
Leh Duanh village, Mars, 125,000 BC
Over the years, I experienced several non-sequential dreams about Mars and Lemuria with such level of detail and liveliness that I deeply relived every sight, emotion, and conversations as if I were there interacting in real life. It all started with my home on Mars, located in a small humble village by lakeside southwest of Holden crater. I was a quiet more objective individual then, free from fear and anger. My consciousness was calm, placed on the inner voice and far removed from the self.
I could hear creation’s silent songs and I practiced telepathy with fellow Martians, happy with the simple open country Martian lifestyle among vegetation, lake recreation, and much study time. I was well aware of every thought and knew where these came from, automatically phasing out their selfish influences unconcerned while enjoying the company of inner love. But then, in Lemuria, that was all torn away and I attuned to the lower clouds of mundanity seeking their help to excel, following the lower self’s guidance to achieve (for that lower self) pride and glory.

Lemurian Security Forces base
Some 25 years ago, I had a series of dreams where I found myself in a single story wooden house that served as my project operations office. It was located in a Lemurian military base far from Lemuria City and near what’s now the island of Krakatoa. Here, Lemurians developed high energy weapons and I saw many things I should have reported back to Mars, but my ego kept me from it. I was in charge of the Lemurian space ship building project. I remembered how I felt, my emotions and desires, but could not understand them or my conscious state during or after the dream. I could never figure out what I felt, it was beyond my grasp, until yesterday.

LSF base, spacecraft development center
I’ve been working with my dear brother Tom to redesign the Unarians United website. In doing so, I wanted to launch a new web page from course curriculum pages showing video and/or audio relative to each course. But for some reason, when I passed course information to the new page so it knew what video to play, the web engine refused to do so. I spent two weeks struggling with this problem, writing all kinds of software code to test and make this work, but it failed every time. Yesterday though, at the peak of frustration, I saw myself in that Martian life again and finally interpreted what I felt back 127,000 years ago!
I struggled back then much as I had now to make the Lemurian space craft project a success. I felt vindicated, assertive, successful, and highly obsessed with selfish pride. I had forfeited inner beauty for outer grotesqueness. I had finished this arduous project by finding faults in others, pressuring them for information, and forcing them to finish tasks on time. I manipulated and pinned different Lemurian factions against the other to gain favor and support. Whatever it took to complete the project. I too was under pressure, but learned and used the same tactics on others as were exercised on me. I was no longer the refined, attuned individual I had been. I allowed myself to give into fear, anger, the way of others that chose to channel this obsessive dimension and its grave thick clouds of negativity, reviving the old self to attain what I wanted instead of receiving guidance from the Higher Self.
Once I realized this, I knew I was solving the website problem with these same past energies, not relying on the Brothers. So, I dropped the effort and completely set it aside, gave up, and ignored it. Then, when least expected, I got “the answer!” The web engine being used does not support parameter passing and a plugin is required to bypass engine restrictions. Problem solved! But the legacy continues, aware that many of my fact finding and tenacious efforts can be past-driven, self-interested, and that this reliving was only a small step in getting out of the “mundane cloud.”
Submitted by: Roberto on 12/22/2015
Tagged with: Voice of Venus
Hi Roberto, Congratulations on figuring that out and in the process working out this reliving. I know I was a part of this situation. I felt I knew the answer but in that life I tried to force it on you. I knew this was a reliving so caught it in time before my big fat ego wanted to stomp on the situation and say “your way was the wrong way of doing it and my way was the right way of doing it.” So I am learning to catch this stuff before it expresses in a negative way. I have been trying to catch the negative emotions and reactions using the chart of self-mastery because I know that allowing the negative to have its little egotistical way helps no one. I know that I can’t progress into a higher realm with the weight of negative reaction around my neck so I am working on it.
I appreciate what you are doing dear brother Roberto on the web site and your effort is to be commended as it looks better and better with each improvement you do. I look forward to being able to come to the site everyday to tune up with the voice…words of Dr. Norman and I am sure all the students will do so once it is set up to be freely accessed. Look so very forward to that.
With Love and Light and More Light and Love 🙂
Gloria
Hello Gloria,
I’m right there with you on that, for it was a period of time when anything and everything was done to ensure the project was completed. I was somewhat nebulous on that end, but last night I had a dream I believe “thickens the plot.”
In it, I was pitting political factions against the other (had some help) in Lemuria and negotiating the best possible support basis for the project with exceeding haste. I had to operate outside the bounds of the Martian council to get technical support and information useful in getting resources and construction facilities to build spacecraft.
I’ve been trying to get information from the present Unarians United website architect to help both him and my brother Tom, but that’s a mirror of what I did in that past. And just as it was then, I’m now faced with software and methods totally foreign to me, having to negotiate with “other parties” to make changes to the site, just as it was back in Lemuria.
It was an aggressive project that included objectives to set up human habitats on the Sun’s surface by using demodulated solar fields for containment … instead of an ice hotel, this was a “plasma hotel.” In the end, it was never followed up on, and those that supported the spacecraft project were put onboard a ship and sent to the Sun, giving people a story that they were being sent to colonize the Sun.
Thank you Roberto for more input about this reliving. As you said in our other communique that I was a part of a team that you used and I feel this is true. I know I was pretty dedicated to see the project get done whatever it would take.
With realization, there is humility and the other side of the waveform which is seeing to it that Unarius has a voice on this earth plane; that is the positive side of the waveform. I realized thinking about it the other night that Unarius is bigger than all of us here presently as students. Even though our efforts seem like tremendous accomplishments in our own eyes, they are less than a flotsam in a pond of a forest.
I don’t think anyone including myself can really grasp at the nature of the Unarius efforts from the spiritual side and the countless beings who devote their lives to helping struggling humanity not just on this earth world but the countless billions of earth worlds throughout just this one sector of the galaxy.
So I was thinking about that the other night and realizing that ego really isn’t an option. I realize that all I can do is the best I can do and just try to keep studying and learning more about the nature of Infinity and apply those principles to my life and if I can work out a few past lifetimes in the process…Wonderful! Otherwise life is short; this year 2015 went by so fast my head is still spinning.
So we have to do what we can in the time that we have, correction: I have to do what I can in the time that I have. And if we can help each other out; that is awesome! 🙂
Gloria, This is a place where I can rest, if only for a moment, then pick up and move on.
Thank you,
Na’imah
As the sun breaks through morning dawn, we realize its crowning light is far-off yet life giving, and all things beneath its blazing power live-not lest they receive light. It’s a land of learning, though we wrongly assume its dirt is all life can be, and thus go forth to build a home from its dirt. Yet clean light constantly draws us from these dark burrows (fantasies of safety) so we worry not of earth survival but thrive in belonging to the light instead. As Jesus once said, “He that tries to save his life will lose it, but he that loses it on Father’s account will save it.”
How wonderful to hear of your recognition to relinquish the past and enter light-anew. I have my daily battles where ego silently “sneaks” in and, before I know it, it’s running the show. It does cost and hurt to put it down at times, but I must do so lovingly for it is an expression within the Infinite and, as Jesus’ two commands state, love God with all your might and love thy neighbor as thyself. If I love not myself, how can I love (understand) my neighbor, and much less God? Love is understanding, and fear brings not love but ego. Thus, my battle of Armageddon rages on for, as someone stated above, “ego really isn’t an option,” not anymore, and peaceful understanding of that ego is the key to evolution.
My apologies (understanding) to you, Gloria, for those deeds I encouraged you into in Lemuria, and I thank you among so many for making arrangements in this life to help begin to work this out. I saw how I sat content, accomplished, prideful, in that wooden office chair waiting for 9:00 pm to strike, savoring glory and recognition. I stood up, calmly walked outside, and gave the order. Moments later, Lemuria’s first batch of spacecraft flew out of the assembly facility and unto nouveaux skies and to eventual deadly circumstances. I recognized not those I used, I took all the credit, and I paid accordingly in the end by also being sent to my death into the sun.
I’m privileged to be able to provide some miniscule humble measure of assistance in Unarius. To the future, and beyond 🙂