One evening last week, after completing a radio interview, I had a vision where I was on Eros. Far below me, I could see the enormous radiant city of Parhelion stretching into the far reaches of my sights with its strong variant glows that almost made it impossible to distinguish structural features. Miles above the city, I walked upon a winding crystal bridge that led to a crystal temple. This temple floated miles above the city with nothing supporting it and was shaped somewhat like the White House but more graceful and smooth. At the end of the bridge, a set of four steps led up to this temple where five Brothers were waiting for me.
Everything had a reddish hue to it, but it was only a sort of “viewing duality” of the mind, as part of my awareness saw it in that hue, but another saw it in full radiance superimposed one over the other. Coming to my knees on the steps, they asked me to purge my psychic of ego, and so I did. Interesting thing was that as I was giving testimonial up there, I was conscious down here of everything that was going on at the same time, fully awake. While the Brothers were jubilant in their higher ways with my involvement in the Unarians United mission, they said that in order for me to continue contributing to the mission, I had to realize and get over something extremely important, something very hard to give up.
It was shown to me that the lower self wanted a mission of its own, developing teachings and lessons separate from Dr. Norman’s. To overcome that, I had to let go of the Legacy book series for now and eventually get back to it, but only when the time was right and under Brotherhood approval. I would know when that time would come, for Legacy was just that, an introduction to Unarius, a boot camp for me to learn the principles, and a diary of lessons learned. It would serve others that read it come to and understand the science, but NOT replace it. I had kept those selfish energies at bay to date, but was not successfully dismissing them fully.
At the sound of putting Legacy aside, the lower self rose against my consciousness and I could see it trying to strangle my thoughts like a vice, but I turned to the masters and vowed not to give into it or feel guilt for carrying such selfish energies. It was what it was – knowing it and working for Unarius was the solution, not hiding or hating that ego. This negative force attempted to take me from the vision and the brothers, but I maintained my link and refused to become sad or emotional.
“This (Unarians United) is the true Unariun mission,” said a master, and with that I came back, understanding that all our personal efforts attempting to represent Unarius through other channels, yes, even the Legacy book series, were only tools best used to personally learn the science and express positively, but the ultimate effort and personal mission for us all is, and should solely be; Unarians United.
Submitted by: Roberto on 03/06/2016
Tagged with: Voice of Eros
In July 2015, “When Purpose Draws Ire,” drew my attention to Roberto, and afterward I purchased a copy of Legacy: The Search for Love. As I read the post at that time, I was aware of a silent, arcane darkness that felt “alive,” far beyond anything I have ever tried to comprehend. I re-read the post today and got the same roiling sensation. I also felt it when I read “The Unarius Mission” early this morning.
I felt sad about Legacy, then, like Roberto, I decided not to be and became involved in some outdoor activities, satisfied with having released the energy that had caused the discomfort. But when I settled down, it was there, and I asked the Brothers to help me identify the source. Also, I knew there was something I had to share here about the book, but couldn’t. That will be explained as we move on. Let’s go!
I saw myself entering a tunnel to an underground covert shelter. A beam of Light on my right side made it possible for me to advance. About twenty feet inside, I felt a deep darkness ahead but was determined to keep going, despite the whispers that the tunnel, itself, was circular and once I was inside it would be closed and I’d have no way out. I knew the latter wasn’t true because the Brothers were with me. I moved forward, deeper and deeper into the tunnel, finally coming upon a group of people sitting in the dark-the Light allowed me to see them-at a round table playing some type of card game. A man turned and looked at me. “How did she get in here?” he was thinking. I was aware of other dark zones in the apparently large shelter, also filled with people, all relaxed, socializing in secret, hiding, waiting for something to happen in the outside world. Roberto and I were standing there, both of us towering over them in the dark zones and the tunnels simultaneously, unaffected. He and I were not acquainted. I was aware of his presence, but he wasn’t of mine.
“I want to go deeper,” I said to the Brothers. The tunnel began to spin and the centrifugal force slammed everyone except Roberto and me against the wall. When the motion stopped, I looked ahead into the darkness and saw shining, atop a cruddy, wooden table, a beautiful, crystalized copy of Legacy: The Search for Love.
“You have to read it,” the tall, bearded one who accompanies me on the Inner said.
“I’ve tried.”
“We know. Tell us what blocks you. This is the time and place to speak.”
“What is this place?” I asked. “What have these people here done?” I’m told again to speak about the book.
“I need to know why I’m here,” I say. “I have to know.” I have no intentions of talking about the book, and I’m aware they know this, so I’m wondering.
“Come,” many voices said. I followed a council of Beings and emerged from the covert on top of a hill beyond which a city of Light was visible. They talked to me about the need to speak and my unrelenting desire not to. I needed help and wasn’t getting it. I wanted to know why my questions hadn’t been answered.
“Pick up the book,” one said on the Inner, and down here, I picked up Legacy from my coffee table. “Open it,” he said, and I did, to page 121, involuntarily and was drawn to the 5th paragraph from the top: “…I had a long list of questions, but had no idea how to ask them. What few alien words I picked up from the vision were, for some reason, hard to come by at that moment. Meanwhile, she waited patiently for me to sort things out, looking on with a never-ending smile.” I realized that this passage was reflecting what I was experiencing, preparing to share with you!
“Speak,” the tall one said.
“I can’t! I can’t speak from where I am. I need help,” I said, then saw myself going toward a chamber where people were being tortured. I was welcomed, invited in (but didn’t enter) by something dark and formless; it was unaware that I could see it.
“What does all this have to do with LEGACY?” I called out to the Brothers. Then I saw a man with a large sledge-hammer, ready to destroy the book, which the socializers who were also aware of the torture chamber, had intentions of celebrating.
Now I can speak, no longer feeling that I would be critical of Roberto or his book, and I thank the Bothers for their help, for the Love that they are. I wasn’t able to see Legacy as something to represent Unarius through other channels, but in my efforts to read the book, I saw “baggage.” And for whatever reasons I’m sharing this, I desire the benefit of doing so and hope to release some of my own baggage on my journey to the Inner Worlds of Light.
I have a longing to read Legacy, but have been blocked by the impact of excessive use of descriptive language; makes reading difficult; at times, swirls of intrusive energy prevent me from seeing what is being described. The many references to religion and expressions of personal beliefs are also intrusive; Reading, I felt lost from the very beginning due to unidentified places, time, and characters, stranded with many questions. But in my efforts read, I have skipped about in the book, unwilling to give up. As I type this I am reminded of “Echo,” a word I have been hearing on the Inner for about five days, and I wonder if Roberto has heard these comments before.
There is a beautiful, transcending Light in Legacy; it has attracted me and continually nourishes my desire to read it. The Light still moves over my hands when I hold it.
Love and Light,
Na’imah
Well, I’m not struggling 🙂 with Legacy: The Search For Love any longer; for that my gratitude goes to the Brothers–and to Roberto. Since my initial response to The Unarius Mission, I have picked up the book and put it aside repeatedly, but in the past few weeks, I’ve been joyfully engrossed in the reading, my own journey through it.
The first time I beheld the book I knew I had to read it, but not why. Later I asked, and was referred to the preface, page 17: “As you read the pages of this book, come to know and adopt the great love that abounds in the cosmos…and know that higher Brothers are with you in thought, always ready to bounce you back on the winning side.” There was so much Light in that; I’d just had a vision of the darkness in which we live, what we do to ourselves and each other. For a moment, only a moment, it was frightening. I also got a glimpse of the pain and struggles of others that could reflect our own, and that some among us are moved to help.
Just a few days ago, in reference to Legacy, I heard the whisper, “That was a million years ago; it’s not important now.” I knew that was wrong, and it reminded me of what Amarna said to Bill Sullivan when he denied being Petronious Arbiter in a past life–that denial is a sign of recognition of truth.
My journey through Legacy involves me seeking answers at any moment, about any event, whenever it happened, no matter where I am, and among other things, I’m learning about Sullivan as he gets to know himself. I look forward to more of his “incredible journey through several lifetimes as far back as a million years, his blunders and triumphs…” I look forward to him regaining his lost soul, given the opportunity to return to Mars. I look forward to understanding what kept him going with so much guilt. I wonder if May Len, his beautiful lost One, had anything to do with that?! I’ll find out.
I feel as if I’m being birthed from a cocoon; the force behind this birth is powerful, directional, gentle. More Light to those on the Legacy journey.
Love, Light, Peace to A-l-l
Na’imah
Just minutes ago, as I was reviewing some of the chapters of Legacy I’d already read, Inner Light flooded my consciousness, inundating me with joy.
A few weeks ago, I voiced that I had no judgment of Bill Sullivan’s deeds in his past lives and wondered why I even had that thought. It was as if someone else’s lovely flower had been dropped in my basket for me to carry. All I could grasp was there was no ‘desire’ in me. Then I thought, “If I were to be judgmental, how would I do that? Where would I start in the enormities and great expanse of time involved? But most importantly, Who am ‘I’?”
In the reading, I’ve come upon two questions asking how can so many misplaced souls find their way back to truth, and how can thousands of years of selfish instinct be conquered? Bill Sullivan, all of us, have to find our way back to the Infinite, and we can. I thought of long ago when I had that yearning and remember it very well. But until this morning, when that magnificent Light shone and I got another view of my anguished self, I didn’t know how deep my longings were. In many of my posts, I’ve spoken of my desire for more Light, deeper unity with my Higher Self, and On my evolutionary journey as a Unariun, the beautiful beacon Legacy has appeared. When Sullivan met May Len, he said, “I was finally God-bound.” I have feelings akin to that regarding Legacy and my Higher Self. I anticipate the revelation, the healing ahead for me. Regardless of my pass deeds, I am worthy of the Love of the Infinite.
Thank you Tom and Roberto.
Peace,
Na’imah
For three days, I have seen her, a woman whose face was fashioned in the starry, night sky. Then she emerged from the night in full view, though her body was lightly veiled. I wondered who she was, and simultaneously asked myself again, “Who am ‘I’?” Her presence still oscillating, I knew that she was myself, when I was 35. I remember that time so very well, for it seemed to be the most beautiful of my life–indescribable. Even to this day, I still think so, and in retrospect, I see that I was experiencing a spiritual transition, though unaware.
En route to the store this morning, I stopped at a traffic light and a dragonfly appeared. His wings fluttered more rapid and he moved faster than any dragonfly I’d ever seen. He continually flew toward my windshield, then back, repeatedly making a loop. When the light changed, I wondered what he would do as the car rolled forward. He moved forward also, just inches from my windshield, then lifted upward, out of sight! I felt a breezy, “Always ‘Wings.'”
Later, as I sat idly, a spacecraft appeared on the Inner. It was the first time I’d had such an experience, but I felt a familiarity with the craft. It was round, shaped like two inverted plates joined, and there were three small windows on the front. In the middle window was a yellow light, and when I noticed it, I saw that I was viewing the craft through an eye of light. So much was happening, and has been, that I asked the Brothers to attune me to what I was to share here. I beheld a glowing, blue thread of light, and simultaneously a vein in my arm, both pulsating, joined, and I began to organize my thoughts.
There was no door on the craft, but one opened, and the lone craft appeared as if three, or three-levels, separated by “ladders” joining the top and lower crafts with the middle one.
Then, I saw Pell (I, the Idiot) who stated, “After I shed my old restrictions, my flame will burn brighter.” I am Pell now with that brighter light! I KNOW that. He loved Autumn, as I do; he was a writer, as I am. And within him was his own Autumn day, as was the light of Autumn in my life at age 35. I still live in that light!
All of the beautiful birds I’ve ever witnessed then accompanied me on the Inner, and with them, I smiled down at myself below. I asked the one who smiled, “What happened when I was 35?”
“You became aware that We walked with you.”
Of course, there was a question about the space craft.
“It’s the right time,” she said.
“And ‘Wings,'” I thought.
“Let them carry you,” she said, and a light, glowing red revealed the landscape on which she stood.
Peace
Na’imah
I’ve had numerous dreams and visions in the past weeks. Some have been flashes that I couldn’t recall, but I’ve made notes of most of them. Strangely, I feel that as I prepare this testimony no one is listening, no one will hear me, ever, but also, in my higher consciousness, I see visitors anticipating what I have to offer. At this stage in my evolution, my consciousness seems to have shifted into a place remote from anything I’ve ever experienced–as if I’m in a gap, though feeling safe, protected, between where I was and where I’m headed. There have been visions of many space crafts, something new to me!
Amid all of this I’ve had continual visions of a man who doesn’t seem to know what Love is, but thinks that it gives him ownership and property rights. He is a tall, muscular figure, has curly hair of a light color, and his eyes always have a distant gaze, even when he is alone. This morning he appeared again and was viewing the room in which I was sitting, as if through my eyes. There is a woman he loves; though he has never told her, she knows, but something in his past (lifetimes ago) disturbs her, only because he refuses to acknowledge the truth of it. The first time I saw him, he was in a dim light, and every time thereafter, he has been in clear view, even under a bright light in what appeared to be a machine shop. He wears a white T-shirt and tan, khaki pants.
I wanted to know who he was, so I asked the Brothers for help in identifying him and was prompted to view the list of chapters in Legacy: Episode II The Unholy Menace. Almost immediately, the last chapter got my attention, and I began to read the first paragraph. The enlightenment was that the contents weren’t important right then, but the title was: “Love is a Journey”. I thought, “How beautiful!” and knew that was something I will come to truly understand. He wasn’t identified, but I’m learning to be patient. I’m acquiring a deeper understanding of spiritual attainment, healing being a slow integration of consciousness.
I’ve been spending time in The Infinite Concept of Cosmic Creation, as well as Tempus Interludium, Volume II, enhancing my knowledge of the Higher Self. Just yesterday, I rededicated to my journey into the Higher Worlds of Light, aware of the ever-present, radiant energies projected to me by the Brothers.
Peace and Love
Na’imah