by Sara Estey
“The planet that the Anunnaki came from was going through difficulties,” Maria continues. “They had gone through their resources and were having wars amongst themselves, and with others. They utilized gold for powering their craft, and their energy sources on their planet. The Anunnaki, who were just living in small numbers on this planet at that time, and who were basically peaceful, were soon visited by those from their planet who needed resources.”
“So, when was this?” Joe asks.
“This was about 40,000 years ago,” Maria replies. “The Anunnaki, who were large in appearance, by the way, about ten feet tall, started to inhabit the planet. The Sirian-bred human was, at this time, a Fifth- to Sixth-dimensional being. They were of the way of the Sirians, and lived in harmony with nature, with all creatures really. They lived as we do.”
“So, is that where your community comes from, this ancient hybrid race?” I ask.
“Yes, we are all hybrids in some way, though,” Maria says.
“The Anunnaki were already trusted as peaceful beings, as they had been living in harmony on the planet some 10,000 years. So, the Sirian humans had no reason to think they would do anything to harm the planet. In a way, the Anunnaki were not trying to harm the planet, so much as they were trying to save theirs.”
“What happened is, the Anunnaki cloned with human Syrians as well as the ape-type human,” Lella adds “They utilized both in their need to mine for gold. This went too far, since they started to display power and control over those they inseminated. The Sirians could not help, as at this point, they were vibrating at a frequency well above the Sixth dimension. Those on the planet at the Fifth dimension could not understand this until it was too late. The Anunnaki basically took control over the planet, and it changed to a system of power and control over others.”
“That sounds like what happened in Sumeria, or Atlantis,” I say.
“Yes, but this was well before that,” Lella says.
“And, what about the Reptilians?” I ask.
“The Reptilians did not play into this,” Lella says.
“What happened is that there was glacial melting and a flood over much of the planet about 38,000 years ago,” Maria says. “The Anunnaki had gotten all the gold they needed before that great devastation occurred. At that time in history, there existed a few different groups of human species. There was the original ape-type human, the Sirian human, the Sirian-Anunnaki human, and the Anunnaki human. After the flood, they were in survival mode. However, the Sirian breeds had high vibrational fields, or bodies, and they had an easier time of it.”
Maria pours us all some more tea, and asks if we would like some biscuits. None of us are hungry, as we are intrigued with what she is saying.
“Please tell us more,” Sarah says.
“So, the Anunnaki left the planet some 38,000 years ago,” Maria continues. They would come back as you know, but not for thousands of years, when they needed more resources from Earth. The ape-like humans digressed after the flood, as they went into survival mode and fought over what resources were left on the planet. The Sirian humans were the ones who were of the highest vibration, and they lived in harmony. The Anunnaki hybrids were at a Fourth-dimensional vibration. They had some fight in them, but generally were able to work with the Sirian human race.”
“So, your community came from this Sirian race?” I ask.
“Yes, in a way it did,” Maria points out. “We constituted most of the globe by the time the Anunnaki came back, thousands of years later. We were living in harmony on the planet. Though we knew of the stories, we also had our Anunnaki brothers living with us all these years. We did not think that the Anunnaki had come back to take from us. We were not prepared for the cloning and pillaging of the lands. We did not expect that we would be overtaken and thrown again back into a dark age.”
“By dark age, you mean what?” I ask.
“The times after the great flood, after Sumeria and Atlantis. The times we are again working through now,” Maria says.
“So, that took a fairly long time, say from 50,000 years ago to 13,000 years ago?” Joe says.
“Yes, we descended and ascended, only to descend again,” Maria says.
“Here we are again, trying to ascend. Only this time we don’t have the Anunnaki or Reptilians cloning,” Joe says.
“That is not entirely true,” Maria says.
“I mean we know they are on the planet and influencing things through the agendas that are programmed into society,” Joe says.
“There is more,” Lella says.
“What more is there?” I ask.
“The cloning is no longer done in the ancient ways of Atlantis or Sumeria, or of the time before which I just described. It is now done electronically, purely electronically,” Maria says.
Maria explains to us that they don’t have phones, the internet, or any electronic waves at the community, for any reason beyond peace and isolation from the outside world. The energy waves are being used to program people to think and act in certain ways, and the methods are getting more advanced.
“Yes, we are aware of the electronic programming of people through phones and that 5G, for example, will be even more so,” Joe says.
“But how is that the same as cloning?” I ask.
“It takes out the need for cloning,” Maria replies. “It takes the need for walk-ins, or possession of people by forces, out of the equation as well. Through electronic programming, neither is needed. You see, they can merely control the population through energy waves.”
“Technically, we would be free from the influence, anyways, because of our vibration,” Lella adds. “If you are at a Fifth-dimensional level, you will be clear of the infiltrating forces, and agenda. However, there may be a tree, or something, on the land that falls below that level. It is best to be extra cautious and just keep that out of our field.”
“Yes, I suppose with people being programmed, there would not be a need to clone,” I say “You could just work with the race as it is, to do your work for you, or follow whatever agenda you lay out.”
“Cloning is finished, as far as the other species are concerned,” Maria adds. “They don’t need to do that anymore. It is a primitive method. The advances in technology, which humans think is for the better, are actually a means to an end so to say.”
“We had not deduced it that way. Wow! It is actually worse than we realized,” Joe says.
“This is why helping people to ascend to the Fifth dimension is even more important now than ever,” Maria says. “Once people are at a high vibration, it will not affect them. As you know, telling people this is not the answer. The agenda, or World Order, will ensure that they do not believe this.”
“So, we just sit here in this community while the world goes to hell?” Sarah asks.
“No, we don’t just sit here. There is more we can do. But, for now, I think that is enough,” Maria says.
A bit heavy hearted, we get up to leave the house and go back to our rooms for the night. Joe, Connie, and two of the women, will go into town tomorrow to pick up the monks, and Rob, and Judy.
One of the ladies is going to drive an old bus they have on the property. It seems odd that soon the monks will be here, as well. I can’t wait to see Rob and Judy. But, I know things won’t be as tranquil as they were when just the women were here, and before I realized just how dire things are in the world at this point in time.
CHAPTER 17
The Art of Creation
Standing with a group of women on an embankment overlooking the river, we sigh. It has been a long day of breathing into reality all the homes that will house the newcomers. We have been working since yesterday, and I have learned the ways of the manifestation of physical form.
It was not easy at first for me to manifest a board from another board, let alone shapes based on a drawing, or a vision, in my head. For the women here, it is easy. For them it is innate, and learned early on, like how I learned to ride a bic
ycle when I was small.
They had smiled as I tried to manifest with them. They were patient. The main point was that I needed to elevate my vibration to above the Fifth dimension. As I had never done this before, work and time were involved. Through the field of their fields, they helped to raise my consciousness up to the higher realms. Eventually, I was able to participate somewhat in the building and decorating of the ten homes.
We sit on the riverbank, and look out over the valley. It has been a full day. Knowing the others will arrive soon, I smile in anticipation. What an amazing journey this has been so far.
I’m tired from the day’s work and lay down on the grass, dozing in the late afternoon sun. I hear the birds chirping. The other women are quiet, and relaxing also.
“Ladies, we have a problem,” Lella says, walking up to us, and bringing me out of my dozy state of relaxation.
“What is it?” a few ask in unison.
“One of the houses is disappearing,” Lella says.
She motions us to follow her; and we do. As we approach the cluster of houses we recently built, we note that one is missing. A complete half of another house is gone as well. It looks to be clean-cut down the middle, with half of a two-story home built on one side, and nothing but dirt ground where the other half should be.
“Has this ever happened before?” I ask.
“No,” Lella says.
Not knowing what to make of it, we continue staring at the scene, as if expecting the still-standing half of the house to suddenly disappear before our eyes.
“This did happen before I think,” Maria says. “In our legends, it is said something similar happened, or would happen.”
Everyone turns to Maria, as she continues.
“It is said that a day will come when the energy will be tested, from the inside out. A being will walk in as a healer to bless the grounds. Only, this healer will be an energy vampire who will try to destroy the way.”
After some silence, I ask, “Is there more?”
“No, that is it,” she says.
“I see, ” I say.
“Aren’t you a healer Mary?” asks Christina, one of the women.
“Why, in a way, yes. Not with your healing capabilities, though,” I say.
A few of the women walk off, a little further away from me, and chat. They call Maria over and, eventually, Sarah and I are left alone by the half-house.
“Do you think they believe you did this?” Sarah asks me.
As if on cue, the group of women walk over to us and ask us to join them in another one of the houses. We walk in, and sit around the kitchen table and living room area. Once everyone is in the house, and seated, Maria looks at me and asks me if I have anything I would like to share with them.
“No. If you think I have something to do with the disappearing homes, I do not,” I say. “Unless it has something to do with me helping to build them, and not having got the instructions quite right on how to do it, from all of you.”
“That is not what I’m getting at,” Maria says.
“This has never happened to us in the history of our lifetimes of creating things, let alone houses,” Margaret says.
“We think that you may have something to do with this,” Maria says . “We were warned that this may happen, by letting outsiders into our community. It is prophesied that someone would try to lessen the energy field.”
“I can assure you that I had nothing to do with this,” I say. “What is happening with the energy field is actually similar to what happened at the monastery, though. When the military came into the monastery, and set up camp, it decreased the vibration, as we already told you.”
“We can’t take any chances. I think, tonight, you and Sarah should stay with me in my house, where we can monitor you,” Maria says.
I see the looks of the other women and my demeanor crumbles. Just an hour ago, we were working together, and joyful. Now they do not trust me, and I am saddened by the turn of events.
Sarah and I follow Maria out of the house, and down the path by the river, to her home. As we walk past the river bank, we see Phillip meditating under a giant oak-like tree. Deep in meditation, he does not see us go by. I wonder how he is getting on and want to tell him what just happened; but decide not to call him and bring him out of his meditation.
Arriving at her house, Maria offers us some tea. We decline and head up to the bedroom we are to sleep in. As we walk out to the balcony, we hear the door lock behind us.
“So, we are now prisoners?” Sarah asks.
“Not exactly, prisoners. But, they are serious about this,” I say.
I look up at the stars in the night sky. I wonder if my husband can see me. I reach out to his spirit, once again, asking for guidance.
“Mom, are we going to be okay?” Sarah asks.
“Yes. Once the others arrive, we will get this sorted out. There has to be an explanation. As the monks just experienced something similar, they may be able to help,” I say.
Trying to appear upbeat to Sarah, I assure her it will all be fine. As she goes into the bathroom to take a salt bath and relax, I continue to look at the stars.
I have no idea what just happened to those houses. From what I know, the energy bubble can be infiltrated. It was done in Kauai. But, Maria had assured us that it could not be done from the outside. What and who would be able to do this from the inside? I think to myself. Or, is it being done from the outside?
“Are you going to take a bath, Mom?” Sarah says, bringing me out of my thoughts.
As I take my bath, my muscles relax and I realize how exhausted I am. As soon as I lay in my bed, I’m asleep.
“Wake up, lovelies.” Maria’s voice brings me out of my slumber.
“What time is it?” I ask.
“Late morning. I checked on you earlier. As you were asleep, I figured I’d let you both sleep as long as you like. However, it is near 10 am and we expect the others will arrive any minute. Actually, we expected them here by now. Dress, and I’ll meet you both in the kitchen.”
As Sarah and I walk into the kitchen, we see that Lella is also here. They pour coffee for us all and we sit down.
“So, we believe you, that you had nothing to do with the collapse of the homes,” Lella says.
“Why the change of heart?” Sarah asks.
“All the homes have now vanished,” Maria says.
“All?” I ask.
“All of the homes we just put up, yes,” Maria says.
“We still have no idea why this happened,” Lella says, “but, we think it best to wait until the others arrive before we build again. I suppose we have enough rooms and can arrange make shift tents for a few days.”
“But, why might it happen?” I ask.
“We don’t know. But, we have noticed a change in the river as well. Just a slight change. But the current has lessened,” Maria says.
“What about plant life, and the animals?” I ask.
“The same as they were,” Lella says.
“That is good,” I say, thinking of Kauai.
After breakfast, I ask Maria if she would like to go for a walk with me. She declines, saying she wants to stay close to her house for when everyone arrives, but she says I can take a walk. Sarah joins me as we leave the house behind us, and walk the path to the river embankment, and then down to the river.
Once at the river, we see some of the children playing in the water. I suppose, with the excitement of guests arriving today, school has been called off. I myself have not done my usual chores of tending the garden, and helping with lunch. However, having been on house arrest, that would not have been possible, anyways.
Sarah is wearing shorts, and a T-shirt, and decides to join the children in the water. I sit on the shore and watch, as they play. It really is so beautiful here.
Brandon approaches me crying, with something in his arms. It looks like his cat.
“Mary, the cat is dead. I tried to bring it back to life, but I can’t,”
he sobs.
“Oh, dear love. Let’s go home and have your Mom help,” I say.
I motion to Sarah that I’m leaving with Brandon. I don’t think she sees that his cat is dead, as she is frolicking with the children.
“The cat always comes to play with me,” Brandon says as we walk up the embankment. “Today he started to play and then he got tired, and went to sleep. But now he is not breathing. His hair even looks different.”
The hair I had not noticed, but I do now. It appears grey. I think to myself about what happened in Kauai, when the military went into the monastery, how things began to change and revert, I was told.
Walking up the path, we continue until we get to Brandon’s house. Maria is in the kitchen and Brandon gives her the cat.
“Mama, please fix kitty,” he says.
Maria looks at me, and then at the cat. She holds her hands over the cat, and the hair color changes back, and it starts purring. The cat jumps out of her arms and runs into the living area to sit on its cushion.
“Mary, do you have any idea why the cat’s color was grey?” Maria asks me, as she waves Brandon off to play.
“No. But, it has to do with the disappearing homes, doesn’t it?” I ask.
“Yes, I’m sure it does have to do with that. Not good, we have an infiltration. The only people inside that could infiltrate are you, Sarah, and Phillip,” she says.
“Well, I can assure you that it is not Sarah, or I,” I say.
“I don’t think it is,” Maria agrees.
She walks past me to her front porch. I hadn’t really noticed before, but she has a bell hanging from one of the walls and she dings it loudly, three times.
“What was that for?” I ask as I follow her to the porch area.
“It is time for a meeting,” she says as some of the women start approaching us.
Soon about twenty of the community are assembled in the front yard. Mary tells them of the latest development: the cat. No one else has had any issues with their animals they say. But, the seriousness of this is seen in the looks of the women’s faces.
“I’m fairly certain this has nothing to do with Mary, or Sarah. But, we have not questioned Phillip, and I think we need to,” Mary says. “Has anyone seen him today?”
