Let me give you a synopsis of our first 4 days in Cordoba. We have been so busy, and frankly a bit tired, that I have not gotten to these blogs as often as I would have liked. Moreover, we are getting used to the wifi reception here -- yesterday, I no more than wrote a whole long blog and it got erased. Anyway, here's the highlights of our stay thus far.
October 25, 2011: Day #1: I wrote about this on blog number 62. To summarize, Sol-O-Man briefly contacted me in my morning meditation, helping me to get better balanced and grounded here; and then she worked through me with MariLyn, whom she called "little flower." Later, we discovered that this is the name that she also had given to St. Theresa of Lisieux, so called because of her loving devotion and service in doing all the little things of life. She is considered by Catholics to be one of the doctors of the church, which all too often has been tempted to focus on being the "big thing" in mortal terms.
Sananda contacted us about 11 AM, and also worked to birth new unity, healing and balance within both of us. In so doing, he added to Sol-O-Man's previous energy exchange, with the two of them being like spiritual parents who helped us to "birth" this second major stop in the South America Mission.
In the afternoon, more or less to augment and complete this first-step/day regeneration, Dr. Hannibal/St. Germain placed a strong space beam on us and gave me the word "calibration." In this new region, he was calibrating the hieronic lines of force with us from his craft above Cordoba and aligning us with craft positioned all around the region, all the way down around the tip of the continent.
October 26, 2011: Day #2: Cordoba: I meditated this moring in a part of the hotel complex that juts out and opens to the swimming pool area. Its door was locked, so I meditated in side of it, but free from and maybe 70feet distant from the areas in the hotel where its people were.
In this more protected and open forcefield, it was as if someone in the higher planes pulled back the veil or top of my crown chakra, such that I could rise up and out of it. First, the image for this was like rising up the handle of an umbrella to its top, the Christ canopy of unity and integration over this major region. Up and down I went along the "handle".
My second upward voyage was shown as being up through a large spacebeam -- beam me up, Scotty! At the top, I entered into a huge mother craft over the city, maybe even the size of the city. Although I was inside it, at the major command center, I saw only fleeting images of its interior. It was more so just a sense of my being there, enough to help me link more consciously with the space brothers and sisters in this centrally located craft that was interconnected with other craft around the whole region. And then, back down I came.
The third rising was like climbing the stairs or taking the elevator up the Statute of Library in New York's harbor. I ended up in what was like the crown of the statute, and looked out its windows in all directions. This perhaps was to give me a more comfortable, earthlike description and depiction of what I had been sensing previously aboard the craft.
This time when I came back down, I saw and felt that my crown chakra now was connected or wired to the craft and the pentagonal canopy. My crown chakra/brain became like a viewing screen on which the masters impressed new images and information. The major new image given me, which was shocking after my feeling so elevated, was seeing a dark, nasty, ugly cloud of energy over the right frontal and temporal lobe of my right cerebrum. The right temporal lobe is a primary memory place, and the right frontal is the site of the correlating emotions. So the darkness symbolically and literally was at a soul-emotional-subconscious level.
The cloud extended up from earth and back down to it. My sense was that it represented lower astral plane negativity. It related also to past negative events in this region, including all its countries. I thought specifically of Paraguay and its negative reputation as the most backward, corrupt, "arm pit" of South America.
Other psychic impressions and tentative diagnoses of the darkness were of Argentina's dark past: it's wars, its military dictators, its dirty politicians, and all of that. Reading later, I came across it's time from 1976-83 that are called the "Dirty War" time, when its dictator had some 10,000 to 30,000 protestors and anti-military and anti-government citizens arrested, tortured and murdered. The term for this later aspect was "disappeared."
Still one more part of Argentina's "dirty laundry" is that during the late 1940s and early 1950s, it allowed and supported at the higher governmental levels the immigration of former German Nazi criminals into Argentina. Juan Peron, the leader/dictator of Argentina, apparently was a Nazi sympathizer and also hoped that he could gain access to Germain technological developments. Much of this history, however, is shrouded in mystery, as government papers for the most part have been shredded. What is generally accepted, and mostly proven, however, is that at least 300 major Nazis, including Joseph Mengele and Adolf Eichmann, immigrated to Argentina, and lived there and in nearby Paraguay and some for a time in Brazil. Even in 1999, in the southern part of Argentina, where most of the former Nazis apparently settled, one former Nazi was discovered and deported to Serbia.
All of this shook me, made me nauseous, made me even respond with a "yelp" at one point. I felt the whole thing in my own brain and auric field, such that it could be recognized and diagnosed. Yuck! And double yuck!
Still, I did not respond yet with projections. I felt like I needed confirmation of the diagnosis and directions from the master healers in the higher planes as to how I should treat it. I was doing my best to be wise as a serpent, gentle as a dove. Protection first was necessary.
Confirmation and explanation and understanding came in just a few hours, when we received Phillel's email with his communication from Dr. Hannibal. This described the worldwide resistance to the implantation of the higher energies, and especially pinpointed the lower astral planes as its major nexus. It related how this was occurring in South America where we are. Go to http://motah.info to read this communication.
Meanwhile, this new info in my vision and the channeling helped to explain partly why both MariLyn and I were feeling especially tired, disjointed and upset; also our symptoms of what appeared to be a cold, which were not abating as they would usually. MariLyn especially, in her role as the feminine or subconscious aspect of our healing team, as a "little flower", was reverberating and resonnating and outpicturing the astral resistance of those on earth and in the astral planes.
October 27, 2011: Day #3. I went into meditation this morning half expecting to have more space craft imagery and direct guidance about how to heal the soul-astral negativity. Instead, the first part of my meditation focused on being like a little child, a little flower, an innocent and pure one. It was directed by Hilarion in his aspect as Paul. He had exampled this: As Saul he was arrogant, intellectual, superior, willing to whup up on the Christians; then Christ Jesus appeared to him on the road to Damascus and slayed him in the Spirit, such that Saul eventually became Paul, which name means "one who has been made small."
Here, then, was the healing antidote to the soul/astral negativity here, and around the planet: Be ye as a little child. It is, of course, something that I have thought about, marveled over and tried to do all my spiritual life. But, with this new contact, it had a new potency and meaning and realization. I started to become even more so a little one, a little child, an innocent child of God.
When this contact receded, Sol-O-Man/Mary became evident, like she had descended down the space beam around and over me, such that we were together as one in our own space and time and dimension. She said, "Pull up a chair for me so that I can sit with you and chat a spell." (Or something to that effect.) This was so definitive that I physically got up, got another chair and placed it along my left side. And down she sat. Only this time, she was more so a young lady, even a young teenager, maybe 12-14 years old in her appearance and demeanor. I felt like about 5 years old, and she was my older sister, whom I loved and adored. (Below picture is of our two chairs, which even have impressions like someone is sitting or has sat in them. Care to come and join us for a spell? Please do!)
It's not that I remember any of the specifics of what we exchanged in words or thoughts. It was more so just the awareness of my oneness with her, her love for me as her younger brother whom she was looking over, even of her as a cherished nearby friend or neighbor. It touched me so deeply, so personally, so intimated, so lovingly. She was not my mother, but my sis. Not my teacher, but an older sibling, not someone "other" but rather just like me as a child of God.
This was the answer, again, as Hilarion had given it: Argentinians, Chileans, Bolivians, Paraguayans, Brazilians, Uruguayans: Be ye as little children in the one family of man. We are all one, love is the key to our oneness, our masters and teachers in the higher planes are with us always, to the degree that we have the eyes to see, the hearts to feel and the childlike innocence to know.
After Sol-O-Man left and ascended back up the beam to the mother craft, I still was crying. Upon composing myself, I thought that I should project this new oneness out to others. But there was nothing to project. I only was to be. And the projections, via oneness, would take care of themselves. All my spiritual brothers and sisters here in this region would receive them in their hearts and minds. They all "knew" at some level the principle of oneness, of being like a little child. It would happen in time. So be it.
October 28: Day #4. Like yesterday, this morning at 5 AM, I began my meditation alongside the pool -- I had found a way to get out there. Nothing came for the longest time, maybe an hour. I tried all the various visualizations, meditations, imagery, approaches and such that had given thus far; each of which quickened me a little, but nothing seemed to take off and lift me into a new level of higher oneness.
Each time I tried something, I eventually let it go and let go of any sense that I was in control of the process: I became once again more of a little child. And finally, giving up entirely, I "went out" and lost conscious awareness. When I came back, in my mind and heart, ringing in my ears and imaged in my thoughts were two simple words: Be one. That was it. No images. No elaboration. No flow of thoughts. Just, Be one. This was the summation, unification and integration of all that I had received. The earlier ideas, experiences and images were like facets of a crystal, but now I was at the center or essence of the crystal: Be one.
I just held this thought, this energy, this cosmic decree: Be one.
Eventually, the only new thought that came was that Argentina was to be one with the 5 nations that bordered it: Chile, Bolivia, Paraguay, Brazil and Uruguay. And they were to be one with Argentina. That summed it up. That was crystal clear. You would have to be blind not to see this and act upon this.
Then, Sol-O-Man briefly touched base and pointed to the O in the center of her name. Here was her own imprintation and resonnance of oneness as the mother figure. For what loving mother does not love all her children, with whom she is one? Oneness is at the very heart of the soul of man. So be it.
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