by Judy Carroll
“Yes, of course.”
“Well then, let’s say for argument’s sake that all the members of a particular soul family vibrate more or less to a certain musical note, for example the note of B. They can’t be exactly the same as each other, but one might resonate to B major, another to B minor, and a third to B flat. These three are all occupying physical bodies on Earth, so they are all vibrating within the same octave.
“However, there are other members of this same soul family living in different dimensions, maybe in spirit, or else part of a more highly, or less evolved race of beings on another planet. These ones would also be resonating with the musical note of B, but are on a higher or lower octave, and in this way are in total harmony with their fellow soul family members on Planet Earth. Thus we have a soul family spanning two or more dimensions, all resonating nicely and compatibly with each other. This of course is rather over-simplified, but hopefully it will help to answer your question.”
“Yes, Mara, thank you, but I do have just one more. You said before that you could sense a deep and ancient link between us. Does that mean we are part of the same soul family?”
“Well now, Ali, let’s see if we can link in more deeply so we can find out. I’ll hold my hands out palms up, and you place your hands just slightly above them, palms down, and we’ll wait quietly for a few minutes to see if we can tune in to each other.”
Mara sat in front of me with her eyes closed in deep concentration. Only seconds passed before I became aware of a strange sensation in the center of my forehead, just above my eyebrows. Suddenly a beam of bright, white light, almost like a laser, passed from the front of my forehead into hers, and as this happened, a wave of freezing cold passed through me and out of my palms. Mara’s eyes opened, and for a moment she stared at me, or rather it seemed that she stared into me, and then tears began coursing down her cheeks. Not quite fully aware of what I was doing, I lowered my palms onto hers and gripped her hands in mine. As our fingers closed together a tremor ran through both of us, and the next moment I found myself crying as I had never cried in my whole life. I felt silly and embarrassed because I didn’t know why I was crying, but then Mara gathered me into her arms, my face pressed against her shoulder, while over and over she kept repeating the words, “Welcome! Welcome my dear one! Welcome back!”
After several minutes she released me, and still holding my hands tightly in hers, she began to speak: “My dear friend, I know there is deep confusion within you and that you do not understand who or what you are, but many things will soon be revealed that will make the way clearer. You definitely have important work to carry out in the future, and the path will not be easy, for the burden you have chosen to carry will at times weigh heavily upon you.”
“Mara,” I cried, my voice still unsteady from the profound experience which had taken place between us. “I’m scared! There are just too many strange things going on with me, and I’m only a child! I don’t know what to do! My mother too spoke of a dream she had concerning important work I am to carry out someday, but I can’t! I’m afraid!”
“Hush, little one, and be still,” she replied gently, stroking my cheek. “You will come to a deeper understanding when the time is right, and not before. You wish to know of the connection between us — we are as One. We three share one soul. And very soon you will be contacted by another who is also part of this soul, one who is of a higher dimension but still connected to us. This one is very wise and will give you further teaching and guidance.
“Also, my grandson Paco here is your spiritual brother. As you probably know already, Ali, there is a tradition among the Romany Folk that where a strong link exists between two people, a link at soul level, the bond between them is even deeper than a physical blood tie. This spiritual relationship between two people is as sacred and binding as marriage and must be respected always. Paco understands this, and as such will always stand beside you as your brother and protector. I believe that someday his duty will be to act as a bridge for you, between yourself and others, assisting you in your work.”
Through all of this, Paco had sat watching, mystified, puzzled, and I think a little embarrassed, but then he smiled and reached out, taking my hand in his. “It’s okay Ali, don’t worry — I’m honored to be your brother, and I’ll always help you if I can and be there for you. There’s no need to be scared.”
“Paco is right, Ali,” Mara reassured me. “There is nothing to fear in life except fear itself.”
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Chapter 9 Night Visitor
I woke in the early morning hours after my 13th birthday. For a few moments I lay there, acutely aware of something strange going on but not knowing what. Was I awake or asleep? Then two realizations hit me at once — I could not move a muscle in my whole body… and somebody, or something, was standing in the corner of the room watching me. Straining every fiber of my being, I somehow managed to move my eyes just enough so I could see… then I wished with my whole heart that I hadn’t! I tried to scream, to cry out to my parents sleeping peacefully on the other side of the wall, but no sound came out of my mouth. I was yelling my head off, but it was all inside me. Just as in the worst nightmare, nothing was coming out, and still I couldn’t move.
What stood there in the corner was definitely not human. Towering above me in height, it was dressed in black from head to toe so that only the hands and part of the face were visible. From its shoulders hung a long, flowing cape, and a wide-brimmed black hat was pulled down so that I could only see the lower half of the face, but that was quite enough! A note of bizarre incongruity was struck by a pretty blue hatband decorated with a feather of the same color.
What I could see of the “face” appeared to be long and triangular in shape, and the skin was of a darkish gray color, slightly wrinkled around the mouth. The mouth and nose were in the same position as on a human face, but they were very small, in fact almost vestigial. The eyes were not visible, hidden as they were by the lowered brim of the hat, but that was fine by me — I really didn’t want to see any more.
Then, horror of horrors, the “thing,” whatever it was, began moving towards me in a strange puppet-like way. This horrified me even more, because I’d always had an inexplicable aversion to dolls and puppets. It then extended its hand, which was of the same dark gray color as its face, with four extremely long, thin fingers that were slightly rounded on the tips. One of these fingers appeared to work like a human thumb, in opposition to the other three so that the hand could grasp objects. And, God Almighty, that was exactly what it seemed about to do, as it reached slowly and inexorably towards my throat….
But no, the hand lay gently on my head, and immediately I felt calmer. The same healing energy flowed from this hand as I’d felt from Mara — warm, tingly, loving energy that washed over me, soothing my fear and releasing my body’s paralysis.
Then the being spoke to me. Its lips did not move, but I clearly heard a deep, authoritative, but not unkindly, voice resonating inside my head.
“Please, little one, do not fear me. I shall not harm you. Can you not feel my love?”
“Y-yes,” I stammered, “but you look so weird … Wh-who are you?”
“I am the one your friend Mara spoke of, the one who would be coming from higher up to give you further guidance. I am your teacher, Maris.”
My mind went back to that day several months ago, when Paco and I had questioned Mara about soul families. I’d completely forgotten her prediction of another coming to me who was also a part of our soul family. But why did he have to look so scary? Why couldn’t he be someone more beautiful, like an angel for instance?
The flicker of a smile played about the lower part of his face as he picked up on my thoughts. “Ah, little one,” the words came to me. “If we looked like that, people down here would never understand that outer appearances do not always count for everything! Please do not be afraid of me. I am here to help you.”
“Help me with what?” I frowned, struggl
ing to sit up. I felt confused and still rather nervous about this strange-looking being, despite the energy that flowed from his hand.
“The path which lies ahead of you,” he answered.
“What path?” I persisted, my curiosity increasing and now starting to replace fear.
“The one you have chosen as your life’s work,” he patiently replied.
“But I don’t know what that is!” I cried. “I keep being told of this work I’m supposed to do, but I haven’t chosen it, and no one will tell me what it is, anyway! All they ever say is how important and difficult it will be. I’m only 13, and I am having enough trouble with school, without having to do this rotten work they keep going on about. Why does everything have to be so hard?” I grumbled.
“Be still, child, and listen to me,” he replied. “At the current time, you must experience some difficulties and suffering upon the physical plane, for this is the only way you can truly grow and become strong in spirit. If your life was always easy, always happy, with everything going the way you wanted it — you would remain undeveloped and untried.
“Just as a precious gem stone must be rubbed hard and polished before its true beauty can shine forth,” he went on, “so too must the soul be rubbed and refined by adversity. Your helpers and guides in spirit may protect you to a point, but at the same time it would not be right, in fact it would be unkind of us to shield you from every pain and difficulty in your life, for then you would never have the chance to evolve. This is so important for you to understand!”
When he had finished speaking, he sat down beside me, at the same time reaching up slowly and pushing the hat back off his face so that I could see him properly. Once his features were fully revealed, I found myself looking into the most incredible pair of eyes that could be imagined — huge, black, almond-shaped and slanting upwards at the outer corners; they completely dominated the whole face. Although these eyes made him look even stranger and totally alien, somehow I felt reassured by them, for in their liquid depths shone a light of infinite love and wisdom. It was at that moment, looking into his eyes, that something stirred deep inside me — a memory? A dream? Where had I seen those eyes before? Of course! In the strange dreams I’d been experiencing. But where did these dreams come from? It was further back than that — the dreams were only a part of something that had gone before, something that flickered on the very edge of my mind.
Maris sat there patiently, watching my mental struggle, my vain attempt to dredge up whatever it was from the deepest recesses of my consciousness. Again he reached towards me, placing one of his long, thin, gray fingers on my forehead in the space between and a little above my eyebrows. Then he pushed, so hard and so suddenly that I cried out in pain and fright and felt myself fall backwards. It was as if a needle had been thrust into my head.
I was falling and spinning — a loud, roaring, buzzing sound ringing in my head — blackness all around — hurtling through space — totally disoriented. My companions and I being thrown around inside the disc like so many broken dolls, our bodies bouncing against each other and against the walls. Desperately, we tried to grab hold of something, anything, to stop the falling and the spinning….
Then the horrible, nauseous spinning sensation stopped as I fell towards him, and the warm, enveloping folds of his cape closed around me as I hugged him tightly, tears flowing freely in sheer relief, never wanting to ever let go of him again. Our minds melded on the deepest, most intimate level and total love, accord and understanding passed wordlessly between us, flowing back and forth with no barriers, no façades, no sense of separateness. We were as One.
His arms enfolded me — not clutching alien arms with strange five-fingered hands dragging me out of the wreckage of our disc, but rather long, familiar arms — the arms of an Elder of my own people, my beloved teacher, Maris, embracing me.
“So, Alarca, my little one! You recognize me at last!” The sound of my true name being spoken by my beloved Teacher brought on another flood of tears, which I made no attempt whatever to control. I’d never been one to shed tears easily, but in Maris’ presence, I melted completely.
My God, how could I have forgotten? Of course that was who I was. All the lost memories of being a Guardian, and of the crash, my subsequent rebirth into a human body, and the all-important work we were here to carry out came flooding back into my mind, so much that I felt my poor head would burst.
I leaned back against the pillows to look at him. Not having the same musculature in their faces as humans, and especially those in fully artificial bodies, Guardians cannot show much emotion through facial expression, but Maris’s eyes and the energy radiating from him said it all — he was literally glowing with joy and relief.
“Welcome back, my child!” He leaned forward and took both my hands in his, holding them tightly. “It is so good to have you back! As an Elder of our people, and your own teacher, I look upon you as a much cherished part of me. I know that what you have been through since your birth into human form has not been easy, and all along I have carried the burden of responsibility that I was one of those who sent you forth in the first place. However, the positive side is that you could not have had a better opportunity to understand intimately just what it means to be born upon this planet, confined to the three-dimensional existence of human form. As we all know in the greater reality, there really are no accidents or mistakes, only opportunities for learning!
“I do know that after the crash of your disc, you set out upon this mission with many doubts in your mind and an understandable wariness of Earthlings, but hopefully now you can see exactly what the poor things are up against. I believe that from this point on you will be able to proceed with your mission in a state of greater compassion and deeper empathy with the human condition and the circumstances which make them as they are. Am I right?”
“Oh, Maris,” I replied, shaking my head, “you are so right! You would not believe how limiting it is to be human. The true awareness that they are immortal, spiritual beings has been totally destroyed in so many of them. It’s no wonder they are so caught up in the pursuit of material possessions and badly distracted by the emotions and demands of everyday life on Planet Earth.
“For many of them these very things that keep them sane and functioning also unfortunately cause them to become entangled and trapped in a vicious circle by blocking their perception of, and appreciation for, the finer, simpler things that really matter, like tranquility, and joyfulness, and the pure, unconditional love that would enable them to rise above the grossness of material existence.”
Maris’s eyes smiled gently at me. “Yes, Alarca, your understanding has indeed opened up to the plight of Earth humans. Too many of them care more for the body than they care for the spirit, and in this way they become the body and lose the way of the spirit. They have forgotten that spiritual awareness and soul consciousness is the true essence of self.
“And perhaps now, after the awful fright you suffered on seeing me standing in the corner of your room, you will also have a better understanding of the fear humans experience during what they perceive to be ‘alien abductions,’ when we take them on board the discs for examination purposes and for the genetic work that is so vital if they are to continue as a viable species.
“My goodness me,” he chuckled, shaking his head, “you should have seen the look on your face when I reached out my hand towards you! What did you think I was going to do, strangle you?”
“Well,” I hedged in embarrassment, “you did seem to be going for my throat! I wonder if that’s where the scary human legends of vampires come from. If it’s just garbled memories of our people making their nightly rounds, maybe we need a different approach, because you really scared me when you did that!”
“This is where much of your work needs to be focused, Alarca, dressed as you are in human form, the Earthlings can relate to you without fear. You have a lot to teach them — and us as well, it seems! That is an interesting point you have broug
ht up there, about considering a different approach. As you well know, we try to communicate, to tell them not to fear, but so often the barrier of terror and the cocoon of emotion in which they wrap themselves are almost impenetrable. I was able to reach you through your fear because you are one of us on the soul level, but with many Earth humans it is well-nigh impossible. But then again, a major lesson they need to learn is that Earth human form is not the only humanoid type in the universe, and they really do need to learn to be less afraid of people who look a little different. This lesson is an important part of their soul growth. Anyway, we’ll talk more on that later, for now I must leave you, as there is a lot of work to get through tonight.”
“But it’s morning!” I pointed out to him. “Look, the sun is coming up.”
“Ahh, maybe on your side of the planet, but on the other side of the world they are preparing themselves for a good night’s sleep, so duty calls. Besides, I have a veritable mountain of work to take care of up on the disc before our northern-hemisphere shift begins, so I’d better get myself on board.
“By the way, Alarca, speaking of work, do you think you could possibly manage a few nights with us on top of your human activities? We really do need all hands on deck, what with the vibrational shift happening, and now that you know who you are, you’ll be reasonably aware of what is going on. You won’t be able to remember everything because your human brain cannot cope with all the extra input, but you’ll recall quite a lot of it. How about it? Want to take up some Guardian duties too?”
“Wow, you mean go on the disc and all?” I replied excitedly. “How will I do that?
Maris smiled at my obvious excitement. “Of course you’ll have to come onto the disc, Alarca. We’ll place an implant into your chakra system to raise your frequency enough to allow you to come on board. Also, if you need to carry out physical work on our Earth human guests, we’ll have to supply you with a gray Zeta container to wear as well. So I take it you agree to help out? It won’t be too much for you living a double life?”
