by Judy Carroll
“You’re right there, Ashka!” I replied, shaking my head. “Despite all the messages we’ve relayed through the Crop Circles, and the contact we’ve tried to establish, so many of them still simply refuse to acknowledge that there could possibly be other intelligent life-forms in the universe apart from themselves.”
“Yes, Alarca, but remember, they are only on the very first rung of the Human Ladder, so in a cosmic sense are hardly past kindergarten. Taking this into consideration, it’s hardly surprising that some of them still hold on to such immature and self-centered notions, as many youngsters do.”
“I know.” I answered, “But it’s frustrating that we repeatedly fail in our attempts to get them to look at things on a multidimensional level rather than simply taking everything at the shallow, physical level. It really and truly is like trying to teach astrophysics to a five-year-old. As far as I see it they are being exposed to so much disinformation and lies on the physical level by the Controllers that I think we need to approach them on their own terms, in physical Earth human forms that they can feel comfortable with and relate to without fear. To do this more effectively, I really think we need to join forces down there.”
“Well, Alarca,” Ashka replied, “when you think about it, that is what we set out to do originally, when our disc crashed. We were planning to eventually make physical contact with them. But we now know it just doesn’t work — they’re too defensive and scared. Why, many of them still don’t trust members of their own species who look different, let alone ones like us!”
My shift that night finished earlier than expected, so I put out a telepathic request for a seat in which I could just relax awhile and absorb its therapeutic benefits before returning to my human container. Cradled and comforted by the chair’s healing embrace, I suddenly heard someone crying. This was a sound not generally heard in the comforting atmosphere of the Mothership, apart from sometimes in the clinic when our attempts to reassure one of our Earth human “guests” fails, and their fear or anger gives way to tears. But the clinic was on the other side of the ship, so no Earth humans should have been anywhere near. Investigation was called for, so I set off to try to find its source.
As I moved further along the corridor, the sound became more and more distinct, until I found myself standing outside a closed door. Someone was there, clearly unhappy. The door slid open automatically at my approach, and there sitting on a table crying his heart out was Entil. Large, black, tear-filled eyes looked up in shock at my sudden and unexpected entrance. “Alarca!” he gulped, awkwardly attempting to wipe tears away with the back of a long, thin, four-fingered hand. “What are you doing here? You’re supposed to be on duty.”
“I finished early, and was just wandering around before returning to my other container.” I explained to him, “but Entil, whatever is the matter? Why are you so upset?”
“Oh, Alarca — I can’t — I just can’t do it anymore!”
“Do what Entil? What can’t you do?”
He tried to answer, but instead broke down in a fresh torrent of tears, shaking his head and covering his face with his hands. I levitated myself onto the table beside him, put my arm around his small, thin body and drew him close to comfort him, placing my other hand on his head to allow calming, healing energy to flow.
After a minute or so he seemed a little better, his heart-rending sobs having given way to occasional sniffles, so again I tried to draw him out on what was troubling him so deeply. “Please, Entil,” I gently coaxed, “tell me what is upsetting you so much. Did one of the Elders yell at you? I know both Oris and Maris can be old grouches at times, but you’ve just got to learn to ignore them, like I do. I’m always getting into trouble over something, but five minutes later it’s all forgiven and forgotten, so don’t let them get to you. They really aren’t all that bad.”
“No, no, Alarca,” he sniffled, making a valiant attempt to get a hold of himself, “it’s not that. My teacher is Garnibis, and she never yells at me — she’s really kind. No, it’s — it’s these ones on Earth that I’m supposed to be working with!” Again his mouth quivered on the verge of tears, necessitating another pause in order to pull himself together before he could go on. “I’ve been working with one of them since she was a child, and everything seemed to be going well — at least I thought so. Last time I went to her she was about ten years old, and was perfectly happy to see me, as she always had been, but now she’s getting older, suddenly she hates me.”
“How do you mean Entil? What makes you say that?”
“Well, when I went to fetch her tonight to bring her on board, she started screaming and yelling at me to go away and leave her alone. The thing is, we have been leaving her alone for the past three years, and now the time has come to continue working with her, but she can’t seem to remember that she agreed to take part in the program. Now she doesn’t want anything to do with me, and in the end we had to paralyze her to get her onto the disc. It was just awful! I hated having to do that to her!
“It’s — it’s like once they begin to mature, they lose connection with their higher self and inner knowing. And because we are linked on the soul level, she has also lost her connection to me, and truly, Alarca, this breaks my heart — after all, we had a plan to work together!” At this last heartfelt statement poor Entil burst into tears again.
What could I say to him? I knew how he felt, but at the same time, living a life as an Earth human, I also knew how they felt.
“Oh, Entil, you just need to remember that their worldview is so physical. The majority of Earth humans have lost nearly all conscious connection to the higher aspects of themselves that vibrate on our higher, finer frequency range beyond their physical range of perception. You know that any agreements made with spiritual beings is buried deeply within the hidden recesses of the 90% of the human psyche that is not consciously accessible to the average Earthling.
“I know,” he sighed. But I really want her to be one of the Star Children, open to 20% of her conscious awareness and therefore able to more easily access her extrasensory perceptions and also to recall past-life and between-life states where she knows me, or, at the very least, to have greater awareness of the higher-dimensional realities in which we operate. However, it seems now that she is getting older, she’s becoming trapped like the others who are stuck within the narrow and confining limits of third-dimensional awareness, with no concept of anything that could possibly exist outside of her limited band of ‘reality.’”
“You know very well, Entil that when they are confronted by other realities outside of that narrow band of reality, especially in encountering us or other ETs, it is so foreign to them that they immediately close themselves off in an impenetrable cocoon of fear and denial, thus communication with them becomes almost impossible.”
“Thanks, Alarca, you’re right. Sometimes we just need to remind each other.”
Herein lies a vicious circle, because a large part of the genetic work we carry out concerns the development of another strand in the Earth-human DNA. This will then enable them to access higher-dimensional frequencies. Conscious awareness, as opposed to those parts of the mind that cannot be accessed consciously, such as the subconscious and superconscious mind, is dependent upon DNA, so higher or deeper conscious awareness depends upon the activation of extra DNA, or what Earth scientists refer to as “junk” DNA. DNA contains everything — genetic blueprint, imprint of past lives, karma and soul memory.
Those species able to access higher levels of conscious awareness upon the Human Ladder, which is the evolutionary path followed by all human species in the universe, can have DNA structures of up to 12 strands or more, enabling them to tap into the full potential of mind/consciousness. Those at the top “rung” of the Ladder are what Earth humans think of as “angels,” and this is where human evolution is heading. But reaching through to Earth humans to assist them with this process is one of the hardest tasks we have ever undertaken. They truly are one of the most dif
ficult life-forms in the universe to work with! Ashka was right — more focused team work on the physical Earth Plane was most definitely needed.
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Chapter 27 Linking Up
Making my way through the supermarket aisles the following Monday morning, I was, as usual, off in a world of my own. The human aspect of my mind was fully occupied in the onerous task of controlling a particularly temperamental shopping trolley with a left-hand front wheel that possessed a mind of its own — a wheel whose entire thought processes ran contrary to those of its more sociably inclined fellow wheels — in other words, a born rebel.
The other aspect of my mind, the Guardian part, was busy mulling over the problem that had arisen on the disc several nights before. It was a problem that came up on a painfully regular basis during the course of our work — of getting through the fear barrier that our Earth human “guests” wrap so determinedly around themselves, effectively blocking all attempts at communication between our two species. With my thoughts still on the distress and frustration of Entil, I was suddenly and rudely jolted back to full-conscious alertness by a loud crash behind me.
“Oh, damn! Stupid, rotten trolleys never go where you want them to. A bloody mind of their own!”
Turning around, I found myself face to face with a slim blonde lady of about my age, but possibly a little taller. It was hard to tell as she was knee-deep in tins of baked beans — the large economy-sized generic ones that give you an extra 30 grams for the same price, some of which were still in the process of coming to rest all around her. Quite a number of them had ended up in her trolley, while others seemed desperately determined to roll as far away from her as possible, probably in a bid to escape further assault by taking refuge under the nearest shelves.
I made a hasty attempt at arranging my face into a suitable expression of concern and sympathy, but the bemused look in the pair of large blue eyes that regarded me over a veritable mountain of collapsed baked-bean tins made this impossible. I burst out laughing instead. “Oh, God, I’m sorry!” I apologized. “Here, let me help.” Luckily there was no one else around, and between us we were eventually able to get a rather shaky-looking display set up again.
“Hell’s bells!” she exclaimed, “I need a fag and a fix after that lot.” Then realizing what she’d said, she hastily added, “A caffeine fix I mean — not the other sort. I’m not into that! Oh, dear, what must you think of me? I’m Kaz, by the way, and thanks heaps for your help. Can I shout you a coffee?”
“Kaz,” I replied with a grin, “you are a girl after my own heart. Grocery shopping first thing on a Monday morning calls for at least one caffeine fix, but preferably two, so yes, I would love one. My name is Ali,” I added, “and if a good, strong coffee is unavailable, a large chocolate milk shake will suffice.”
Some 15 minutes later we were settled comfortably at a corner table in the cafeteria. “Ali,” said Kaz, “it’s so refreshing to meet up with a fellow health-food addict! I was beginning to think this place was completely uncivilized. Mmm,” she turned to peer short-sightedly at the blackboard menu on the wall behind her. “I wouldn’t mind a pie or a sausage roll to go with my coffee. Damn it, I left my glasses at home and can’t see a blasted thing without them — God, I hope it’s not all lettuce and tofu and stuff like that. Ah, what a relief — pies, sausage rolls, and chips, yum, I’m starving! Now then, Ali, can I tempt you to join me?”
“‘Er, thanks, but no thanks, Kaz. I’m not quite that fanatical about healthy eating, at least not this early in the day. Although, come to think of it, a nice slice of that mud cake wouldn’t go astray. And it does look rather sad and lonely sitting there in the cabinet all on its own with no one to love and nurture it. Now will I or won’t I?”
“Oh, go on! Do your second good deed for the day. Just look at the poor little thing. Say, you’re not a vegetarian by any chance, are you? Not that there’s anything wrong with that,’ she hastily added, “It’s just that I wouldn’t want to make you feel ill having to watch me stuffing my face with sausage rolls and such like.”
“Heavens no!” I reassured her, “I’m not a big meat-eater, but I couldn’t go without it completely. I still enjoy a bit of steak or a sausage or two, and after all, human bodies need iron, especially female ones.”
“You’re right enough there,” Kaz laughed. “With two lively kids and a husband to look after, this body needs all the energy it can get. So many vegetarians really don’t look all that healthy to me, and unless they supplement their diet, they often seem to lack stamina. But then I suppose in the end it’s up to the individual, and some seem to thrive on a no-meat diet. I must admit if I had to go out and catch my own, I’d most definitely be a vegetarian.”
“Ew, yes — I couldn’t agree more. It’s got to come wrapped up neatly and tidily in a little plastic packet with all the nasty bits removed in the way of livers, kidneys, brains, hooves, beaks, feathers, the lot! That’s why I prefer supermarkets, especially for meat — I hate the smell of butcher’s shops. Do you come here often for your groceries?”
“Well actually,” Kaz replied, “this is my first time. We only moved up here last week. Sam, that’s my husband, got a job transfer from down south, so we’ve had to relocate completely — new house, new city, new schools for the kids, everything. It’s been pretty damned horrendous to tell you the truth, with all the packing up, then unpacking, and not knowing a soul here.
“Still, they reckon a change is as good as a holiday, and the weather here is so nice after Melbourne. Down there it can be a real pain — rain one minute, then blowing a bloody gale the next. That’s where we’re from by the way, and we managed to get a house up here with an in-ground pool, so the kids are over the moon. How about you Ali — are you from around here?”
“Just a five-minute drive away. Do you know St. Mary’s Catholic Church over near the high school?”
“Umm, yes, only just. We enrolled our eldest, Kira, there last Friday, at the high school, I mean, and yes, I vaguely recall seeing a church close by — one of those nice old stone buildings, isn’t it? Why, do you live next door to it?”
“No, there at the church. My brother Paco is the local priest around here.”
“Oh, sh…, I mean sugar!” Kaz clamped both hands over her mouth. “I am so embarrassed! Here I’ve been, swearing my head off like a bloody outback shearer. Oh, God, no — I’ve done it again! Ali, I’m sorry!”
“Hey, Kaz,” I laughed, “it’s okay, truly! You should hear my brother when he gets going. Our family background is Spanish Gypsy, so we’re very down-to-earth and not into putting on airs at all, and both of us have fairly fiery temperaments hidden away under a cool, calm exterior. Paco’s not a bit like you’d expect a priest to be, especially with me around to stir him up. Would you believe we used to dance flamenco professionally when we were in our teens? We only stopped when he went to seminary. And he’s got the wickedest sense of humor, so we used to have great fun dancing together.”
“Wow, that’s amazing! How interesting! What’s he like? Does he look like you? Small and dark I mean.”
“Yes, very much, but the funny thing is, he’s only my adopted brother, so it’s weird how much we resemble each other. His parents came here from Spain when he was very young, but they both died in a car accident, and he was raised by his grandmother. They lived in a caravan that was parked on council land close to where my family lived, and when they were eventually ordered to shift, my father invited them to move onto our property — we had five acres, so there was plenty of room. Paco was about 12 when they came to live with us, and we’ve been together ever since, and as close as any brother and sister could possibly be.
“He’s a real sweetie and very handsome in a Gypsy sort of way, you know, dark skin, black eyes, a bit taller than me — but then everybody’s taller than me — and his hair’s curlier than mine, which is so annoying. You’d love him — in fact all the women in his parish are madly in love with him.”
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nbsp; “Hey, I’m looking forward to meeting him!”
“Well, you probably will some time, because the high school where you enrolled your daughter approached him only last week to ask if he’d do some work for them as a school counselor. He’s going to take up the offer because he likes kids, and really gets on well with them. I reckon he’ll do a great job, but I wouldn’t tell him that — in fact I’m teasing him about his ‘lack of maturity’ being what makes him so well-qualified for the position.”
When the waitress arrived with our food, Kaz’s eyes lit up at the sight of the sausage roll and chips she’d ordered, along with a generous mug of cappuccino. I watched in fascination as she proceeded to drown the lot with almost half a bottle of tomato sauce, but was soon distracted by the arrival of my slice of mud cake that had lured me remorselessly into its sticky clutches.
Watching Kaz daintily but effectively demolishing her food, I wracked my brain trying to recall where I’d seen her before. She felt so familiar. “Kaz,” I finally asked, curiosity getting the better of me, “how long have you lived down south? Have you ever come up here before, on holidays or something?”
“No, Ali, never been here in my life. I was born and raised in Victoria, and have never travelled further north than Sydney. Why?”
“It’s really weird;’ I shrugged, “I feel like I know you from somewhere. It must just be that you remind me of someone, but I can’t think who it could be.”
Kaz leaned back in her chair, savoring her coffee and glancing up at a couple of new arrivals settling themselves at the table next to us. “Course you know what they say, don’t you? That all of us have a double, a ‘doppelganger’ I think the term is, somewhere or other in the world. But the really weird thing is I was thinking exactly the same thing about you. Have you ever been down south, to New South Wales or Victoria?”
