by Sixto Paz Wells

Another city on Morlen (Ganymede) is named CONFEDERATION CITY. Here dwell all the terrestrial settlers taken there by the Guides. There are 12,000 of them, taken there at different times and from different places of the planet. Most of them have been rescued from places like the Bermuda Triangle. They cannot return without undergoing a long reconditioning process (physically and mentally), otherwise they would face a premature death. There are also people from Earth who have accepted the invitation of the Guides to live on Morlen with their families. (The Guides do not abduct people from Earth or any other place. It is important to note that not all extraterrestrial civilizations visiting Earth have good intentions, and some people have indeed been abducted.) The terrestrials on Morlen have chosen the colony to be their home. They are of different races, and are being adapted to live in their communities after going through a preparation stage and undergoing a re-conditioning process, with the help of the Guides.

RAMANES CITY was named in memory of the patriarch of Morlen, who is residing in higher planes. Here we find the most important Higher Centers of preparation for the Mental Doctors.

Other cities are Omund, Muria and Solma. Solma is large enough to lodge six races of colonizers, who have already had thousands of years of preparation for re-population. The total number of beings residing in this city is 188,000, all of whom live together in the highest of harmony.

In Confederation City, the Earth Colony, reside the majority of members of the Council of Minors. This Council is formed by Twelve Venerable Masters whose function is to orient and direct a well organized community capable of essentially governing itself in a kind of communal Theocracy. The most evolved spiritual beings take on the roles of political leaders.

The following are the Holidays celebrated on Morlen:

The Day of Unity;
The Day of the Colonies; and
The Day of Love (celebration of the reincarnative cycles of the Christ Spirit in the Third Dimensional Planets).

Every day is a Holiday to God. These holidays have a very spiritual and sacred quality, due to the fraternal love that bonds the brothers and sisters.

Today, Morlen has about one million people native to the satellite, and 200,000 colonizers, including terrestrials and beings from other planets.

The Council of the Twenty-Four Elders of the Confederation represent the union of all the evolved worlds of the Galaxy. Their goal is to help, guide and advise those worlds who are trying to evolve. If a world is in danger of destroying itself, the Confederation intervenes in various ways, sometimes by bringing the most evolved beings to Morlen, or by removing and sustaining available bodies to be inhabited by brothers whose body is lost or deteriorated.

The Council is formed by the higher spirits of beings who have reached a high degree of enlightenment and wisdom. These twenty-four Masters from different worlds and Higher Planes of Development have been designated by the Mentors or Regents – the highest authority of the Council of the Central Galaxy of Andromeda, the Council of the Nine from Andromeda in charge of guiding different civilizations. They are in charge of coordinating all the Missions of solidarity through all the members of the White Brotherhood of the Universe. These brothers do not possess a physical body as we do, but can materialize a body at will and give it any appearance they wish. The White Brotherhood of the Universe, who have earned their position through their supreme state of spiritual evolution, are part of a great spiritual network that protects the universe.

This Celestial Senate is actually coordinating the evolution of the Quadrant, starting with planets like the Earth, which are on the verge of changing to a higher dimension. Other beings are learning from Earth’s transformation into the home of the New Super Human Being.

The Confederation has bases everywhere in the Universe – on uninhabited satellites with favorable living conditions and on inhabited planets where appropriate. In our system alone there are bases on the satellites of Saturn and Uranus, among others. These bases are used for agricultural technology, small and large colonies, stations, etc.

About 100 years ago, as the Council’s Missions were being developed, a decision was made to form an organized group of Masters called “Guides” who would be in charge of forming the Mission’s groups on the planets, to help through telepathic, astral and physical contacts.

Several planets were to host academies of Guides, among them the Omund Academy on Morlen, The Celex Academy on Xilox, Oromun on Io, Sinlax on Europa (another one of Jupiter’s moons), Amon on Apu, Rumi on Venus, etc. A Guide functions as a psychic, psychologist, doctor, sociologist and anthropologist, all in one.

The Mental Doctors of the Higher Centers were in charge of the education of the first promotion of Guides at the Academies. From the moment the Guides began their training, they made a permanent commitment to the welfare of all beings.

I saw dozens of children inside Crystal City, who came to greet us. They played just like children on Earth, while being supervised with great patience by some Elders. The people of the city acted as if they were used to foreigners.

Oxalc took me to his home located in a spherical building in a multifamily complex, where the walls were made of crystal rock and the light seemed to come from inside the walls. The great dome lacked the usual angles that we have at the corners of our houses here on Earth. Oxalc hastened to answer my unspoken question, explaining to me that the angles at the corners tend to trap the energy and vibrations of a person, magnifying negativity and tensions.

From that residential neighborhood on the outskirts of the city, we walked towards “downtown,” passing through many streets. Up to that moment, I had not seen any kind of vehicles as a means of transportation inside the city. I only saw the typical flying saucers taking off and landing outside, where their bases seemed to be located. The metropolis was not too big, since the real action of the city took place underground, where all the public places were interconnected by a vast network of galleries, through which small wagons circulated at great speed.

Among all the public buildings, one stood out for its size and a majesty architecture. Located right in the center of the valley and the city, it was the sporadic head office of the government of Morlen and its colonies, as well as the Council of the Confederation of Worlds of the Galaxy, or the Council of the Twenty-Four Elders.

Oxalc took me to see the greenhouses where food is produced and synthesized for the population. The size, color and variety of the vegetables was incredible. I saw men and women working in a very peaceful environment, and I noted that there were differences in age. Later on we visited the Museum of Art, where I marveled at the worship of nature and the expressions of harmony and aesthetics reflected in paintings and sculptures. Art was seen as an expression of universal beauty, not of personal egocentrism. They were not extravagant or grotesque inventions of tormented minds, but rather clear and sensitive perceptions of more subtle planes and worlds to which one day we, too, will have conscious access. Many of the sculptures or samples I saw looked as though they had been taken from nature, or reproduced from existing items of different worlds.

At the outskirts of the city, there were large installations assigned to deposits, as well as factories for the manufacturing of different goods. Oxalc explained to me that each person works a mandatory minimum of hours a week for the community, which allows them access to the warehouses where they take only what they need, and no more. Since there is no fear of a future shortage, no one has the urge of hoarding.

It was most uplifting not to see competition of any kind among people, since no one tried to be better than the rest, but only better than him/herself. This allows for true advancement. As far as I could understand, what drives this society is its small compiled moral and social code called the “BREDAM,” which is none other than the revelation of natural law for the higher planes. The following is an excerpt of the code:

Only with the heart can one see well.

Only with intuition can one identify correctly.

Only with respect for underlying reasons can one understand well.

Only with comprehension of underlying motives can one judge well.

Only with tolerance for others’ opinions can one converse well.

Above all, only by being a good example can one teach well.

I was with Oxalc for more than one day, perhaps several – there is no way of being sure, for there was no day or night. I do not remember whether I ate or rested during my stay; the only thing I do know is that a lot of time must have gone by. Later I would come to understand that the intensity with which one lives life, can regulate the passage of time.

I felt a strong desire to stay here and become part of the exalted peace and harmony of this place. I also felt exhausted and didn’t understand why I had been chosen to live this experience. Oxalc smiled at my confusion and said telepathically:

“Only the pure at heart can open the paths between dimensions. Now that you are going to return, do not allow yourself to be changed by those that are not ready to see. If you use your intelligence, perhaps you will never have to stop being who you are.”

It felt good to hear those soothing words.

We penetrated the exit light of the Xendra on Morlen. Inside, the heat increased, and with it came the dizziness and nausea. Oxalc asked me to be prepared to integrate the experience and to understand that if I had traveled in one of their spaceships, I might not have wanted to return to Earth, for which no one could blame me, but it was important to go back and accomplish my task in the Mission.

Since the Xendra is a dimensional door, a person can suffer alterations in their bio-energetic constitution and risk losing their life if they decide to stay longer than a certain time.

Once inside the Xendra, Oxalc asked me to pay attention and to be receptive to the information that was going to appear on an internal screen placed in front of us. I had no idea what he meant, until he asked me to concentrate on the center of the screen. It had an intense orange glow. I began to distinguish familiar scenes from my own infancy and childhood, as if in a historical movie theater.

One image became particularly vivid. It showed one day in 1966 when, on my way to school, I had taken a different path than usual. Suddenly a circular shadow covered me. Then a strange sound and intense heat made me tremble with such fear that I didn’t dare to look up. I froze, staring at the ground while listening to the trees rustle as if they were moved by a strong wind. After this episode, I became the top student of my fourth grade class, after having been mediocre at best.

With this I realized that events are not casual but causal. Everything in the universe has a purpose and reason for being, even the smallest, apparently most insignificant thing.

The images passed quickly, and with them the memories started to awaken within me. It was my own mind that had been stimulated to project the images on the screen. Oxalc reminded me to keep my attention focused on the images, which was becoming increasingly difficult because my thoughts were wandering and got lost in the memories. However, that time of my life passed quickly and I started to see more current events, such as the Yoga Association, the first UFO talk, the first communication, the sightings and the retreats before the Xendra experience.

The orange background of the screen changed to a golden color, showing events of the immediate future. I saw those people who would form part of the contact group through me, and places where we would undertake teaching assignments. I also saw people in different countries hoisting a symbol and a name. They were obviously expecting a leader, someone like them, therefore more accessible to them, who would take them by the hand and help them overcome their troubles.

When I realized that they were looking to me, I felt overwhelmed and quite scared by the weight of responsibility. I saw myself on television, radio and newspapers, lecturing throughout the world. Who would dream of such a thing? An eighteen-year-old with dreams of grandeur.

But no, those images were not just pictures, they conveyed information and feelings to all the senses. I was gripped by the scorn of some people, the fear, envy and jealousy of others, and the love and sincere friendship of many. I was to expect little understanding and many obstacles on this path, and didn’t exactly experience a strong commitment to all of it. Overwhelmed, unprotected and acutely aware of my many inhibitions and limitations, I began to shake a little.

Oxalc’s hand lifted my tired, heavy chin towards the screen, as he knew of my inner turmoil.

Then, I watched big ships and submarines with red flags, the color of blood, sailing through stormy seas in the darkness. They came from all directions, spreading out as soon as they encountered each other. All of them didn’t belong to the same country, but they were showing the same dismay, dragging with them the menace of a final cataclysm. Mankind was rushing more than ever to build new weapons, so deadly that they couldn’t even be tested because no place on Earth could withstand such experiments.

I saw dozens of opportunists calling themselves Christ incarnated or other exotic avatars of the New Era, but most of them were only after self glorification. The social problems in the world became more acute, augmented by natural disasters, droughts and great floods. Planet Earth, as a living being, was shaking off the global contamination brought about by man. A series of accidents in the arsenals and nuclear plants triggered more disaster. Eventually, a cosmic phenomenon significantly altered the Earth’s axis. This changed the planet’s electromagnetic field, detonating nuclear silos in their own bases. Atomic mushrooms could be seen all over the globe. In the middle of the despair and anguish of the people, a great light broke up the darkness, and with it, appeared great shiny spaceships landing on Earth, picking up many people.

By now I was sobbing, feeling as though my heart was ripped apart. I couldn’t help but cover my eyes and turn away from the unspeakable suffering. Oxalc said that I would keep very little of this in my conscious memory, and it was necessary for it to be this way so that the memories would not interfere with my normal life.

His tender compassion for me gave me the strength, without being asked, to look back once more. To my total amazement, I now saw cabins in a dense jungle, with many children dancing and playing in front of a school, just like the children of Morlen. The faces of the men and women were radiant, full of maturity and hope. The positive power of this vision had such a strong effect on me that it almost made me forget the painful transition I had just witnessed.

Knowing that the experience had been too intense for me, Oxalc placed his hands over my head and said:

“Remember, the future is reversible. The future is the innocent consequence of actions created in the past. These prophecies have been given as a warning, so that you will act to avoid them. Human beings are creating their own world; each one of you has the capacity to create what you want.

“Therefore, if you truly believe that there is hope for your world, then there is. If you commit yourselves to becoming agents of transformation, then the future will be changed.

“It is important to understand that a true, lasting change can only take place if you act out of love, never out of fear. Do not let yourselves be dragged down by pessimism or negative thinking, but acknowledge the dignity of your superior consciousness that allows you to value humanity as a whole. It is time to wake up to a different reality and take charge of your own destiny.

“You may look to us for hope and confidence, for we have had to overcome similar situations. We did it, and so can you. There is no time to doubt yourselves; just believe in a better world and act on that belief.

“Sixto, remember from this only what may be helpful to you. Keep the rest behind the curtain of your internal record. It is not easy to carry the images of so much suffering and misfortune, but some day you will understand that this purge is the best thing that could happen to mankind, because it will bring about a whole new era of light and peace.”

When he lifted his hands from my head, he wiped my tears with his thumbs, giving me an indescribable sensation of peace. He said that my friends were waiting for me, and that it was time to go back through the Xendra. When I left, I saw him smiling at me with kindness, and I sensed his love helping me heal the trauma I had just lived through.

My friends at the mine were watching me emerge from inside the light. One of my friends who was standing at the side, commented that the Xendra’s width was only a few millimeters, and that I had just popped out of nowhere. They all wanted to know what had happened to me. Still quite dazzled, I explained that they were all invited to go through a Xendra with me in two weeks, for which they should prepare with concentration, meditation and a diet consisting mostly in fruits and vegetables. I didn’t reveal any details, because I wanted them to have their own unbiased experiences. Later we would share and compare accounts.

Suddenly the thought struck me that my friends must have waited for me for days. When comparing watches, we found that only fifteen minutes had elapsed since they lost track of me, which obviously didn’t correspond to the duration of my experience. Then I remembered Oxalc telling me that I was going to be surprised about this, because the dimensional door also has an effect on time. I later learned that in the fourth dimension, there is no logical time correspondence. Time is a complex, subjective, simultaneous experience. This helped explain why the few minutes on Morlen could feel like days to me.

A similar event took place in Chile, on April 25, 1977. Staff Sargent Armando Valdes Garrido and seven draftee men from the Rancagua regiment were exploring the surroundings of a hill near Putre in search of smugglers, when they saw a light, like a luminous projection on a thick fog, at the base of the hill. Sergeant Valdes approached it. The rest of the men watched, petrified, as he vanished inside the light. Fifteen minutes later, he reappeared 65 meters away from the original place, totally disturbed and dizzy, with a beard several days old. His digital watch was five days fast. When he was examined later on, nothing abnormal was found. He had not memory of his stay inside the fog.

We arrived home very late that night. Numb and relaxed, I fell asleep but woke up very early. During breakfast, my mother asked me if I had slept well, and said that my eyes somehow looked slanted. When I checked in the mirror, I had to admit that my physical appearance had indeed undergone a change. I actually looked somewhat oriental! My sister Rosa laughed at it. My mother came up with the nickname of “Chino” (Chinese person). Even my girl friend, Marina, thought that I had changed and become another person.

A kind of spiritual communion had apparently taken place, in which some of Oxalc’s character and physical traits were now a part of me. This cosmic symbiosis had marked not only my body but also my spirit, reinforcing my commitment to spread the word of the contact. My father, on the other hand, didn’t react very well. We had several conversations, during which he felt offended by the spiritual concepts I proposed. He claimed that they were idealistic, and impossible to carry out.

In those days I was invited to the P.I.I.R. to give my first talk on this subject. I did my best to convey the crucial importance of a change in everybody’s attitude and lifestyle. But people didn’t appreciate being criticized in this way by a young man. They complained to my father, who called me aside and reprimanded me quite heavily.

The scolding got me to reevaluate my “perfectionist” attitude. I had to admit that I was trying to force other people to be what I wanted them to be, slapping them in the face with the truth. No one likes to hear the truth this way. A good teacher is tolerant, patient and respectful, not harsh or critical. Nevertheless, after this incident, I decided not to approach the P.I.I.R. any longer.

Excerpt from The Invitation

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