by Anne Givaudan

DEPARTURE

That night I knew something was going to happen…

Like every time this kind of contact occurs, a part of me—the most conscious and most living part—is going to leave my body, the body in which I have been living for the last few years and with which I am trying my best to coexist… This time however, the feeling is different, denser, and more physical.

The thick layers passed through me at an incredible speed, projecting me into a milky mist. I felt surrounded and enfolded by crystalline sounds, noisy twirling waves… It was a strange feeling, like being swallowed up in the eye of a tornado… At least I imagine it that way, since no tornado in any shape or size has actually swallowed me up!

During the ascension, I felt a deep sense of calm. My eyes gradually perceived shapes as the mist slowly cleared away.

To my surprise, there was nothing to see. Everything was empty, apart from me and two beings standing a few feet away. In the place that seemed “suspended” in “nothingness”, I felt an almost palpable peace. It is difficult to express such a sensation in words, but a feeling of joy, of not expecting anything, of accomplishment, of infinity was almost tangible.

“Hello! Welcome…” said a flowing voice with a slightly feminine intonation at the center of my head.

Hardly were these words uttered than old memories came back to me: the intonation reminded me of what Essenes used to call “the milky voice”, the voice that was used by their most skilled healers. It is this voice’s strange and modulated nuances that flow like milk and honey to heal wounds, regenerate souls, appease or energize, as the case demands.

Interrupting my train of thought the voice spoke…

“This place is as real as anything you know on Earth, it’s simply made of slightly different matter… as you’ll soon see.

“The space we’re in is like an airlock to access what we’re about to see. This is what gives you the strange sensation of emptiness and void, but in fact it’s nothing like that.”

The being stopped talking and the few moments of silence seemed full of life and peace.

Another more masculine voice continued:

“We’re neither guides nor teachers; you already have your share of these. All we want to do is show you and all your readers something different to what you are used to… not because your planet is lagging behind as it has so often been said, not because you are ignorant, but simply because you are at the dawn of major changes which could be the ferment for an extraordinary evolution.”

The being then stopped and I didn’t feel like asking any questions or letting my thoughts interrupt what seemed to be important at that moment in time. I waited and, all of a sudden, my emptiness became a flowing, living, colorful matrix.

Walls similar to a silky fabric took shape. If I were to go for a color, I’d say gray, but a light, shiny gray, nothing sad.

The two tall, thin beings, whose faces I was beginning to make out, smiled at me. “If you want, we’ll be your guides and show you a world that is not all that different from the Earth as you think.”

This time, the more masculine voice continued softly and said: “Just describe what you see of a world that could be on Earth, better than ever imagined before. There are no limits to what your planet can do. We’re not here to teach you lessons, you’ve had your fill of those.

“All we want to do is simply show you another reality is possible. You just have to look and help it come about.”

The more feminine being then drew a large circle with her hand and, in one of the bluish-gray walls of the room, an opening appeared. The two beings beckoned me to follow them, and my curiosity got the better of me. Passing through the door, I felt a chill, nothing unpleasant. On the contrary, it was more like what one feels under a refreshing drizzle after a long day of traveling. The difference was that the shower had no water… rather thousands of tiny particles running through my body from head to toe, regenerating me and cleansing every pore. My companions also stopped under the “subtle shower” and, reading my heart, one of them answered my unformulated question:

“Yes, it’s a subtle shower, an etheric shower to be more accurate. Its function is to cleanse the envelopes of bodies and souls of external parasites.

“You could have come here with your physical body, we would just have had to fine-tune its vibratory level, but you would have had to leave it here for the second part of the journey. The sensation of density you felt when you left your body was necessary, so you could feel this voyage almost physically.

“You must stop considering the physical body as an obstacle to reach its more subtle counterpart; it’s a necessity, even if it can be considerably refined by the quality of the soul within it.”

The two beings continued walking while in me a veil was suddenly lifted… a memory was reactivated and it was clear that the three of us were in the main airlock of a mother ship, one of those huge vessels as large as one of our cities, invisible to the naked eye, but present in a number of places on Earth. I knew I was already aware of all that, and I also knew that my companions’ identities were familiar, but a part of that memory remained as if deliberately sealed.

The more feminine being smiled at me:

“On your planet, memory is linked to two very active elements, the mental and the emotional. At this stage of your evolution, this acts as a protection that allows you to keep going down the road beyond the difficulties you encounter, but it is also your weakness. We’ll talk about this later, but for now, let’s keep going and look!”

After only a few steps out of the etheric shower curtain, an amazing landscape unfolded before my eyes. We were in the midst of lush nature that spread around us for miles; multicolor flowers, rare varieties of trees and bushes, some offering their welcome shade, some intoxicating fragrance. I saw water cascading over the rocks, under bridges and into small lakes… Everything seemed astutely organized yet very simple. I am not a botany specialist, so I was not sure of the names of the plants that bent over us begging to be stroked. Here and there, I recognized a tree fern, something similar to an orchid and so many things I had never seen… We were making our way toward a little wooden bridge that spanned a clear stream. One of the two beings leant very naturally on the rail of the bridge. His voice flowed in me.

“As you sensed, you’re in one of our vast mother ships stationed above certain points on Earth. Some have already written about this, but, in agreement with the Great Beings of our planet, we wanted you to be able to go into greater details.”

“People are going to think I’m writing a science fiction novel…! and, if you see what has happened to those who have gone into more detail before me, this bodes anything but a rosy future,” I replied out loud, albeit without much conviction.

As I was saying this, I already knew that my argument had no substance. Since when had I been worried about what would happen to me or the eventual failure or success of what was asked of me? Previously, I had always answered positively to these somewhat peculiar requests which I knew were very important.

The voice continued cheerfully.

“We understand what’s worrying you. We know how busy your life is, but we’ll help you find time and place to write all this down. The results will look after themselves. Some will believe, some will reject this testimony, but everyone, in their heart, will have a corner of blue sky. This journey isn’t meant to weigh you down with even more information, it will not bring any new scientific revelations; others have done that and you must stop storing information and better process what you have.”

“So what’s my testimony all about? What’s the aim?”

“Aim is not the right word. To have an aim there must be a beginning and an end. There’s no beginning or end in what we propose, just life that flows on its way, always different and at the same time always itself.

“We would like you to discover ways of life other than those with which you are currently familiar on Earth. We would like you to know that these other ways of life could be yours, and that you could keep what would be beneficial for you and your planet. We’d like to offer a model that you could use to improve your living conditions and where all sorts of changes could be brought about.

“Just knowing that there is something else can awaken infinite possibilities in your soul for your future. Once more, the word future is not really suitable. We’ll come back a little later to the question of vocabulary. Words carry a kind of energy through each letter they are made of and have an autonomous life. We already know the power of words, but we need to understand them better. From where we are, when we see the energy currents that come out of your mouths when you communicate, we are surprised by the irregularities and the disorder they carry. Most of you don’t perceive the small energies forming around you and that make your daily life so complicated.”

The voice stopped, which only made me more puzzled.

“If I write this, readers might watch what they’re saying with every word they pronounce, or stop talking or feel guilty if they use words that go beyond their thoughts!”

The two beings laughed and the feminine voice tenderly said:

“Don’t worry! The majority of beings on this planet talk a lot, sometimes too much, but few actually do what they read or hear, even if they agree with the idea… Human beings are enshrouded in a sort of lethargic cocoon, and internal or external rebellions remain temporary, without any lasting effect.”

The discreet and gentle laugh of my two companions finally appeased me. Everything seemed simple and I easily understood how much our questions as to “why” and “how” can complicate our lives.

I looked more attentively at the beautiful park in which we were walking. In the lush vegetation I could almost make out presences. My attention was drawn by a small circle of four people who, by their attitude and position in a circle seemed to be meditating. I would have liked to get closer, but that was off-track. What seemed odd was that the people in this group looked exactly like my guides.

I did not have time to explore this any further but I promised myself to find out the answer a little later… because I sensed that someone was looking at me. I looked closely around and, suddenly, in the foliage of a grove a few feet away, I saw two little bright eyes staring at me in amusement and interest. We looked at each other and I really hoped to get to know him or her. I could not stop, otherwise I might lose my guide, but when I turned round, I just had time to glimpse the shape of a little being, the size of a gnome, with thick animal fur, scurrying from the bush.

Imperceptible, we reached an intensely green vault of foliage scarcely masking the entrance to what seemed like a long corridor.

The two beings kindly beckoned me to follow.

I walked with them, in total silence, down the long corridor, whose walls seemed to be endowed of a life of their own. The walls’ strange material intrigued me, but, deep down, I knew I would soon be discovering why.

Suddenly, my two companions stopped.

“Come with us, we’re going to enter a place that’s important to each of us here, a place containing information about the Earth.”

In a few steps, I discovered the place and could not hold back my exclamation: “How wonderful!”

THE INFORMATION ROOM

I couldn’t say if it was the place itself or its atmosphere that made me exclaim that way… maybe both.

A huge central dome, in a material similar to crystal, revealed an astonishingly beautiful starry sky. Never had I seen as many stars so clearly and with such clarity and intensity. I felt even more serene and, slowly, my eyes were drawn to a sphere seemingly made out of the same crystalline material as the dome. It was suspended just a few feet under the starry sky, in the middle of the room, almost levitating.

Before I could see any further, the more feminine voice softly said:

“As you thought, the materials you can see are similar to Earth crystal, even though they are not. This material is extremely solid and entire cities are made out of it. Now look more closely at the walls surrounding you… Is there anything that surprises you in particular?”

This question seemed totally unnecessary because so many questions were buzzing around in my head that I didn’t know which one to start with. One of them seemed less naive.

“Since we entered the corridor, I’ve had a curious sensation. The walls seem made out of living matter! What is it exactly?”

“We were expecting that question.”

This time the voice did not come from one of my two guides. The intonation was more serious, a little sterner. It was the voice of another person who had just entered and was coming toward us in a friendly fashion.

“Come,” he said, “take a seat around the table.”

An oval table of an iridescent material unknown to me welcomed the four of us. Twelve shell seats were harmoniously placed around.

The voice continued:

“If the materials you can see seem more alive than those on Earth, it’s precisely because they are more alive. Like this big ship in which you have been walking, they are a living production of our will and love combined, according to certain laws that we cannot call scientific because they are life itself.

“Sound, the primordial word, is an integral part of this process of collective creation. Some of us have had the delicate task of transmitting precise data to researchers on planet Earth. I say delicate because we had to probe the hearts and souls of a good many of your scientists before we made the choice, since we were aware that diffusing such knowledge would be strongly resisted. There are people on Earth who have no interest in such knowledge becoming widespread. So, the people we contacted had to face a number of problems.”

Excerpt from Alliance: Message From The Venusians To The People Of The Earth

See Part II here.