35-feet in diameter give or take five. At that height it looks bigger than, say, a full moon rising on the horizon and it’s brighter. As it moved it made a bright white glow with a hint of yellow, bright but without a strain… easy on the eyes.

    No sound, I said – it was totally silent. By then there’s no noisy plane nor any road traffic being heard, no more distractions anywhere. The craft was coming down, low, slowing to a stop and moving east 100-yards toward Nubbin Slough. In five seconds it flew from high over head to where it’s hanging in the air over the levee. We saw it clearly, parked a little above the levee up a 20-degree angle. As it descended the disk-glow was harder to see the lower it came, because the angle was smaller and the glow diminishing. It came to a stop, suspended motionless in the air 100-feet past the ridge of the levee toward the lake, a distance of about 250-yards from us. The craft became dark. Two small soft lights appeared, one each side, square light images although not big as windows. They are reference lights to help us with what happened next. It’s on edge-view and I saw its silhouette, because there’s a lot of light in the haze behind it from the well lit power plant 15-miles away. The plant was under construction around the clock and covered with lights for the night shifts. It looked like a vaudeville straw hat on edge view.

    The upper part of this thing was dark but showed a rectangular silhouette, flat on top, and not as wide as its base where we had seen the glow. The top is a shallow wide cylinder shape. The top part is three times thicker than the base and eight times wider than thick. The base is thinner and a third wider than the upper part… maybe 15% wider on each side than the top. I looked for how the base is connected to the top, curved or straight, but couldn’t see it. It’s a lame description but it was dark. When the craft came low and to a stop, I was thinking Now I will see what they’re doing! Without thinking UFO I knew they weren’t like us inside. This was really different. It amazes me, not realizing the things I know. Like, how might I know ostensibly never having seen one before? Did they send me subconscious thoughts already? And I mean, Lake Okeechobee is a military operating area, and there are rumors we may have flying craft of similar appearance. But this craft is nothing of ours. No question, this technology is special.

    Very quickly after this thought, something happened to me. I didn’t remember it clearly for weeks. What I remembered instead was, that at about this point we turned and went into the house for a few minutes, then came out to look for it again. It’s still visible, glowing over the levee about two miles down, past Nubbin toward the southeast and Indiantown. Again, we turned away with it still in view and went back into the house. The clock read 9:45. Wasn’t that something? Joe said Yeah, you know, some things just happen. He couldn’t function either, both of us were subdued. I was drained. Sitting in the house I was tired and empty of thought. I just couldn’t put two thoughts together.

    I went outside looking at things again and found my vision was different. I could see really well in the dark but soon came back inside. We immediately turned in for the night without a word. Next morning it’s never mentioned by either of us, nothing. Joe never brought up anything about it, not ever. It’s awhile before I came around to it with him. Months later after remembering most of what happened, I phoned Joe about what he recalls. He said Nothing. Months after that I sat him down and probed him to see if he remembered them talking to us. All he’d say was Maybe they were talking to you. And with a grin he said They found no intelligent life here and moved on. It seems all he remembers was seeing a ‘fast moving’ light. It’s a clue …maybe he’s on different ‘time’ than me in this experience. I’d been thinking He simply didn’t want to remember. And he doesn’t want to talk about it at all. At least he knows they came, I’m thinking. He’s my witness.

    We saw the most incredible event in anyone’s life experience, uncommon in all human experience, yet we lost interest in it? We turned our backs, headed inside and simply went to bed. Nothing like this could happen in normal circumstances. But there’s certainly nothing normal about these circumstances. Something very different happened that October night. After they left us I was mentally washed out, tired and just about dysfunctional. It’s the chance of a lifetime for two curious people like us, who are no pedestrians to technology and who earned educations in four scientific disciplines between us.

    We could’ve done much more investigating at the time, because there were binoculars, a camera, and a 2½-inch refracting telescope all within five yards of the door from where we stood. None of it mattered. We simply couldn’t function acting on our own will. We had no initiative, none, zero. Best I could do was look and wonder. After weeks of trying, memory and the details began coming. I did it mostly while driving to work with plenty time to think. Eventually I got nearly everything back. Here’s what happened. We watched as the craft came lower, stopped, and became darker. Two small lights appeared. The craft was parked in the air just inside the levee of Big Lake maybe as close as 200-yards away. As we watched, something hit me, a marvelously happy feeling and I knew at the time it was coming from the craft. I thought THIS is a really good sign whoever they are.

    The happiest feeling of anticipation had suddenly come upon me. I knew to expect something wonderful to happen between them and me. They were doing something to affect my mental state giving me a wonderful feeling of euphoria. It‘s nothing like anything I’ve ever felt, a totally joyful happy feeling beyond description. I was so glad they were here and understood, waiting for something. I dared not move a muscle although knew I wasn’t restrained. Whatever came next I wanted to be part of it. Next, I was sensing a projection of thought to me, when soon thought-speech appeared in mind in my own idiom. But there’s some fumbling, because I first heard some unintelligible words and a series of growls. I thought It’s growling at me. But it definitely seemed like a recording coming up to the wrong speed.

    Sure, as in, they don’t know how to operate their ship. Much later I saw they were showing me that technology is being used. It sounded like technology was being engaged and directed to me. It’s growling, why’s that? … thinking This might become difficult… how very odd all this is. Next I heard the word…Mrep! (Visitor) Mrep, what the hell is…? With that exchange we were talking. It’s like they’re tuning on what I was getting. How could they know? Yes, they’re already reading my thought responses. We’re communicating! They’re talking with me and the warm feeling of expectation was at its height. I thought this is actually happening, happening here and right now. Right now! Wide-eyed I couldn’t believe it, thinking It’s too fantastic… they’re real, what a discovery!

    A man’s voice was very friendly, saying Yes, up here. We’re here. You’re looking at us and we can see you. You hear us talking to you. We know you’re interested in us. It’s okay, we won’t harm you. (Visitor) At this exact moment Joe said Damn! Obvious excitement, because he realized he could hear them too. They’re here and they’re talking to us! But there’s a problem, I notice these speech-thoughts went by really fast for a typical English-speaking dialog. It wasn’t like two people speaking with each other, where more time is inserted between thoughts, where we allow each other time to think in the process. It was going by as a flood to grasp, near my limit. I found it difficult and didn’t want it this way, but it was also all clearly heard and understood. There was only time to respond, no time to form any questions, which may have been deliberate. It seems to account for speed of the exchange. They were deliberately pacing the exchange so we couldn’t ask them any questions.Next the voice said…We want to meet and show you around.

    We do stop and show others sometimes and they have a good time. We want to be friendly.
    Would you like to see everything here and have a ride? (Visitor) Immediately, a silly image of a guy popped into mind. The guy was sitting in a deckchair with sunglasses, a blue blazer, white slacks and shoes, with a captain’s cap. If this was supposed to be an image of me having a good time, it struck me as totally bogus, because I would not imagine something so ridiculous in my situation. They must have sent it. I thought nice try. But it’s also okay with me. My thought in exchange made it okay, because I obviously knew it wouldn’t be like that. It was humorous. I’m thinking now, these guys do have a sense of humor.Imagine that? I’m invited. I was so excited and thought Really! …and emphatically thought Yes! I was so happy, so excited and grinning hugely. I shot a glance at Joe. He had on his biggest smile, too, although he didn’t look at me. Quickly, I looked back to the craft feeling they didn’t want my attention anywhere else. No voice said so but I understood a thought to be…Now look here a moment. (Visitor) I replied thinking Okay …doing just that. We had switched from our explicit dialog to a direct implicit thought-flow between us; telepathy, explicitly vs. implicitly.

    Between reference lights I could see a tiny spot beginning to boil and enlarge. There’s a grayish-green circular spot and it’s getting bigger. A fuzzy spot had formed and was expanding but slowly at first. It appeared to be swarming with motion and became a cloud-like image emanating from the edge-center of the craft. It was swarming in the sense that it appeared to be boiling with a lot of motion and was fuzzy to look at. It was fairly uniform. Next I saw circular arcs being traced out one at a time. The circular cloud was growing out of a tiny port on the craft. Arcs appeared at the edge of the circular cloud at twelve o’clock and moved on a curve to its center at the port. Arcs emanated from the same point-source and immediately began getting bigger, growing into a tear-shaped envelope. One of the yin-yang symbols on the South Korean flag comes to mind, the one curving left, but was narrower.

    In all five or six formed, each growing onto the upper right side of the circle-like cloud. After they were all formed the cloud became more oblate, squarer with rounded corners. The envelopes formed sequentially, the first beginning from the 12 o’clock position. Each one was growing on the lower edge of the preceding one. The tear-shaped envelope is a sort of bottle. Next, I saw contents of the bottle growing from the smaller back at the edge toward its larger front at the port. It’s growing into the space rather than filling into it. This is a biological process and how it grew was amazing. The process took only a few seconds to complete each teardrop envelope of its contents. Growth would suddenly appear in discrete steps, not gradually filling within chambers of the envelope. I saw its compartments being filled in.

    Each cell of the envelope is irregular in size, shape, and volume. It reminds me of compartments of a complex soap bubble, itself being formed of bubbles within the biggest bubble. The inner bubbles are the cells being filled in a flash-instant of growth. There’s a tiny pause, then the process moves to an adjacent cell. The progress of moving between cells reminds me of how water drops suddenly connect together moving down a dry surface. Just a tiny hesitation before they merge. The next one would get its space filled, and so on until the envelope was totally complete. Each cell was filled with different stuff; some of it was light, some was darker color. The only thing coming to mind that’s similar is tadpole jelly from the swamp I played in as a kid. As each envelope filled with growth, a new envelope was immediately traced out under it. It would fill and so on until all of them were complete. The envelopes developed in a clockwise stack under each other, the last one being grown at the five o’clock on the cloud-circle.

    When the processing was complete the cloud-object changed its character, getting bigger much faster. It changed to greenish-yellow from gray-green …more yellow now. Next it began coming, moving rapidly down to us.It traveled the 200-250 yards in under three seconds, closer to two. I was startled to have it come so fast but I wasn’t scared. As it came, it changed the angle of descent twice. It started down steeply and changed to half the angle at half the distance. Within the last 100-feet it changed again by half the angle, arriving with a shallow slope only slightly above us as it swept in. As it came I saw the cloud was 3X taller than wide, luminous but not bright and without distinct features. That is, except for a perfect black ellipse centered in its upper third, the major axis at vertical. The cloud was symmetrical about its vertical. That is if you could fold it in half, both sides would match exactly.

    The black object seemed like a tunnel in the cloud, like a big eye, but wasn’t. I searched hard as the mist approached, looking for any definition but saw no detail anywhere. The elliptical feature disappeared without me noticing as the cloud arrived. I feel it’s there merely as a focus, a diversion but nothing significant. The cloud was strange-looking, much bigger than us but wasn’t itself a creature. At its edges I vaguely recall seeing separate forms the instant it arrived, the kind of thing you can see if you don’t look directly at it. They came so fast I couldn’t focus my eyes fast enough. It’s like they’re on each side of it, the landing party of workers sent by who’s ever in charge. I’m thinking This is my chance to see something …but no way.

    Another interesting point; the light cloud approached low over water, yet I saw no reflection from the water as it came. It’s low enough near the end and I should have seen it. But it didn’t happen. For a year the subtlety escaped me, as in, what’s wrong with this picture? What sort of light is that anyway?

    I know that Joe saw the cloud come, too, because as it arrived he hollered No! Joe felt threatened, and anyone would trying to hold onto normal reality. Here is his only known world. Something like this has no place in ordinary life experience… does it? As the light cloud swiftly engulfed us I felt nothing different. We were immersed in a yellow mist. I struggled to see something, anything. Then looking down and to the right I saw motion. Something smaller was moving toward Joe. I saw a small person like a five-year-old shuffling past at a half-run followed immediately by another exactly like the first. I only saw them from the belly down. The glare of yellow light was masking everything. No one came toward me. They went toward Joe, standing to my right four feet away.

    Besides their size I made two other observations of them. Their knees are simpler, the same thickness as their thin non-muscular legs. Their knees are nothing like our thick knobby knees. When they run they don’t lean forward enough as we do. Their backs are nearly straight. Nobody runs like they do. I’d fall down trying to run like that. I’ve imitated their posture trying to make a step but couldn’t move. I’m thinking they’re really lightweights. Their upper bodies are minimal. As I watched them go I’m thinking There’s no sidewalk over there. They loped past about three feet over the edge of the sidewalk, out over water. Their loose silvery metallic-looking clothes glowed from the surrounding mist, but less bright than the light. How many came I don’t know, I saw only two. But an interesting thought comes to mind.

    I’ve seen bodies of these workers being custom grown, all six of them. A biological process happened just before they came. Seems they use such bodies to work here with us, like we wear our jeans and jacket. If it’s so, what technology! But it makes a guy speculate about what form they’d normally take, to assume biology-wear as a work suit. It’s what happened.

    The mist was a nuisance, I couldn’t see much. I looked carefully at what there was to see. I remember looking at the bright yellow light source at floor level. The bright object was lighting the cloud creating the mist. It’s on the ‘floor’, parallel and even with the edge of the concrete sidewalk but beyond water’s edge about four feet.

    The light’s a half-ellipse two inches high, eight inches long. It’s the mechanism making a platform under them, extending over the water where they’re working. The light had bright radials sticking up from it in the vertical plane and was located parallel to the edge of the concrete sidewalk. I saw the bigger radials of light are separated at 20-30 degree angles from each other, bright from the source and quickly becoming less distinct, fading a few inches above source.

    Radials would all shift together at irregular intervals, hopping back and forth, yet holding their places and distances to each other as they all jumped to another position. My impression was, it’s compensating for load dynamics on the platform as the workers moved about.

    I closely studied this light show until I understood what it’s doing. I looked up and forward into the mist thinking Now, what next? Then I felt I was going… Going? It’s really subtle. No weight off my feet or of being uplifted, but a feeling of departure, upwards. Then… blank. I was blanked for a time, because next I remember coming to, realizing I’d been blanked. I was again conscious, present, feeling some air. I seemed to be back on the sidewalk where I’d been. My body was still standing there just as before. I felt the gentle air from the canal. My eyes were still closed, although I felt I could open them if I wanted but didn’t. Seems, somehow I knew we weren’t finished yet.

    I heard a slow vibration, about 8-Hz, like a flutter. Then quickly it’s gently against my forehead. In a moment it went in. It’s inside my head! It was not interfering with my mind, I could still think. But I’m being buzzed by a wave, a gentle, extremely low frequency (ELF) wave… thinking What’s it doing?

    ELF wave was getting harder, slowly rising in intensity and in frequency. I felt like it was charging my brain, like a capacitor, more, more, and more. It kept on increasing, the frequency going up, up, ever upwards. On and on and I’m thinking Will it ever end? …Knowing it’s going to my limit and wishing it would find it soon.

    But it kept going higher, higher. How could it go so high? I wasn’t happy with the wave continuing upward. It’s tough to take but it went to an unbelievably high level before finally hitting my limit. It abruptly stopped with a pop at the top of my head. Receiving the buzz was an extremely rude experience. I was grimacing, eyes and jaws tightly clenched to withstand its powerful effect. There’s never any pain, just a force. When it ended, I got released and it doubled me over spinning me around clockwise. I saw Joe’s feet where he’d been, still standing next to me. I shouted What the hell was that? Damn!…Thinking I am back. Have I just landed on my feet? . I’m on my feet. It felt strange being back, like where had I gone? Physically I don’t feel I went anywhere.

    I was zapped hard by something and was afraid, thinking Maybe I’m ruined. It’s the most physically stunning experience. I staggered around a long moment, 10- or 20-seconds, trying not to fall into the canal. I was cursing trying to get a grip on reality, trying to get my balance. Everything’s distorted, nothing making any sense as I look around. For once I’m scared, thinking I might stay this way. The wave was forceful and its release was like having grabbed a 240-volt AC line… new meaning to the word stunning. It also cleared out my thought processes but not where I live in my mind. That part was still unaffected, because I was myself the whole time. Rude as it was I still had the glad feeling like before. Maybe it’s all in friendship, and if so I’d hate to be on their other list. Good time, is it? The only thing coming to mind was that they’d given me a capacity test, taking a measurement. But Guinea pig? There’s obviously nothing else it could be.

    Finally I was coming out of it, looking around for them. The disk was moving away, flying over the canal a mile to the east. It made a curious maneuver, a small move to the right to back over the levee. But it did so in a spiral motion, first moving left then rolling in a downward circle coming up to the right, all the while keeping its horizontal axis parallel to the ground. It’s a victory roll.. Way too odd! I’m thinking Someone’s got a real sense of humor in there. Their job clearly has some humor in it, watching me deal with effects of the Buzz. More than coincidental, the maneuver was for my benefit, because I understood it as a wave goodbye. The little buggars!

    They had to know I was looking, like they were watching through my own eyes somehow. But what’s the relationship and why so friendly? Well, I’d actually discover why four years later. There’s more ahead about them, you’ll be impressed. It’s easy for me to see their maneuver, because my eyes were so slowed down. My eyes were now like a video screen, with light-paint lingering, delayed in a sort of light-smear, tracing out its path as I watched the craft circle moving back over the levee. I was thinking Fishermen at Nubbin Lock are getting a big surprise as this thing flies low over them …right …about …now. I laughed to myself about it.

    Shortly later I looked toward the Nubbin again, still getting my bearings. White lights all looked very yellow now, blurred …even smeared. They’re much bigger than usual although not brighter. What seemed different was, when I moved my head, the lights smeared to over where I was now looking. Then the smear slowly faded. Also, I had tremendous night vision, almost like day. I could see everything around me, up and down the canal. Everything is clearly lit by a yellow light glow. There’s more. I also had eagle vision at will. I could will myself to have a close-up frame of any object I wanted to see. It would simply appear closer and bigger. Such total surprise! I stood looking at things in a residual yellow-light effect. I could see better by it. The light cloud was gone, of course. At the time, there were very few lights down the canal and not big. But that night they helped light up the whole canal. Otherwise it’s blackness down there when there’s no moonlight. I enjoyed my newly given ability only briefly, because we were washed out and tired.

    At that point we stopped looking and went inside but soon came out, again, for another look. I saw the disk glowing brightly two miles down, still near the levee. Back inside the house it was drab, really dull and uninteresting after being outside seeing things. Artificial light so close to me inside was annoying. My vision had changed. I was sensitized to see by different light and its effect is awesome. If the Army only knew that a directed ELF produces fantastic natural night vision. Fat chance though, that they’d make anything happen like this in a hundred years. It’s modulated ELF. We sat in the house a few minutes saying nothing. I felt so different than normal, like being at arms length from myself. I could still think but I couldn’t scan-think, like in thought synthesis. It‘s the processes needed for reaching conclusions. Thoughts wouldn’t flow in that way.

    Then without discussing it we headed for the bedrooms. I threw myself down on the bed and stared to the ceiling, trying to rethink what happened. In the pitch-black room my new night vision didn‘t help. I couldn’t see.Next, it’s morning …a dreamless sleep all night. Like flatline, there’s nothing in my head. I woke up rested with the event first in my mind. Again, Joe and I didn’t speak of it the whole way to Boca. It’s perfectly ridiculous, but we’re keeping the same ‘secret’ from each other. It’s too taxing to discuss, besides I only wanted to relive it privately. By that night my special night vision was gone. But my eyes played tricks concerning eagle vision. Sometimes it’s in, sometimes it’s out. It gave me problems driving, because scanning for traffic in the mirror sometimes a car seemed too close, nearly on top of me. Seconds later, it’s back to normal. The car was where it should be. It’s annoying and dogged me for days. Weeks passed. I’m rethinking the event everyday while driving. Gradually more and more came back and I wrote everything down. Finally I had it all except for being blanked. That part wasn’t recovered… if I got my ride after all.

    PS: Years later someone explained to me that ELF is extraordinary stuff. It’s like my visitors used a handheld device, working up close while doing me with ELF. That’s interesting technology, because governments communicate with their submarine fleets using ELF. But there’s a difference. All our efforts need an antenna big as a football field to create such long waves.

    As a result of the encounter, he wrote four books with the information they gave him and asked him to write in astounding detail. The contents of these books provide the rationale for our lives and the answers to questions that mankind has been asking since the beginning.

    Book 2 Chapter 5. Soul Works

    Martha held the door and we stepped into the brightness of a big room, 2X longer than wide. Turn of the door handle stopped with a heavy clank, sounding secure if ever it needed to be. Doors mean we have security concerns where we work in hyperspace, because nothing we have there is extraneous or unnecessary.

    Why, and secure from what? There are risks in places this ship goes with competing and undesirable entities loose in the hyperspace. Also, this ship can go anywhere in or between districts, including completely into Earth’s physical realm. And it’s easy to see that people here, might become a problem. But in general the issue of security remained a mystery to me the decade as I wrote. Now, I’m able to say more.

    Immediately Paul came cordially greeting us. Most of them wear bright green uniforms, like katydid color… a grasshopper green. I saw his narrow gold stripe running vertically over the right shoulder and going down the back. He began introducing his crew. Mark was nearest and to my left. He has dark hair and eyes and wears an all-black uniform. He was intently working at a rounded rectangular all blue-grass green tank. He looked up cheerfully and with a big smile he warmly greeted me. We shook hands.

    I paused repeating his name because it’s short, wanting to be sure I got it. Seeing this, Paul repeated his name. Then Mark nodded and repeated it. Paul motioned me to a man thirty yards away standing in the back of the array of waist-high tanks. He’s Luke and he appears quite like Mark, same coloring and same undecorated black uniform. I waved to regard him and he waved back with smile and a nod as to a brother. They work with the tanks and the ‘tanks’ are amazingly important.

    With a right-handed gesture Paul looked to a cheerful young lady working at a desk just beyond him. She’s Samantha, his aide and next in-charge. Samantha smiled brightly, enthusiastically reaching for my hand. And tightly holding it, we shook hands. I repeated her name and seeing that, she repeated it. Samantha is a blue-eyed blonde, lots of long brightly beautiful hair and a very pleasant face. Like Paul, she’s uniformed completely in green, no other distinction.

    The protocol has people being presented in the order of seniority. Mark and Luke are senior to Samantha, yet she’s second in-charge at Life Casting. And as such she’s uniformed as Paul is. The men in black are Life Arbiters, deciding the lives of all unfinished souls on Earth. Mark and Luke are doing the most special work on-board.

    Beyond Samantha, I was introduced to two men dressed as she was. Paul gestured upstairs to an L-shaped balcony ending at a room on the right. Seven metal steps lead up to a hallway. A solid wall is on the right. On the left is a half-wall with a glass-like partition on top to the ceiling. It overlooks the bay of tanks. I went up to the first man. He’s Gregory, blue eyes, and thick curly honey-blond hair. He’s working with a low cylindrical machine on the floor. I interrupted and he smiled, shaking my hand. I repeated his name, then introduced myself.

    Pressing on through a passageway to the back, I met Samuel. He was standing around the corner operating a machine and I was interested. We smiled and introduced ourselves, shaking hands. Martha and Paul had stayed at the lower level near the front.

    Samuel is blond with the brightest blue eyes, exceptionally blue. I studied him and he noticed, feeling unsure about that and it distracted him. Samuel is tall like me and slender. I noticed he had a few surface moles on his neck. I’m realizing now, they’re not blemishes or defects, but marks of character in heaven. And we are all characters!

    Samuel told me about the machine, giving me a demo. It’s amazing! The device selects a soul and its target, an earth-body appropriately, and guides that soul into its next physical body and a new life. He was preparing a man being sent into a new Earth context. The machine is at least 7-feet tall, rack-mounted equipment of four 2×2-foot levels. On every level, rectangular units populate the open racks. A few have small pipes connecting them together. Tubes looked about like a set-up of wave guides for microwaves. It was plumbing, not of cables. There were metal tubes with an outside diameter of ¼-inch, about a ½-cm.

    Next, he bent over doing something. I saw him toggling a valve or switch at 2nd level in the rack. This caused the next one in the system to be loaded, coming from one of the tanks. It moved into the dispatch chamber to ready state. The chamber is at eye-level. I saw a coupling, containing a small flat viewing glass. A transparent tube ran under it. At the end of the tube is a gate, acting like a valve.

    The next guy was halted there in the window for our viewing. Samuel paused allowing me to see a small sea-green fluid-like quantity was contained in the transparent tube. Samuel said There he is! You can see him in there. We both looked and he did something. It caused the soul to be vented, released away coming into his next life.

    He’s guided and it’s Galicia technology at work. We use technology doing God’s will for you. The Administrators have all the technical means, controlling events from sub-heaven in near proximity to Earth. It seems they’re like ‘space aliens’, but they are God’s people at work with you.

    That’s all there is to it, operationally. We select a soul from the holding tank, doing some appropriate life matching, and we dispatch it into a new body and life. A proper life match was made from a list of eligible options for casting each of you into your life-plan. To me the technical implications are staggering to contemplate, because an appropriate life was selected for you, body-type, life-type, nationality, and all your potential life means.

    Before the early 1960’s your life-type was selected by either Mark or Luke. They use a list of eligible life options, which you’ve established for yourself. After the 1960’s Mark and Luke were both here on Earth, bodily with us. It means others were called in, handling their special work and continuing the mission in service directly to Chancellor Moses.

    You were eligible for the life class you’re now living, from a choice made from a list of life types. Life Arbiters choose from your personal matrix, from the more or less equivalent life eligibilities. Your life context and circumstances steers your growth… if you’re living it in The Lord’s ways. Otherwise in these times, it steers to your destruction, strictly depending on you, your heart and daily choices.

    Either you sink yourself or you rise above this world. You have steered through the whole patchwork pattern from who you are and your previous life choices. All your successes and failures in those lives, have steered you into who you are now, in your present life scenario. Look at yourself more closely, very closely. You’re now completing your final life in undergraduate development. Your behavior in life, now, reflects all your previous life choices and their outcomes. And it’s why you’re still here. Assess yourself carefully, using the meter of this new information, the better for understanding what’s really going on with you.

    Paul’s department was filled with equipment, looking like a combination machine shop and a plating factory. There’s piping and large rectangular tanks laid out in rows. I saw four sets of two green-colored tanks, standing toward the back in that large room. This space is a tenth of the whole ship.

    Mark said Those tanks hold unfinished souls. I was astonished and said Unfinished souls? Paul said Yes, and repeated it, nodding affirmatively. They were smiling broadly, all of them, to tell me this fact… nodding Yes. Paul’s department does all your life casting.

    Paul said Yes that’s where they’re kept and we all laughed. It’s where you were stored before your selection and life casting. Not very noble to my mind, and it does put an edge on your status, here, as an unfinished soul.

    I was thinking his department is about like a sausage factory from its atmosphere in there. From this I see that an individual life’s walk is a mere building block of the soul, until having lived straight enough to become fully developed. This process goes on from beginning to end, every cycle, until you’re eligible to graduate or you run out the clock by your otherwise poor choices.

    So, what can you see about the so-called free roaming spirits? There’s none of your kind. Ghosts roaming the earth, represent a grave risk to you. Spirits or ghosts accessible to us by conjure or mental arts, who somehow come spontaneously, are all a threat to you. Don’t accept any of it at face value, run! Go the other way, because everyone who departs from here went back until April 1997. Thereafter, they’re completely and timelessly suspended, done with their lives and are awaiting The Lord.

    There simply are no in-between free-roaming or lost unfinished spirits, here, of our kind. But having said that let me qualify it with this. Samantha attested to me that her brother appeared to her just after his demise, giving assurance that he was all right. It shows me that a certain few people are, indeed, lingering with a message after their passing. They are Elders and their work is beneficial with us. Any of the others are demonic, also Elders. Be guarded! Don’t give them an opening… Invoke Jesus first!

    Be warned! There truly are powerful entities of the dark side loose in this world. It’s their gig, what they do and their only reward. If you let them they can and will deceive and confuse you, or worse. If you call them, they will come to stay. Cut a deal, and they’ll share their power with you until you’re tied, tagged, and bagged… your choice.

    Only real people are your friends. Like, who? People, those I’ve carefully described in so many experiences of my own. Even so, beware! Some unfriendly entities may present themselves as people as told in chapter of my rescue. How to see which one? The right kind of friend will not lead you the wrong way, that is, away from Lord Jesus. Also there may be other hints. Visible things about them like physical defects and limitations won’t seem right.

    I’ve seen one most unusual exception and he’s also almost a person, the figure of a man but of a light-image, only. All but his hands were seen and they’re invisibly covered, not being light-visible. When I saw him, he was bending toward our bed but straightened up facing me when he saw me looking. In the moment he faded, stepping back through an invisible vertical plane. It swept over him fading him out back-to-front as it passed, leaving him on the other side, no longer visible.

    Well, we of God’s family don’t appear to each other this way. We appear fully in God’s image like people. It took me two more years to dump the idea that he was an angel, one of us, when I found him exactly described in The Bible. I was stunned to learn he was none other than Satan, himself. More is offered ahead in reading Samantha.

    The clear message is, except for visible people and obviously people, be very wary of any other type of ‘spirit’ manifestation. Avoid contact with anything wispy, fuzzy, or ghostly and nothing to do with a deceased person. None of these are of God. They don’t represent any of God’s spirit-people. Leave it immediately. Don’t be drawn in by any such manifestations.

    With this more clearly explained, let’s return to Samuel in the Soul Works. I was quite impressed to view this process with Samuel. It’s one more demo among the many others I’m given. Recalling this whole memory now, it’s extremely interesting to be re-seeing in-mind. It’s how life casting is done, using technology over and over again for everybody, that you may become a ‘finished’ soul by the appointed time… Now.

    In Paul’s department all of them look like young grad students, too young for such awesome responsibilities anywhere but there. Think about it, I certainly had to. It’s revealing, knowing that heaven in Galicia District command has done all these great things with you over the millennia according to God’s will. I include myself and others here. We’re each walking God’s plan for us, whatever it takes, and hard as we make it. This is what’s really happening.

    They can uniquely identify you. Then, not only can they target your soul into a specific new body, they know what type of life they’re casting you to in that body. They know in advance, its potentials for growth in your life. Win or lose, achieve or squander!

    When temporal death separates you from your earthly body, others higher do a postmortem with you of your life’s walk. Someone at HC knows and assesses your achievements and failures, and what you’ve actually done in life. It’s the same game here, playing out your conscience versus will in your life’s walk, be it grand or humble.

    No one at Galicia District works hard at any of it, doing their job perfectly. They’re God’s appointed Administrators. All the needed apparatus is in place for them. It’s a huge simplification to say, all they need to do is turn the crank for so many thousand years and out comes the yield of newly finished souls. That really would be too much like a sausage factory, describing a process more wonderful than I can say. Besides, we’re all different, even if our general life contexts were similar, one life to the other. From this description you can see what’s been going on.

    Example: If you’re a mass murderer in your last life, a testament to the quality of your heart, you’ll not be cast as bishop over a charity hospital. It’s simply not on the list of options available to you, next, for one whose spirit has recently acted so contrary to God’s Law.

    God has appropriate opportunities for such a person being recast. He shall again do the rest according to quality of his heart. It means who you’ve become when the Endtime comes, has been entirely up to you. The list of ‘life options’, resulting in your present life-casting has come from the Grace Arbiters, and Ezra’s department at HC.

    As with any implication, its antecedent isn’t assured, meaning if you find yourself cast to a difficult life now, it doesn’t necessarily mean you’ve gone so wrong before. There’s a spectrum of ways and paths into life, all steered by your prior results in life. It’s all weighed deciding your present life. What’s your heart say about it? Hard, easy, or something in-between, means this: God intends you to act in your own behalf doing something important within your present life’s walk. These special times mean you have a personal responsibility for yourself. There’s something big you need to do in life.

    Development of your soul is all about growth and rising. We grow stronger from difficult circumstances. Success doing the difficult weighs more than success doing a cakewalk, unless you turn an idle life into one of love, caring, and selflessness. These concepts aren’t obscure, they’re the values of a Jesus-like person.

    If you have tough problems in life, then you simply have bigger opportunities to grow, becoming greater in God’s sight than before. See your situation for what it is. This point of view is a tough sell to anyone in pain. No one wants to deal with it, but it’s the truth. People have hardship to overcome, given within plan. Some have it of their own making from departing their intended plan. Willfulness does it so it’s not too hard to know which path you’ve taken.

    Everyone needs to search their heart for the right course. Stay with it, we’re almost done. Remember, there are unseen people around you, watching and listening. They’ll help you if you act to help yourself. Don’t look over to the next guy, thinking Look at all he has compared to me… I deserve better. No, it’s as I’ve said. In God’s sight, you were matched to the life you’ve received. But you can succeed with it.

    I’m warning everyone, here, living higher than most others today. Guard yourself! Try to live an enlightened life being fair, and try to be good. What you have is God given, too. Make the most of it as your heart dictates, seeking to be guided. It’s my privilege to tell you, truly, it’s no accident that people are cast to the precise life that they have now. It’s all to God’s purpose for you, wealth included, unless you went bad to get it. It is your signal, think on it. Are you able to do God’s work with your resources? And if so, will you?

    For the lot assigned to each man moves along with him and carries him along with it. He remembers also that every rational being is his kinsman, and that to care for all men is natural to man; and that a man should not care for the opinion of everybody but those only who live according to (God’s) nature. – Marcus Aurelius, Meditations.

    As for other worlds of development, all the souls of a cycle stay in it, returning only to the world of their cycle of development, no changes, all the way to completion. But we know there are exceptions in life, we’ve all seen some. So at first I thought maybe there are some exchanges. Paul’s people may have means to intersperse lives from this cycle into another cycle in other places.

    It might conceivably be desirable for some souls, giving them exposure to what’s going on elsewhere. After all, there are imports and exports of our people between districts from knowing Judith’s charter. But as I would discover, none of you are being exchanged between worlds. This will be shown better farther ahead. The answer is, only the appointed admin people are being moved between districts. God’s management personally send us into a life-mission here, steering a desired outcome in your development.

    Galicia District is ten thousand galaxies in scope, yet there are four pairs of tanks. Why four and not just one? It separates unfinished souls into four strata within sexes for casting. It’s a clue that people are not equal, doing their life walks. Notice, there’s an even number of tanks to keep sexes separated for casting.

    The whole district crew was aboard this one ship, doing their work. It tells me it’s their main one. The ship was very big, though not great in size. Something about their ‘timeline’ is implied, too. It’s extremely fast relative to us, here.

    From one big ship they’re controlling all that’s ongoing in the district. There’s only one Great Cycle at a time, a fine point of your importance to God. Even if there’s other ships, we are the only few administrators. There’s no need for another ship than this one. Also, I made an estimate of the volume of these eight tanks, combined. It’s 250-million souls. It means there are souls stored mainly elsewhere in greater numbers.

    This local capacity is for dispatching a flow of new lives in an ongoing dynamic process. These tanks are not for general holding-storage. All souls waiting for recasting are suspended in time. They’re inert to our ‘timeline’, there. The holding tank was where you went, every time you departed at the death of your physical body.

    You arrived to the tank only after processing, being evaluated and measured, preparing you for a new life. Tanks are being emptied now until the End, when the last baby is born here. No one who’s dying now is being returned to a tank.

    When you’re done with your walk in these times, it’s over. You’ll stay here ‘sleeping’, suspended in time of the world, awaiting Jesus’ return to Earth. No suicides are now being returned to life. They’ve made their final result and are awaiting their Judgment. Warning, see your life through without willfully risking it.

    Human bodies are very much the same from place to place at this level of being. There are differences in people between districts. Galicians have ears. Whiting people have none, but they have six fingers and toes. Small variations are within bounds. Each body is a host for the same kind of spirit. Individually from person to person, we’re all different, depending on who we’ve already grown to be.

    The ship I toured was big and it’s compartmentalized. I reckon it is circular, a thousand feet across. And it’s filled with technology. Also, there were office spaces and consoles. Martha gave me a personal walk-through of some of it, life casting and the ship’s transporter – engine room, if you prefer. I was also shown the work of Admin.

    Martha and I left Life Casting and went to an empty office section where I was offered something to do. It’s an admin area, wood paneling and wood desks of reddish rich-grained wood. She left me there alone at a desk. The area was big enough for a half-dozen desks, bordered by chest-high partitions topped by two-foot glass. I sat at a desk in a big black exec-style chair and was looking around the place.

    A man seen from the back was in the corridor walking by. His uniform was something like mine but reverse of Martha’s. I saw a blue jumper with black atop the shoulders, no sash, no distinction, and black below the waist. It took me a year to re-see that his jumper wasn’t the same as hers.

    In a moment Martha returned, paper in hand. She said We thought you might like to assign some people’s lives to them. What a surprise! It’s an honor, I’m thinking. Little did I know! I agreed and took the list from her. The whole deal was a set-up bringing you my own experience, as calculated and as intended. Everything they’ve given me has been scripted for me to get all these details and give them to you, like a news desk reporter.

    I shuffled through the papers looking over the list. It seemed like rather little for me to do. I see I’m used to more action at what I do. The full scope of what I do was blanked. This was important work but it seemed like so much paper shuffling. I wasn’t too moved at the prospect until curiosity prevailed. So I focused on it. Realizing this now, I don’t see how I’d possibly be bored with the job.

    Yes, it’s an honor to be actually assigning people their next lives, matching a name with a life-type. The full experience is a separate chapter by its importance. It’s a key to so many things I’m given for you to know. So I worked at assigning symbols to names on the list, doing fewer than a dozen names. It didn’t matter, I’d done key assignments as intended, I see that now.

    Soon another young lady came saying I’m invited to a conference at the Center. She said We all are. I got up immediately and introduced myself. She smiled, saying I am Rebekah. And Darius repeated it, as always being under the influence of CRS (Can’t Remember Stuff) somehow.

    Rebekah is blonde with blue eyes and of the same stature as Martha. Interestingly, Rebekah looks very much like the young lady who brought me in of the Warning chapter. She’s dressed in the black jumper, blue-top, of admin department, no sash. She quickly turned away notifying all the others of the conference.

    Finally before closing this chapter, there’s new knowledge and a related perspective. Similar to Paul, I was once known as Antony in charge of life casting at Whiting. It’s the only other principal district beyond Galicia and far distant in the universe. Life Casting was my job when Lord Michael came and awarded my first role at HC. Now, Thomas currently has the same job at Whiting.

    It came clearly into view in ‘98 by reliving the same moment. A guide had come and we traveled back to that time, together. He gave me a vignette of when I received happy congratulations from my immediate management in that district. They are Chancellor Kenah and VC David. With my guide, it’s as if I was again present, there, with them in that other time. I relived it as if it was happening for the first time. They acknowledged me as I arrived. This is presented as part of Higher Paths, a chapter revealing of some similar possibilities in your future.

    There’s another short vignette to offer of when I was a member of a different Admin department, Whiting. Five of us are together, two women, three men suited-up in uniforms mostly black with blue at the shoulders. We’re shipboard as the ship’s Administrators. As the scene opens, I’m vigorously going up a short set of vertical metal stairs and using handrails. It leads left to the passageway into our duty section. Another man immediately followed.

    Our chief called to me saying They’re all talking about what you did down there. I glanced his way but with a clear conscience I kept going, saying nothing. Whatever I’d done in service there, I’m now back and glad of it. Then he emphatically asked Don’t you even know what’s going on down there? I know it was more nuclear war. He knew by viewing the events from shipboard and wants to talk but I kept going, not looking back.

    At that time we were all involved doing another Endtime with some of us just now returning. Similarly to any combat veteran, I wasn’t willingly dwelling on my experiences or the hardships because I’d been active in it. For better balance I was trying to forget.

    Any of us sent into the world lives a life-plan. Sometimes we’re merely witnesses coming as God’s observers, but even doing that we’re not passive. Other times we’re cast to lead, actively involved, steering, causing the turns of events. Mine had been that and upon arriving back, I refused to relive in memory what I’d done, not thinking about it. And because I wouldn’t then, it’s why I can’t give you better details now. Sorry.

  8. joe ⋅

    Each person with the ability to make moral decisions has a soul AND a spirit and a mind and a unique personality. Future life will consist of billions of years on millions of other planets, ever progressing and ever perfecting. If you decide to proceed onward after life on your planet of origin, your soul, an entity of growth, will fuse with your spirit and you will begin the great journey. Suggest you reference the 2097 pages of the Urantia Book for all the details.

  9. I talk about this article quite a bit in my episode of thats what grey said. Mandrake is king, a true grethologist. It seems the writer has alot more text written that is not posted. It seems i read an older version, a great read with many theories from others personal experience. Please post one of the older version. -Pyridoxine oxide

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