by A. M. True
All these thoughts consumed my mind. I found myself longing for these experiences with intense desire. Unable to dismiss them, these thoughts quickly developed into a 24-hour a day obsession. I tried to pretend to be normal, pretending to be accepting of things as they were; but even that task became more and more resistant and daunting. It was as if I weren’t meant to be the same. It felt like I was meant to be different and was seeing signs of this in my awakening. I continued to plea for more knowledge. Yes, I was seeing all kinds of synchronicities, but what did it all mean? I wanted to meet a higher being who could show me more and tell me more. It was all I knew to do.
For several years, this obsession continued. Endlessly, I thought about meeting a supreme being, like the man on the ocean, and I thought about how he would engage me in enlightening experiences. Never giving up, I continued my persistence in daydreaming for two reasons: 1) I considered the law of attraction. Maybe my thoughts would attract the idea, thus manifesting it into reality, and 2) God knows my thoughts and feelings, He knows my plans, and knows what is best. I knew He would provide me the opportunity for this experience, be it now or later, should He see it fit. Until then, my thoughts were the only retreat I had.
Artist: Symphony of Specters (Charles Evans)
Song: Things Worth Fighting For
One night on the 3rd day of September in 2012, I was crawling into bed at my small house in the country. Several images from my memories flashed before my mind: the man standing on the ocean, repeating sequences of numbers, the Flower of Life symbol, black crows, the altered state of consciousness experienced at school, remembering my pleading prayers, flashes of light, high-pitched ringing in my ears, the smell of roses, and predicting havoc before it happened. Although it didn’t frighten me, it did bother me to have unanswered questions. I decided to meditate and pray.
First, I thanked God for giving me life and providing me with new perspectives and insights in my life. I asked Him to help me continue to live by this enlightening outlook and to be able to remember it always. Then, I asked Him for answers. I saw signs everywhere, which seemed to be trying to tell me something, but I could not piece it all together. What really stood out was remembering the man on the ocean.
Was he real? Who was he? Will I ever see him again? What was he doing? How did he get there?
In the middle of the prayer I started drifting off before catching myself.
Please, will you send me a sign? Will you visit me in my sleep to give me clear answers?
Again, I had dozed off but quickly resumed my prayer. Send me an angel, God… something… anything… I caught myself dozing again, but this time I was unable to move my body. It was like I was paralyzed but was completely alert and awake.
Still lying down on the bed, I heard a deep-pitched, vibrating frequency inside my head. It was frightening. I fought to try and move my body. It felt like all I could do was arch my back off the bed. My attempts to move the rest of my body continued, but with failure. I could hear the low-pitched rumbling continue to intensify deep within my ears. In a panic, I finally felt myself sit up, but it had felt unusual. It felt like I had burst through a thick, gel-like bubble, or like I had popped out of my own body. I also felt very flimsy and uncoordinated. When I managed to pull my feet to the floor, they felt very heavy and landed on the floor with a stomp. As I stumbled to stand, my body was very shaky like a new-born fawn trying to get on its feet for the first time. My thoughts were rattled. What is wrong with me? Am I sleepwalking or something? Am I sick?
The rumbling in my head began to subside. I thought to myself. Maybe if I go into the kitchen to get a drink of water, this funny feeling will pass. The house was dark, but I knew I could guide myself to the kitchen by touching the walls. I leaned my right hand against the wall to my right. To my surprise, I fell right through the wall as if it weren’t even there at all. I landed on my side and quickly scurried to my knees. As I started rising to my feet again, I felt them fall straight through the floor. It felt as if the floor had just given out from under me.
The low-pitched rumbling in my head returned and grew louder. In complete distress, I started running. My feet ran below the floor. It felt like I was running in mud. None of the walls constrained me—instead, my body ran right through them, one after another after another, until I found myself outside in the front yard. I looked up into the night sky. It was stunning. I saw more stars than ever before exhibiting glittering colors of reds, pinks, purples, greens, blues, and yellows.
A sense of calmness encompassed me. I looked at the large field across the road. A white primitive church rested in the middle of this green grassy field. I was drawn in that direction, and desired to go there. I began walking towards the primitive church, but to my surprise, I was at the church in an instant. It was as if I had teleported! Confused by what had happened, I cautiously retreated into the vast grassy field behind the church. There, a small lake sat upon a high hill. On the opposite side of the lake, there was a bench. Secluded from everything, and peaceful, it was my favorite place to be. In an instant, at the very the thought of it, I was resting on the bench on the opposite side of the lake. The sun had begun to rise.
Artist: Audiomachine
Song: Spirit of the Stallion
The breeze blew a slight gust, and I heard the bass-rumbling sound of thunder. I searched the sky for dark clouds but saw only a coral-fire sky accented with wispy lavender clouds.
When my eyes returned to the sunrise scene behind the lake, I saw a man standing on the other side. He was staring right at me, I was instantly perplexed because he was wearing medieval-era attire—a black tunic with black leather trousers, black leather boots to his knees, and a hooded cloak trimmed in gold. The cloak was velvety. It was beige on the outside and lined on the inside with white fur. It was blowing magnificently behind him in the wind.
Who is he? I looked around to see if anyone else was with him. Nobody was around. I quickly began questioning his intentions. Where did he come from? How did he get here? He is looking right at me. What does he want? Should I say something?
He looked like a handsome prince out of a fairy tale. He stood with tall posture. His feet were flat on the ground, slightly apart, and his arms were down by his sides. He appeared about seven feet tall and looked to weigh about 350 pounds of pure muscle. He had a defined, muscular physique. He had a very serious, yet gentle look on his face.
His skin was bronzed, smooth, and soft, except for a shadow of stubble on his lower face. His face was well-chiseled and defined. I noticed his profound masculine features including medium-length, dark brown hair; full, defined eye-brows; and a strong, squared jaw. Most noticeably, were his piercing, deep-set, aqua-blue eyes. The color of his eyes appeared enhanced, almost as if slightly illuminated. The limbal ring around the iris in both of his eyes was dark and well-defined, thus created beautiful contrast between the aqua-blue color and the white sclera. He was absolutely perfect in creation.
I became infatuated. My heart sank into my stomach, and my body began to tremble. Goosebumps scattered the surface of my skin. My breathing rate and pulse increased. All kinds of questions and thoughts continued to race through my mind: He is incredible! He looks like a superhero! Am I dreaming? This can’t be real!
Artist: Really Slow Motion (Cesc Vilà)
Song: Suns and Stars
I tried to calm myself, attempting to disguise my reactions, but all I could do was freeze up. Every feature of him was perfectly balanced, perfectly proportional. His chest muscles were large and squared through his tunic. His shoulders were broad. Best of all was his facial structure—flawless, strong, well-chiseled, and masculine. He was an absolute dream.
Suddenly, I became very scared of his intentions. What is he doing here? What is going on? Then he spoke to me. Only, he did not use his mouth but rather communicated with his mind. I literally heard his words echoing inside my head as if his voice were coming to me through internal headphones. He had a deep, smooth voice
, with an English accent. He carried a low, masculine pitch that resonated within me. His tone was calm but authoritative.
Being: Please. Do not fear. Come closer to me.
As he was transmitting these thoughts to me, I felt a soothing vibration throughout my body, almost a cooling, relaxing sensation. It was the same sensation as when someone gently scratches my back and it gives me a shiver. He kept a straight face, making it hard to read on his intentions. I could not believe I had just heard him echoing, as if he were inside my head. I thought to myself, who is he?
In perfect timing he replied.
Being: My name is Emalickel.
Had he heard my thoughts or was that just a coincidence? As a test, I asked him a question in my head without talking, can you actually hear me?
He smiled gently.
Emalickel: Loud and clear.
I was stunned.
Me: What else can you do?
Emalickel: What are the limits of your imagination?
Impossible! He had just answered my mind’s question with his mind! My questions continued uncontrollably: What is he? Where did he come from? Should I be afraid of him? Why is he here? His time, he responded to me with his physical voice, which sounded the same as the one in my head moments before.
Emalickel: I will answer each of these questions which circulate your mind. I am a celestial being. I come from Lapoi, located at the center of this galaxy. You need not fear me. I mean you no harm. In fact, the reason I am here…
He paused to lock eyes with me, making sure he had my undivided attention. The anticipation was building-up within me so much I had to force myself to breathe. Emalickel smiled and finally continued.
Emalickel: … is to seek you.
A surge of surprise hit the pits of my stomach. Me? Why me? Is this finally what I was asking for? Had God sent him as an answer to my prayers? Now I was completely drawn to him. I slowly stood up and began walking carefully towards him. I hesitantly continued along the bank to the other side of the lake where he stood. My thoughts raced.
Me: I’m afraid. What’s happening right now? I don’t know you. Are you even real? What are your intentions?
I stopped 30-feet away from him and continued with uncontrollable questions. Emalickel closed his eyes and smiled as I continued to ramble on.
Artist: Audiomachine
Song: Age of Innocence
Me: Am I dying or something? Are you here to abduct me? How can I trust you? What are your motives?
When my questions finally came to a stop, he looked back up at me. Smiling in amusement, he shook his head and spoke aloud.
Emalickel: I know the extent of your discomfort. I know what you are feeling. I want to bring you comfort, not fear. Please, let me help you understand.
Emalickel folded his arms across his chest. He waved his hand in the air at the lake, taking my attention there. He continued to look at the lake while he responded. Within the waters of the lake, I saw his memories playing like a movie as he reminisced. I could see that he and a group of others like him were visiting with ancient tribes on Earth, helping to build ancient structures and providing spiritual knowledge through teachings around a fire. The ancient people seemed to be worshipping Emalickel and the others, but Emalickel kept shaking his head and pointing to the heavens in reference to God.
Emalickel: The last time I visited Earth was in 303 B.C. For centuries before, my brothers and I had been traveling here helping the Lapoian Guards deliver God’s instructions to His creation of mankind. The goal was to expand man’s intelligence— to enlighten him so that he may know God and gain remembrance of His spirit within them. The humans were receptive, scribing about our enlightenments and spreading the word across the lands, but they were unclear about things. Some tribes of humans even started referring to us as gods—giving us all kinds of names across the Earth such as Apollo, Poseidon, Thor, Balder, and Tyr. Then we were given other names like Michael, Gabriel, and Raphael. Despite our teachings, these messages continued to be misunderstood, altered, or rejected altogether by mankind. We did the best we could—the evolution of the information was up to the mortals.
His tone became frustrated.
Emalickel: I could bear not to watch the mortals misconstrue our great God’s words and turn away from Him without any regard to His great compassion and love for them. Deeply disturbed by this, I received God’s blessing to remove myself from Earth and the ungrateful mortals.
He paused to look towards the ground. He sighed to calm himself.
Emalickel: So, I left. I returned to Lapoi to reflect, pray, and center myself.
He rolled his shoulders back and began to walk around. The lake still played scenes of what he was recalling from his mind’s memories.
Emalickel: I have known of your energy since you began. I have been hearing your thoughts for some time now. At first, it happened seldom and was very vague. Then, it happened more often and, in more volume and clarity. After a while, I became intrigued with your thoughts. You are different. I enjoyed listening to your transmissions. I started being able to feel your emotions and even physically see you. These abilities intensified, and I developed a deep desire to meet you. Your energy is very unique—strong-willed, yet empathetic to others. The qualities of a true leader.
Artist: We are all Astronauts
Song: Ether
My eyes had started wandering his body. He was tall, strong, and masculine. My mind began to wander as I scanned him head to toe. I couldn’t find one thing wrong with him, not one single thing. What did he look like underneath those garments? Did he have the same parts as a mortal man? I mean, why else would he be wearing clothes?
I could feel him looking at me. When my eyes returned to his, he expressed a surprised and amused look on his face, for he knew I was lusting after his body. Embarrassed and blushing, I looked away to avoid any eye contact. Then, I heard him chuckle under his breath.
Emalickel: So, your eyes have wandered my vessel as your mind has drifted?
I was mortified! Since he could hear my mind, all I could do was be honest with him.
Me: It’s just that you’re… I’m just so captivated by you.
He stood up straight, demonstrating a proud posture. He kept his intense gaze on me and gently smiled. He slowly pushed back the hood of his cloak, removing it from his head.
Emalickel: As am I, by you.
The sound of his voice saying that gave me butterflies. There was a long silence as we locked eyes. When he looked at me I felt warm, yet my body felt as stiff as a statue. He was way too perfect to be real. I couldn’t believe he was actually captivated by me. Had he really come to Earth just for me?! My dreams and all my pleas had been heard and were becoming reality.
He held out his hand in motion for me to come towards him. I heard his thoughts within in my head again.
Emalickel: Please. Come closer to me.
My legs were weak as I slowly closed the gap of space between us. With each step I took closer to him, my emotions consumed me. Step-by-step I continued breathlessly. When I was just five steps away from him, a sudden breeze blew around me. I stopped, for an overwhelming amorous sensation surrounded me when I absorbed a breath of his invigorating scent. It had a hint of fresh new leather, but mostly it was clean, as a man may smell right after a shower.
I was so captivated by him I was unable to move. I did not want him to know what I was feeling, but apparently there was no hiding it from his mind. A part of me wished I could burry my face into his immaculate chest, and feel his firm, safe arms as they wrapped tightly around me.
When I looked at him, he nodded with a wide grin, as if he had already read my mind again. He emphasized the presence of his extended arm to me by gently bouncing it once in the air.
I exhaled the sum of the built-up air in my lungs. I made myself walk towards him. I walked until I was able to place my hand directly into his. He grabbed my other hand with his free hand.
His hands engulfed mine. Th
ey were large and warm. I could also feel the warmth of his body radiating from him. We stood there, facing one another, hand-in-hand for several moments. My forehead was level with his chest. I could see his chest rise and fall as he took strong steady breaths in and out.
I looked up at him, and he gazed back down at me. Then, his smile relaxed, and his gaze became more intense into my eyes. I could tell he wanted to ask me something, but he seemed hesitant. After a brief moment he finally asked aloud.
Emalickel: May I take you someplace very special?
He was irresistible, but I still didn’t know him enough to trust him.
Me: I don’t know. I barely know you. I don’t even remember your name.
He smiled genuinely.
Emalickel: Emalickel
He briefly paused in thought before continuing.
Emalickel: Please, Adrienne, let me earn your trust.
Me: You know my name?!
