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What, then, is universal consciousness? It might be defined as consciousness thinking time and space, consciousness with the idea of location and succession involved within it, or, in reality, group consciousness, the group itself forming either a greater or a lesser unit. (The Consciousness of the Atom, The Evolution of Consciousness, Alice Bailey, 1922)
We cannot consider all these evidences of the vast antiquity of the great inventions upon which our civilization mainly rests, including the art of writing, which, as I have shown, dates back far beyond the beginning of history; we cannot remember that the origin of all the great food-plants, such as wheat, oats, barley, rye, and maize, is lost in the remote past; and that all the domesticated animals, the horse, the ass, the ox, the sheep, the goat, and the hog had been reduced to subjection to man in ages long previous to written history, without having the conclusion forced upon us irresistibly that beyond Egypt and Greece, beyond Chaldea and China, there existed a mighty civilization, of which these states were but the broken fragments. (Ignatius Donnelly, 1882) (Wow! That's one of the best long sentences I ever read ;)
Channeling or hearing the Inner Call is not a new phenomenon but is millennia old. In the Bible, Adam channeled God to Eve; Adam told her what God had been telling him. Today, in the New Age of Enlightenment, this is channeling but usually it's the women who channel and not the men. Perhaps it's because God was appalled at what Adam told Eve, and so He trusts women to carry His message from now on rather than men. Or perhaps it's because God is a She, a Goddess, and She naturally communicates best with women. (Oh, sacrilege!! :) Toward the end of the interview with the Atlanteans, we ask about this - why more women channel than men - and their answer is interesting, having to do with the anatomy of women and the anatomy of men rather than the sex of God/dess.
It is never known who will become a channel and who will not. I became a channel in a most surprising way. That story is part of the autobiographical book Heavenly Partners. I started out life as a transcendentalist, reading all of the great poets of that genre. I also began life in a swamp, so it fits somehow that my channeling would start with the Atlanteans, residents of an underground, watery world. They are my closest guides and have worked with me all my life, including the first part of my life when I was not a conscious channel. But as I look back on my life I can see how they were there with me always, in the background and just beneath the water.
Before I return to the channeling of the Atlanteans, I would like to share with you my life before I was a channel, my life when I was fully a transcendental river rat and swamp walker. I call it "The River of Life," and it tells the story of how I mastered a complex and dangerous environment by virtue of being born into it, and thus a denizen of it, and by having absolute respect for it. Not everyone survived. I knew people who were killed by water moccasins, alligators, rattlesnakes, boat propellers, and drowning, to name a few. There was death in every direction.
"River of Life" is also synchronous with the name of my sweet guide, the Goddess Sarasvati, whose name means "The River Within/Without." Both within and without (SaraS), water (Vati) plays a big part in my life and probably in yours, as well.
This story is like a Georgia coastal river. It winds around and around until it finally gets to the ocean. Life is really like that, a short journey with a lot of turns. To begin with, I have a number of spiritual names, as you can see from the covers of my ebooks, but Grace is my middle name that I got at birth. My birth name is Claire Grace Watson. I always laughed about it because I never felt especially graceful. My Dad always said I walked like I was carrying a hunting rifle. That used to hurt my feelings, being a self-conscious Southern girl, but now I see I just always had a sense of purpose, and my father couldn't think to say it like that. If I had really understood the meaning of the word grace, I would not have laughed at myself. It means beauty or harmony of form and attitude, it means ease and elegance of speech. Spiritually, it means the divine influence acting within the heart to regenerate, to sanctify and to keep it. Grace is any spiritual gift or attainment. I understand it more, and finally I like the name to fit.
I started out in swamp world, in the heart of transcendentalism. My Walden Pond was a swamp pond, and the path I took is a common path in Georgia but few stay on the path. Transcendentalism can be a rough road, especially if distracted by marriage, kids and money. I guess what you get out of a path is totally up to you, and it only proves that life is really a series of decisions you make. And what you decide determines the person you become.
I was born in Columbus, Ga., and grew up in Jesup, Ga. My mother was in labor 48 hours with me because I didn't want to come out. Some people never really do come out, do they? Not me. Once I've made a decision, I stick with it. Once I was out I wanted to be in the world as much as possible. My mother, after 48 hours of labor pains, finally gave up on me and let them pull me out. She spent a good deal of her life after that giving up on me. Only at the end of her life did she ever realize I might be worth not giving up on. The doctors pulled me out of her with forceps and left some little indentations in my forehand that have now mostly disappeared. I was named after my grandmother Clara and my mother, whose name was Sibyl Grace. I was nicknamed Cotton because my hair was a curly white cotton ball. I have very curly, long hair. My hair is always coarse and dried out because my head emits heat enough to fry my hair. Fortunately, I had the good sense to grow up in a humid place - the swamps of southeast Georgia.
Water is necessary to cool my fire, though I'm a grounding earth sign. But I am talkative like an air sign. So I started out with all the elements working with me - fire within me, earth as my star sign element, air as the nature of my way of communicating, and water as my environment. Living between two swamps, the Altamaha and the Okefenokee, I was born a natural transcendentalist like the American poets Emerson, Thoreau, Whitman, Dickinson, and others. A transcendentalist is someone who is always finding God in the little things. It's because we spend so much time meditating water lilies and pond bugs that we find God in the swamp. We don't have time to find God in church, where most people do. We're too busy fishing, camping, swimming, hunting and hiking. Fortunately for busy people, God/dess is wherever you happen to be looking.
Nothing teaches transcendentalism like a swamp. There is more perspective to be gained there than anywhere else on earth, in terms of the Tiny. The mini- and micro-biospheres are everywhere. You can sit for hours, for weeks, for years on the bank of a swamp and ponder it. I know, I did it. You can look straight into the eyeballs of an alligator looking back at you, and come to know the Transcendent. Ever been chased by hornets, wasps, wild hogs, mad dogs and a panther? I have. Makes your heart beat soooooo fast, and you learn two things real important - how fast you can run and how hard you can pray.
How many times have you had the breath knocked out of you? I bet not more than me. The worst one I remember was when I was playing near the river with my friend Bob. We jumped off a cliff holding onto vines and playing Tarzan, but instead of landing smoothly on the top of the other red clay cliff like Bob did, I slammed right into it, knocking the breath out of me. I slid all the way down the cliff on my stomach and I could not breathe for the entire time it took to run down the road and into the house to my mother. I was turning blue when I got there. She pounded me on the back til I inhaled and then she bandaged all my scrapes. That was when I was 11, and it was the first time death and my mortality occurred to me. After that, I became more interested in God and the afterlife, and how God might be able to keep me from really dying. I think it was then that I started to give more consideration to seeing if I could make friends with God.
When I was running down the road and turning blue, Bob ran down the road with me, banging me on the back and trying to get me breathing again. He died at 50 of a heart attack. I wasn't there to bang on him to get him breathing again or I sure would have. All the men in his family die young with bad hearts. His father, his uncles, his cousins. Bob has three younger brothers still living. Bob's father, who died at 42, (I was there when he died) was my father's business partner, so I grew up with this family. All my life I experienced their remarkable non-attachment to life and watched them live their lives to the fullest and become fathers as they joyfully expected to drop dead any minute. I learned a lot from them about positive non-attachment and negative expectations. They were my first teachers.
Bob always told me he would die of a heart attack, and I used to try to talk him out of it. I told him if he believed it, then it would happen, and if he didn't believe it, then maybe it wouldn't happen. He said he didn't believe in that. Bob believed in heart attacks instead. He worked at ITT Rayonier, a huge international weapons corporation fronting as an international pulp mill operation. Their headquarters is low-profiled in my little hometown, but they squat there on the Altamaha River like a gross, cigar-puffing monstrosity. The mill mulches the slash pines grown on 854,000 acres in Georgia that originally grew hardwoods. It turns trees into chemical cellulose. Rayonier's smoke stacks stand straight and tall alongside the river like lonely grey sentinels puffing stinky cigars. Its billion dollar a month cash flow sustains the little town and the corporation's weapons operations. The main product, chemical cellulose, is insidious; it's in our food, our clothes, our cars, our houses, everywhere. It's not listed on the labels of anything because it is part of the label and whatever is the product. It's everywhere and we buy it all over the world without even knowing it. It's not a choice we are given, to buy or not to buy it.
ITT Rayonier has pulp mills all over the world, in Auckland, New Zealand, Concepción, Chile, Dublin, Ireland, London, United Kingdom, Mataura, New Zealand, Shanghai, P.R. China, Singapore, Tokyo, Japan, Vancouver, Canada, Vladivostok, Russia, Baxley, Georgia, Fernandina Beach, Florida (where my parents lived), Hoquiam, Washington, Ketchikan, Alaska, Seattle, Washington, Stamford, Connecticut. In my little hometown of Jesup, Ga., they can hide their headquarters out in the swamps in the middle of nowhere, like the criminals they are, and do their dirty business where no one is looking and no one is talking. All over the world they are churning the forests and selling us a product we don't need (along with Georgia-Pacific), but that we have to buy (because we don't know how not to) so their weapons division is properly funded to build attack vehicles the US government can buy and then resale to some foreign customers looking to kill people. That's it in a broken nutshell. It's just the kind of thing a transcendentalist would despise.
Bob was a manager there in the timber division, a job he would really love because he grew up like I did, out in the woods. But Bob was in the division in charge of cutting down all the hardwoods and re-planting with slash pine, a tree good for nothing except becoming pulp and for housing nesting squirrels. Chemical cellulose cash flow creates necessary funding for their weapons division, and that's more important than the animals and their homes. Rayonier's biggest customer is the Pentagon and their rationale leaves no room for nesting squirrels. When the hardwoods fell on 854,000 prime acres in Georgia, the birds and animals were displaced, and mostly all that is left in abundance is the adaptable squirrels, who build their nests in the slash pines.
"There are two many squirrels already," said the pediatrician who lived across the street from me, when he saw the three baby squirrels I was raising. Their nest fell, with them in it, out of a pine tree when the pulp mill loggers harvested the slash pine (even though it was baby squirrel season and everyone knew it). "Why not just let them die?" he said to me. I nearly fell off the sofa in the living room at that question, but I was holding a baby squirrel in my hand and didn't want to drop it. I stayed composed long enough to remark that I might say the same thing to a pediatrician about people and be more right than he was. That set him spinning and after that, he didn't invite me to dinner in his home anymore.
But really, I think this dichotomy in life - money versus environment - causes a drinking problem in the community of Jesup, Ga., and maybe everywhere else in the world, because everyone in Jesup is a transcendentalist of some kind, by nature and by nurture. However, the best place to make a living is at the pulp mill, where there is a union offering high wages. The whole town lives off that mill. The transcendentalists work at the pulp mill or benefit from the cash flow. They cut down the environment and earn their wages, then in the evenings they buy alcohol and go home to drink. Many of them do, but not all of them, of course. Still others are just depressed. Or either they have cancer. Jesup is noted as one of the cancer capitals of the world. No one can figure out why.
I grew up on this pristine river that the pulp mill now spills its poison into. It's a brown river called Altamaha by the Creek Indians. Altamaha probably means mucky water or something like that. It's not a pretty river, in the Colorado sense, but that's because it's a River Primeval. According to legend, the Spaniard Ponce de Leon and the Englishman Oglethorpe both saw this river. Some local legend says Oglethorpe stood and peed off a cliff that became known as Oglethorpe's Bluff (pun intended, I think.) Another legend has to do with the Spaniard and his local descendents he made with the Creek Indians. They live along the river in a community, out in the wilderness of the swamp, and supposedly can't add 2 and 2 and get 4 because they're all inbred. I have met some people like that but I'm not sure there's really a whole community of them somewhere out in the woods. I was always fascinated by that legend and by some of the people I met while living there who seemed to confirm it. I wrote a book about it, my first book, unpublished and entitled "Toad Saga."
The place has several legends that would seem to be more about the imagination of the people than about reality. One legend is the ghost light, another is the ghost at the Chief Tomachichi Motel on 301 south, and then there's the legend of the gorilla that sits on a log on Bald's Island, reading a newspaper and sipping gin. Bald 's Island is a dense jungle island off the river a bit and back into the swamps. I don't believe that legend, mainly because I actually went out there to see if I could find the gorilla and didn't find it. I took my bass boat out fishing and just decided to go over there and see if I could find any evidence of a gorilla. I tied up at the bank under a willow tree and got out and walked around the island looking for gorilla tracks. That was the day the four-foot long poisonous snake, a Water Moccasin, fell off the tree branch into my boat and almost directly on top of me. I am proud to say I did not jump out of the boat or turn the boat over. I did rock the boat violently when I beat the snake to death with the boat paddle. I also did a good bit of screaming that was likely unsettling for the wildlife on the island.
Ah, those were the good ole' days of River Primeval. If I had to do it over again, I think I would try to let that snake get out of my boat, but at the time I was just too emotionally upset to do anything but freak out. I don't want to sugar coat it because that's not the only snake that didn't escape my fear and wrath, although mostly my argument was with spiders. I've always liked snakes because they eat spiders. I wrote a poem about spiders, which I include here for your spider education. You don't have to read it if you don't want to. You can just skip over it to the next poem, which you also don't have to read. Do your best to muddle through these poems. They will give you a clearer idea of what kind of person is writing this material about channeling watery beings of light from under the earth. You might want to theorize, after you've read these poems, that my early life in the swamp, of which I am so proud, was actually what unsettled me into the person who thinks she's in communication with people from a lost continent. Anyway, here are the poems. When I was child in the swamp where I lived Some of the spiders were pitch black with long angular If you went into the switch house where the fuse box was Because there were so many of them just hanging there alive Up high in the corners live brown ones the size of mice
If you went into the boathouse it was better to fear That is a yellow and black striped monster with long straight legs If you happen to turn over a log looking for red wigglers Everyone knows about the black widow and how Then there's the two huge black river spiders And I have tried to learn to love them because I hate to kill them how in the world they can make a living in my bedroom since they have done absolutely nothing to me and manage to live upside down until they get back which is a horrible poison and delivers a death worse than death, And stagger out of the holes they did into the light but to forgive, and I've gone and murdered them for really no reason Then I realize, 'Oh, they're teaching me what Fate is.
THE GORILLA ON BALD'S ISLAND
I HATE SPIDERS BUT I HATE TO KILL THEM WORSE
there was one spider for every leaf it seemed.
Some of them were so tiny you could hardly see them.
Others were so big that to gaze upon them made you almost fall down
but instead you made a 180 and limped away as fast as possible
like the scared scarecrow in the Wizard of Oz.
spikey legs that spread over a square inch.
Others were fat and brown and very hairy like Tarantulas almost
except they were more sinister and they didn't have
any attractive markings like movie star spiders do
and they weren't furry and kind of cute like Tarantulas.
it was better to be wearing a moon suit like astronauts do.
That's if you wanted to make sure some of them didn't just happen
to drop off the ceiling onto your head or arms
causing you to shit a brick, pardon my French.
and crawling, half-dead, half-eaten (they eat each other)
and dead just ready to drop on you if the breeze
from the switch house door blows too strong.
that resemble the alien monster in the movies, you know,
with that crusty exoskeleton and serrated edges
that passes for skin in the insect world.
the water moccasins lying on the planks that slid into the water
just as you walk through the boat house door to float the boat out.
And hopefully you didn't walk into a big spider web across the walkway
and come mouth to mouth with a huge banana spider.
two at a time, four pointing north and four point south
because this spider, if he gets on you, doesn't jump off.
No, he runs down the front of your shirt inside it or outside it
whichever until he gets to the ground. Not a nice spider.
(the better to fish with) and you put your hand
on the fat, furry brown recluse spider about the size of a quarter
and if he bites you, now you're really going to be sick
and you might die or just wish you would.
the gas and water meter-reader people fear them though
they're small and very black with an orange dot
right on the underside of their abdomens
and that's how you know it's them.
like in the switch house I told you about
living in the rafters in my bedroom. I call them my guardians,
a noble and useless attempt to accept them as belonging up there.
since I discovered how terrified of me they are
so much more so than I of them, believe it or not.
So for weeks I have tried to learn to love them and understand them
and to hope that they flourish. And I wonder
where there are to my knowledge no bugs?
And still they want to stay here. I know this because
I got the vacuum after them and I was feeling
very wicked doing this and somewhat guilty
but hang upside down on the ceiling, how I don't know
except that I saw in National Geographic
that they have little hooks on their legs
and they hook these hooks into the ceiling fabric
to their hole homes where everything is
safe, dark, snuggy, cushioned with moths and right side up.
But the vacuum cleaner did not deal out the death
as reluctantly planned so I was forced to resort to Rid-A-Bug
a torturous end to a short but honest life of scrounging for bugs.
Nothing shameful about that, nothing not worthwhile about that
since there are surely too many bugs to go around.
But deliver the terrible death I did.
which they would never do unless they'd lost their minds
and are dying. And they fell off the ceiling onto the carpet
and I sucked them up in the vacuum cleaner these poor
harmless horrible creatures which I try so hard not to fear
except that they were awful to look at and worried me up there.
And I sure do feel bad about it but then I'm trying to think
that they must have suspected all along just how deadly I might be
and they could have got the hell out of there sooner
before the terrible resolution overtook me to dispatch them to eternity.
Fate is someone else deciding your life for you.
Destiny is you changing the whole world to change your life.
But then I think, 'Who am I, God or somebody to be so concerned
about dead spiders? Are the spiders God, too? Did I just kill
some part of God? Oh, my God! It's too hard to think about.
Here is a poem I wrote about the river several years ago, remembering the way it used to be when it was still a pristine wilderness before the pulp mill got it. The poem represents what I got out of spending the first half of my life on that river. The poem is a river pill like liver pill - you swallow it and get a concentrated dose of what it's like to be a south Georgia swamp-raised, river-rat transcendentalist.
Flow me now, deep river, to a paradise I know, Where dawn's dreamy light, sweet cool sunbeams make, Bristly boars root and snort in palmetto bush near. Bright and bold sings the sun its fiery orange tune. On far slippery shores of this light and dark river, Scorpions, spiders, snakes, here deserve our forgiving. Early evening 'bout dusk in fishes graveyards, Down under the water, buttery catfish play. Who Who! Night owl calls, sweet honeysuckle dreams, Lie back on cool grass, see that shooting star above?
Long, cool, summer water, take me easy and slow.
Never swift and shallow, rushing sudden downstream,
Just sleepy and drifting, like this place in my dream.
Yellow, gold, brilliant white, in green pine tree brake.
Tiny sparrows, finches flitter, they circle away, fly.
Quails rustle dry brush, black crows callous cry.
Look! Into the river leap three white-tail deer.
Armadillos scurry by, squirrels scamper up trees.
Possums, rabbits, raccoons, spanish moss, and oak leaves.
When day sunshines hot, hawks soar at high noon.
Woodpeckers tap rat-a-tat on distant hollow trees,
Bluejays and redbirds chase dragonflies and bees.
Snakes nap sunning and then away slither.
Willow tree branches are dripping green snakes.
They wriggle then drop on an otter's furry face.
They're honest and brave, just trying to make a living.
Mosquitoes, gnats, chiggers have over us some power,
Yet measure their lives by the minute and the hour.
Lay crunchy white bones of dead alligator gars.
Swollen river rolls by, water gargles and gurgles.
Bobble half-swallowed logs toting green turtles.
Blue cats swirling sand in the bottom channels stay.
River up, redbreast swims into an old cypress knee.
River down, fish is trapped in the stump of a tree.
Blackberry bush thickets and far away panther screams.
Two yellow moons, they both ripple and shimmer,
Firefly night sky lights a black river mirror.
Love gave us all these, we were born just to love.
We're made of inside of what we do in life first,
And our birth foretells our death foretells our birth.
I grew up fishing, swimming, camping, boating, skiing, hiking and cooking out on either the swamp or the river. I had so many remarkable experiences in that place at that time that I am forever grateful for that entire passage of my life. Being there and doing that was everything to me. I loved it. My life would really have been idyllic if my parents had gotten along better and my mother had not been a problem drinker and my father a rage-aholic. Other than that, they were magnificent parents. My family is pretty dysfunctional, even today, with one of my two brothers still mad at me. He won't return my phone calls or invite me to his home, and I can't remember why, anymore. Some of us are healing, others are holding onto the old patterns. So what else is new, right? When I wasn't out being athletic, I was at home reading. I read a lot. I read so much, I just kept reading and kept going to college to read until I got a Master's of Science for Teachers in English Education. I thought about keeping going to college after that but I was getting inner guidance not to. I was now Claire Grace Watson, B.A., M.S.T. I thought that name was long enough.
When I was in high school I took Home Economics, which is what all the girls did because our best future was to be good wives and mothers. Well, maybe so but not for me. I was the only person, said Mrs. Hires, my teacher, who she had ever felt like failing because of all the mistakes I made in cooking and sewing. She said I did the worse thing she has ever seen anybody do - manually wind thread around a sewing machine bobbin. I guess she never lived in Big City. I've seen lots worse than that. But at the time I was so wounded by her words, I wondered what made me be such a failure in the domestic arts. I knew then I would never make a good servant. I realized that lacking the necessary wifery skills I would have to find my own path in life. But little did my sewing teacher know that other kinds of sewing lessons are available for those who stay on the path and find them.
A dream you dream alone is only a dream. A dream you dream together is reality. (John Lennon quoting Yoko Ono)
It happened in the dreamtime. I can't resist telling about it, as long as I'm indulging myself this way, and you're still reading. It happened in Asheville, NC, at my friend Marnie's house. I like her house. It's a small Victorian frame house on hilly land that God/dess sprinkled with milky quartz. Marnie decorates her front lawn with larger pieces she has collected over the years. She also finds arrowheads on her property. She thinks her property is a magnetic interdimensional portal, and she practices rituals to strengthen it. Just how strong a portal it is we soon find out.
I spent the night there and slept on the pallet in the front room. She slept in her bedroom, about 25 feet away. As dawn came, I awakened in the midst of my dream to find myself sitting cross-legged on Marnie's bedroom floor at the foot of her bed. I seemed to be about three feet away from the end of her bed and facing her. In dream body, she was sitting up in bed, also in the Lotus position and mirroring me. Between us and to my left sat two men from India, one of them an old man with long, flowing white hair; the other, to his left and closer to me, a young man with straight, shoulder length black hair. They were sitting side-by-side and both in yoga Lotus position. We were all levitating.
The young man was talking with the old man and was holding up a translucent object shaped like a football. He was sewing it together at the seams on top. They sat talking together, and the old man with white hair was pointing to the object and telling him how to sew it. The young man looked away from the old man for a moment and looked into my eyes. He said to me, "Suture." I responded classically with, "What?" He turned to speak again with the old man, who pointed to the football-thing and said something about it. I looked at Marnie as she gazed at me, and BING I awoke. I sat up on my pallet in the living room and called out, "Marnie!" just as she called out, "Claire!" I ran into her bedroom. "Did you see them?" I asked. "Yes!" she said. "Who were they?" we both asked. We didn't know who they were and I told her he said to me, "Suture." She said, right, Yoga Sutra, the suture yoga. Even tho we didn't know those Teachers by name we felt we got the lesson of that sewing class really well. We understood that we sewed ourselves together with those guys, joined our dimensions and consciousness together.
Since that time I have attended more of their dream classes. And, I've learned their identities...the Hindu Yogis are Old Man Babaji and Babaji, and if you want to know more about them, type Babaji into the search engines. They are long since passed from this earth but are living still, AND teaching sewing classes to those who find the portal into their classroom. In the New Age community, they are well-known to do this group consciousness project of theirs.
The great Babaji, a group consciousness, you realize. My dreamwork began with him/them, but I always called him Bobby. Well, I thought that's what he told me his name was, but now I realize my dream ears didn't hear him right when he said his name was Baba. He might have even said Babaji and I turned that in Bobby. He was my guide into Mexico and the Mayan world and a main character in my book, Heavenly Partners. You can read about him there. Oh and btw, Mrs. Hires, I'll take an A+ for sewing dimensions together. Bridging the worlds is something I'm really good at.
Atlanteans share the same space with us but they are not in our visible light spectrum although we are in theirs. Because we can't see them we have no awareness or interaction with them, except when they reveal themselves at their descretion through manipulation of subatomic particle fields. Although they can see us they don't physically interact with us, unless they choose to, because our subatomic particle fields are different densities. Usually, we walk straight through each other.
To be capable of being inspired means that a human mind
has reached a stage in his evolution where he is consciously and positively under the
control of his own higher self, the God within. That inner ruler, the real self, can, by
definite contact, control his physical brain, and enable the man to make decisions, and to
understand the truth, apart from the reasoning faculty altogether; this inner God
can enable the man to speak, to write, and to pass on the truth without the use of the
lower mind. Truth lies within ourselves. When we can contact our own inner God all truth
will be revealed to us. (The Consciousness of the Atom, The Evolution of Consciousness, Alice Bailey, 1922)
BEINGS OF LIGHT
Part 2 - INTERVIEW WITH THE ATLANTEANS
Claire Grace Watson
When I first began the inner voice communications, if I tried to speak what I heard I interrupted my hearing of it, so it was essential that I type rather than speak. Rene and I commented this method of communication is known historically as automatic writing. In our first session, we sat at my computer and talked as I typed the following material. When I read this now, I can hardly believe Rene's audacity. Every other channeler has a nice, cooperative interviewer but not me. I have Rene, who challenges the Atlanteans to define themselves and to explain their civilization.
Atlanteans/Claire: Hello, Rene.
Rene: Hello.
Atlanteans/Claire: Do you have anything you would like to ask us?
Rene: Yes, I do. Who are you?
Atlanteans/Claire: We are the Atlanteans.
Rene: I also heard the Atlanteans were a technological race of beings who destroyed their own
civilization by misuse of their technology. Is this true?
Atlanteans/Claire: This is fiction, of course. Atlanteans were never of the order of beings that would
create that kind of havoc and mistrust among other beings in the universe. There are many
things said about Atlantis but most of them are untrue. We have been here since the beginning of
time and we will be here at the end of time.
Rene: Did Plato begin the stories of Atlantis or are the stories older than that?
Atlanteans/Claire: No, Plato did not originate the stories of Atlantis. During his day stories circulated about Atlantis, but only popular stories lacking any real depth of knowledge. For example, the common people in Greece spoke of Atlantis as though it were a child's garden under the sea. They said, "Some of the people built some palaces from out of seaside shells and salt."
These stories, even the childish ones, are as old as the first beings on this planet. We are both mythological and real, so therefore stories of us would abound throughout the planet's history. We have always appeared when we felt the call to intervene in the affairs of the planet for reasons that would be beneficial to the planet. Therefore, the stories of Atlantis are very old indeed. Plato
was continuing with a tradition in the sense that he was perpetuating the stories that he had heard. My name, by the way, is Sir John Warren. I am an Atlantean.
Rene: I would like you to tell me more about yourself later, but for now let's go back to the stories of Atlantis. According to much of what I have read, Atlantis was destroyed by its own power and ambition. Are you saying this is not so?
Atlanteans/Claire: The Atlantis you are referring to never did exist. There never was a place on this planet where people once lived and then reincarnated as long lost Atlanteans, as these stories imply. However, the Atlantis that does exist produces people who reside on the face of the planet as reincarnated beings of Atlanteans, who are themselves from distant galaxies and distant solar systems, such as the E-joe-sa.
The E-joe-sa...are very capable in terms of thinking their way to any location: they simply think themselves there, and there they are. This is how they travel to this planet each year during middle to late Spring Equinox. (E-joe-sa Ritual of the Portal)
But these stories of Atlantis are true to the extent that the people who tell them are having some kind of memories of past lives wherein they were involved in other technologies of which they can only recall just so much.
with Rene Mueller, spiritweb.org
In May of 1997 Rene left Zurich and toured the US, stopping for three days at my home in
southeast Georgia. He came the same week I began to hear clearly the inner voice for the first time, and with my typing speed of
100 wpm I could record everything I heard. Today, there is no time separating the hearing of the inner voice and my speaking it. My guides and I are truly sutured together, and we carry within us actualized multidimensionality. Some people call it self-realization. (In my case, literally, the inner Self has been made real in the outer environment by method of externalization via projection, a rare event and function of the chakra system.)
Rene: Where is Atlantis?
Atlanteans/Claire: Atlantis is at the bottom of the Pacific ocean, near the Pacific rim near Asia, on the same side of the ocean as Japan in the China sea.
Rene: Where is that?
Atlanteans/Claire: At the bottom of the South China Sea.
Rene: What kind of being are you?
Atlanteans/Claire: We are Reptiles.
Rene
Atlanteans/Claire: We live under the ocean beneath the planetary crust, but we are not reptiles in the sense of lizards or amphibians. We are Reptiles in the sense of beingness. We are focused more on becoming than on being, and so therefore we are presenting ourselves as beings with the possibility of changing or altering our shapes. By this we mean we are always in the process of becoming and we are always in the position of being able to change suddenly with our circumstances. And this is the purpose of being Reptilian because only a reptile can remain in an essentially loose position for the purpose of responding very suddenly to stimuli. For this reason we choose the reptilian form because it allows for the most alteration of shape when the need or challenge arises. We are therefore not afraid of saying we are Reptiles because we have found a way to become what we wish to become in the shortest space of time possible, and that way is reptilian.
Rene: Your answer seems to make the most sense to me, and I have had visions of you. You are Reptiles but you are not Dracos?
Atlanteans/Claire: This conversation is about something other than Dracos and Reptiles. What we are talking about is this. We are discussing the reasons for existence and the origin of creation. When we begin to discuss things in terms of Dracos and Reptiles we are more often than not talking in terminologies that require only a small amount of comprehension on the part of the listener. But when we are discussing these terminologies in reference to creation and the purpose of existence, we are meaning something completely different. We are talking about the qualities that make us who we are, and we are discussing the variations of beings that exist in the universe in terms of their qualities. For example, we say that Dracos are evil, but we do not mean a specific being, we mean a particular terrestrial quality. We might be in reference to a person's greed or we might be in reference to a person's desire for comfort and wealth at the expense of others or we may mean a person's goals in life that are not up to a specific standard set by a higher order. When we speak of Dracos we are not talking about some kind of being that exists out in the universe in the sense that they are coming after us. We are only saying, that being is within us - seeded within us by divine law - and we must become a person capable of rising above that part of ourselves. When we do not rise above it, we become it.
Rene: You say the Atlantis we have heard the most about is not descriptive of the real Atlantis.
But I think maybe there is some truth in the old legends.
Atlanteans/Claire: Well, this is just not true, Rene. Atlantis is the place of dreams and imaginings as well as a real physical place, and it is within the realm of dreams and imaginings that these stories arise. You would agree that this is possible, right?
Rene: Maybe.
Atlanteans/Claire: Atlantis is this, but it is more than this. Atlantis is more than a place of dreams and imaginings. It is a real place filled with real people and full of lightwork. There is a place in Atlantis called The Moonlight, where all the people go to study and learn about the most obscure things that we know of. These things involve matters regarding how the planets work together, how the world is fashioned, how the rocks and trees can think and how the world is born.
Rene: What are you doing here (on the planet)?
Atlanteans/Claire: The reason we are here, and continue to come here, is very simple. We like it here. How about that? We like the environmental and atmospheric qualities of the planet. Think about it. Don't you like this, too?
Rene: Why do you live under the ocean and under the planet's crust?
Atlanteans/Claire: We live down here because we are designed to live in water. We're reptiles, remember? Just kidding. We live here all the time and we travel astrally to all parts of the universe. We are very diverse in our make up and we come from all parts of the universe as well. We are the Atlanteans for Peace, Love and Understanding.
Rene: If you are here in the room, why don't you appear here so we can see you?
Atlanteans/Claire: The reason we do not appear physically is because we cannot. We are not that kind of being, for starters. Secondly, even if we could appear physically, what makes you think that we would desire to do so? For the moment imagine this. We are both together in the room, and I can see you but you can't see me. What then? One of us has to alter the circumstances of existence to alter the reality of our situation. Also, keep this in mind. If we were to appear, what would your reaction be? We have always to consider that, for we are bound by the same clauses of existence as you are, namely we cannot violate each others' space even if we know how.
Rene: How do I know you are who you say you are if I can't see you?
Atlanteans/Claire: We will just have to trust us for a time. We are the Atlanteans, the rulers of time and space in our quadrant of the universe. We are slowly evolving and we want to assist in your evolution if you will allow us. Thus, we will gain from you your beliefs and systems, and you will gain from us our beliefs and systems. We seek an exchange of motherly love. That is why we are here, why we have always been here. We love you. It's that simple. We hope you love us. You would if you only knew us. But we hope to remedy this.
Rene: I have a question for you. As sentient beings, do we live in the inner world or in the outer world, and what is the difference in the two if there is a difference?
Atlanteans/Claire: The answer is, both and neither. This is an interesting dilemma to be in because the outer world reality and the inner world reality are one and the same. However, we don't perceive them that way because we are designed in such a way as to prevent that kind of perception. It has to be this way because of the structure of creation and the purpose of existence. If you believe, for example, that the inner world and the outer world are not the same, then the position you put yourself in is this. You will now have to always decide which of these worlds you wish to reside in, the inner or the outer. A way to resolve it is this: decide first of all which world you think you live in and then make a determination to search in the other world for more meaning. The result of this will be that you will discover hidden truths about yourself that will help you to converge the two worlds into one. By the way, my name is Solon Centurion. I am an Atlantean.
"The kingdom is inside of you, and it is outside of you." 
In Atlantis there are many people who write and teach, who see very far distances, and who speak in various languages. Many of these people are not of Atlantis but are come from many different places and times. They are foreign to our ideas regarding certain physical concepts and they talk of things of which we know very little. They speak for us and about us, but they are not us. Atlantis is much diverse.
Rene: I understand what you are saying but what I believe is simply that we, as human beings, live in both worlds. I have another question. When Claire and I were walking today, the tips of our fingers touched and generated a spark. What is your explanation of this?
Atlanteans/Claire: The electrical spark you experienced has to do with the level of vibration you are both carrying. It means that you are powering into yourselves high electromagnetic ranges that are working to elevate you to higher levels of consciousness. It is no small thing, indeed.
Rene: How important is this conversation we are having now?
Atlanteans/Claire: This conversation is important for various reasons. For one thing, the conversation itself impacts the vibratory level of consciousness on this planet. This is true because the people who are having the conversation already hold within them high levels of frequencies, and so therefore their thoughts and actions make a difference. Also, the conversation is important because it builds bridges between people who are significant in the planetary powers regarding leading people toward higher levels of being. For that reason alone, the conversation is worth having.
Rene: I have another question. Why can't we just leave the planet if we want to? Many people would leave right away if they could. So many people seem to indicate that preference. If we can imagine a place to go, and our minds go there, why can't we just go there?
Atlanteans/Claire: The earth plane is designed in such a way as to provide you with an environment for the development of your beingness. However, this plane is not the only one, as you know, and for that reason you are sequestered so that you will not be able to fully leave this plane and depart for another. That action would place you in a position of losing track of yourself and your purpose for being here. You might, however, go visit those other realities and see what they're all about, but you are not in a position to be able to go there on any kind of permanent basis and nor should you be. You have a specific purpose for being here that has to do with the development of yourself and who you are hoping to become. (Sir John Warren)
Claire: I have a question. Who is God?
Atlanteans/Claire: God is a being who exists potentially but not physically or really, but only potentially and only completely as an abstract being. God is a potential for existence, a meaning of existence, a being who exists to bring about the possibility of existence for all the universe. Without this being, God, existing this way in potentia, then everything would be concrete and set, everything would be without flow, everything would be stuck in a form that never changes. But when God exists potentially then everything else is given the freedom to come into beingness of its own volition and then become its own reality, one that can change and become some other kind of reality, all because God has the willingness to exist only as potential.
God exists both mentally and emotionally, as well as spiritually and physically, in a strange kind of way which is really hard to explain. God is indeed more than a concept. God is in fact a being, a real, existing being who holds within God all the potential that we can manifest within ourselves as emotions, beliefs, concepts, ideologies, philosophies and all the things that make up our beingness, all the things that make us sentient, conscious beings. But God also has the quality of not having any of these things at all, so that God really kind of blinks on and off. First God is, then
God isn't, God is, God isn't, and this gives God the ability to exist potentially. Only God can exist this way because only God can survive nonexistence and then return to exist, over and over
again. Only God can do this, which is why God is God. God is a manner of being who can both exist and non-exist, all at the same time. It's really quite fascinating, don't you think?
Rene: My next question, what is the Great White Brotherhood?
Atlanteans/Claire: The Great White Brotherhood is an androgynous organization operative at another level of existence, in the sense that it is not physical at all but completely spiritual in essence. They are angelic as well because they are forming paradigms at higher levels of existence and then implementing them at those levels. We, on the other hand, are physical beings who are attached to this planet as guardians of it. Many people think of us as the elementals, but we are not the elementals, we are the Atlanteans of myth and legend and we do live on this planet. But we are able to perform extensive types of astral travel and we are always out of body when we are corresponding this way. We are also at the bottom of the China Sea right at this moment. What do you think about that????
Rene: Wow. What is your purpose for being here now?
Atlanteans/Claire: We are attempting to establish some new paradigms on this planet and we are working towards that possibility. We hope to affect in some way the flow of energy to the point that we can become more instrumental in determining new paradigms regarding sequential events, in terms of bringing about certain results regarding ascension, for one thing, and periods of enlightenment via internet activities. So far, we have been successful in the sense that we have been able to raise the vibrations of the planet to bring onto this planet the guide Serapis Bey, which required a certain frequency of vibration to be in effect before the guide could appear. (In gamer lingo, we "spawned" him :)
Rene: Why is Serapis Bey important?
Atlanteans/Claire: Serapis Bey is the being who will assist us in the next Ritual of the Portal for Planetary
Ascension, in which we will contact the E-joe-sa. This will be very enlightening because we will be able to learn a great deal about nebulae and quasars and then spread this information
about so that more people can have access to it. Do you see what we are getting at? We are trying to bring about the ascension of the planet in such a way as to be measurable and determinative
by any standards we know of and not just subjective opinion but reality.
(This ritual is not included on the website because at the time of the ritual, I was not able to hold the required vibrations. The ritual was completed but the energy was very strange, caused in part by an Indian shaman spirit that interposed itself into the ritual with the intent of using it to release from the astral plane. This inspired me to organize a spirit releasement activity with the intent of releasing such spirits from the astral plane.)
Rene: Is Serapis Bey a member of the Great White Brotherhood?
Atlanteans/Claire: Serapis Bey is a member of the Great White Brotherhood, yes. But Serapis Bey is also a being who functions at a level higher than that even, because Bey, as we call him, is pure light, indigo light, and thus is able to travel interdimensionally in ways we cannot and in fact in ways most beings cannot. Bey is extremely potential in nature, really more a possibility than a reality, but a being who can be called into existence for such purpose as only Bey can achieve. Bey is nearly God but not quite. Bey is the Son of God when God is operating in the give-and-take arena of creation, wherein God is active as well, more than just potential. It is not easy to explain this concept of God, but over a period of time we are hoping to introduce this idea of God into the Earth's reality basin, that level of reality from which springs all concepts and philosophies.
Rene: Is Bey an archangel, then?
Atlanteans/Claire: Bey is more than an archangel. Bey is God in potential realized, in the sense of God trying to achieve something or bring about something after having been called into being. (So in other words, in gamer words, God is "coded" into the "software" as possibility and can be "spawned" into your life when you accomplish the correct "level" of being. So, you would need to "level up." Once God is "spawned," the being becomes a stepped-down version of itself in order to serve you as your "follower" and will "walk with you and talk with you.")
Rene: If I look inside myself, will I see Serapis Bey?
Atlanteans/Claire: This is powerful insight on your part, it's true. Very powerful indeed. But when a human being looks inward and sees themselves for what they are, they do not necessarily become that thing they see. They have the opportunity at that moment in time to make another decision, and the decision they make forms their destiny for all time or until they take another look inward and see another thing. This is God's miracle of creation, it never ends and you can always recreate yourself at any point in time but you can never stop being who you were, in the sense that you must always remain that core person who began the journey. You can always return to source, but along the way you can make all the alterations you wish to make as long as you
understand what you are doing and why.
Rene: Is the meaning of life the successful, conscious return to source?
Atlanteans/Claire: The meaning of life is a deep one. The focus of life is a bit easier to define. This is the focus of life, is it not, to be able to take responsibility for our actions and our belief systems? This is groundedness of beingness, because if we are not involved in take-responsibility then we are not involved in beingness and the willingness to arrive at conclusions, to take action upon the conclusions arrived at, and then to accept the responsibility for our actions. This is life at its most highly developed form because only sentient beings can perform in this way and therefore only sentient beings can be held responsible for their actions. (Solon Centurion)
Rene: You change identities back and forth. Are you really who you say you are?
Atlanteans/Claire: We are indeed the persons referenced. However, we are not now at this time those persons because those persons existed in another space-time dimension. But we have a permanent connection to those selves who we were at that period of time, and those selves whom we have become in the future period of space-time. We are not in a position to reveal our true identities in terms of Reptilian names, for reasons we will eventually explain to you except to say they are reasons regarding security.
Rene: I've noticed you respond to my questions often before I have asked them. Are you reading my mind?
Atlanteans/Claire: Yes, we are reading your mind. (Sir John Warren)
Rene: Is this a form of channeling? Are you channeling me?
Atlanteans/Claire: We are channeling you to a certain extent because we are making an effort to connect with you on a level that is familiar to you. That is why we are using your own terminology to define your questions to us.
Rene: But you are not communicating with me directly, are you? You are using Claire to connect with me, correct?
Atlanteans/Claire: This is correct. We are coming through her and she is going towards you and taking us with her. This means we are able to connect with you because of her connection with you, but conversely we are not able to reside in you because you are a man. This does not mean you can't channel other beings, it just means it will take a while longer, if that is what you are trying to do, because you have to make an extra space within you to pull this off.
Rene: What does this mean? It seems to me more women channel than men. Why is this, because women are more like Gaia?
Atlanteans/Claire: This is true about more women acting as channels, but not for the reasons you might think. For one thing, the female body is more able to intake certain forms of energy than is the male body. The reason for this is simple. The female body is designed as receptor oriented and the male body is projectile oriented. This means that the female body is in the taking format and the male body is in the giving format. This sounds silly, I know, but this is the case, as strange as it seems. The female body is so designed to accommodate additional beings in the same space and the male body is designed for other purposes having to do with procreation. Such is life. (Solon Centurion)
Atlanteans/Claire: We are Claire's followers, not her guides. Claire is Sananda.
Rene: What do you mean, Claire is Sananda?
Atlanteans/Claire: What we mean is this. We can form new realities, in the sense of alternative ways of being. We can also form alternative ways of being in the form of new realities. We are asking you to believe that the formation of a new reality also implies the formation of a new way of being. While you are thinking about this, let us ask you a question. What do you think would be the result of forming a new group for the purpose of discussing alternative realities and ways of being?
Rene: How do you mean?
Atlanteans/Claire: Rene, we want to tell you that we are not trying in any way to influence you in what you are doing but we would like to show you some possibilities. May we advise you a bit on your wonderful website? What we want to tell you is this. There is no reason whatsoever for you to continue to request your guides to control the content of Spiritweb. First of all, nothing on Spiritweb is of the nature of such material as needs to be controlled. Therefore, whenever you request your guides to appear, why don't you ask them to allow you to begin a new forum of discussion, one in which you are allowing certain members to participate under the agreement that they will not in any way interfere with the material that is being presented but only respond in kind.
In other words, require the members of the new forum to respect the material that is being presented and then to make their contributions based upon the material as it is presented and not as they would prefer it to be presented. This would allow the presenters to express themselves in such a way as to be protected from any kind of harassment and it would also allow the participants
to express themselves based upon a specific paradigm that is contained in the material presented. If you would do this you would probably discover that many of the people involved would be better prepared to begin their discussions and would not be free to allow their own emotional input into the discussion. This would also allow the presenter to prepare in such a way
as to be prepared for a high level of response.
Rene: Is there something the matter with emotional input?
Atlanteans/Claire: Not in the least but for discussion's sake it might be best to leave it behind for awhile. Now, what do you think about the internet as a medium for changing the reality of consciousness on the planet?
Rene: What do I think about it? That is exactly what is happening. Let's go back to when you said, "Claire is Sananda." What did you mean by that? I met a woman once who told me she was Sananda, and I knew she was telling me the truth. Who was she?
Atlanteans/Claire: Maria Sananda is the person you met. She is also an aspect of Sananda but she is being followed by another kind of being that is not Atlantean. She is being followed by Greys, as you say. She is Sananda when Sananda's aspects are those of extraterrestrial-being divine, rather than earth beings. Claire's is earth-being divine, a form of Sananda that is completely divine but agreeing to become human, like Jesus did.
We are awakening her to her divinity, we are not guiding her. She has within herself the knowledge of what to do and how. We are only assisting her to achieve her potential, and as her
followers this is really our purpose, to assist her to achieve her divinity. In return, she will assist us to achieve ours, because we too are divine beings trying to achieve our divinity. And this becomes
a discussion of why you are here and why we are here and why we are on this planet doing this life. Claire has a path that is well defined, and even when she is not aware of her own activities, she is still fulfilling them, as you have seen. Right, Claire?
Claire: Right.
Rene: How many Sananda's are there?
Atlanteans/Claire: We follow Sananda into all existences, and to answer your question about how many Sanandas exist right now, quite a few. There are many aspects of Sananda in existence right now. Claire is Sananda as we know him in his feminine aspect, and for this reason we refer to her as Sananda. Sananda is a being who is not entirely divine but is also not entirely human. Sananda is a form of being who cannot die but who can incarnate over and over as often as s/he likes and keep putting herself back into the position she was in before, but at another level of existence with another set of circumstances and challenges. Sananda is our guide and so therefore we are not Claire's guides, she is our guide.
Rene: I am very interested in this. Many people believe Sananda and Jesus are the same being.
Beings incarnate to fulfill aspirations they have, and through their human counterparts - their incarnate parts - they are able to fulfill these aspirations. However, it sometimes happens that, as that human being, they were not able to rise to their destiny, their realization of their divinity and their purpose for being human. In this case the human is not continued but is discarded. Sorry. But that is the way that it is.
Rene: This seems harsh to me.
Atlanteans/Claire: Physical death is only an illusion. When we say that the person is discarded, this is what we mean. The person is no longer serving that purpose within that specific body and is no longer carrying those memories of that self. So really, the memories are discarded, not the person. But the effect is the same. So, to say a person is discarded is to say that person no longer contains those memories gathered during that lifetime and that person has gained from that lifetime whatever they were to gain, or maybe not, but the memories are not usable and storable. So without the memories, that individual seems no longer to exist, from the point of view of the person who lost the memories and then lost the sense of that self.
The aspects make contributions but when their contributions are over then they no longer exist as that aspect. They become other aspects, perhaps, but they have no memory of the failure that they were, in the sense that they didn't fully realize their divinity within that lifetime's context. If they were not able to discard that life, then they would carry a negative charge and what would be
the point of this? The idea is to create positively charged aspects who become human and then gain the negative charge in a positive way, and this goes deeply into electromagnetics and human potential, and that is another field of discussion entirely.
The higher being always knows of the lifetimes of the aspects. The higher being records within the self those points of existence that were valuable and educational, or however you would like to qualify them, but the higher being continues to decide how to incarnate and why to incarnate. Once you achieve this status of being, as has Jesus and others, then the loss of the memories of
the aspects is not a serious, significant thing from your point of view, because you have gained from it what you needed or wanted to gain from it. So, when Sananda sends himself into beingness in a multidimensional way, so he can sit there and be Rene and be Claire and have a conversation with himself, so that when the fingertip of Sananda-as-Rene-as-Sananda touched the fingertip of Sananda-as-Claire-as-Sananda, when the fingertips touched, sparks flew between the two, like God touching Adam. Now, Sananda sits discussing with Sananda this entire conversation. It is a power unto itself and carries an electromagnetic charge.
Atlanteans/Claire: Sananda, when he was Jesus, ascended and became a life worth keeping. By this we mean, that being who was Jesus led such an exemplary life that he became his own source self. He is empowered to incarnate whenever and however he likes. There are many incarnations of Jesus, but Jesus is not the same as Sananda. Jesus is like a branch of Sananda that took root and became permanent in his own right and is now divine and incarnating. This is learning the Tree of Life.
Rene
Atlanteans/Claire: Rene, you are an aspect of a higher being we know as Sananda. You are taking root. You will be continued and you will become divine in the sense that you are gaining enough beingness to be able to send out aspects of yourself, your multidimensional self and gain from that type of existence. You are doing very well indeed, Rene.
Rene: I know of people who have channeled me. Can you explain this?
Atlanteans/Claire: It is quite possible you are being channeled by a group of beings. You are Sananda. Sananda is channeled frequently, as we have seen. You are existing at levels of which you are not aware and you are supplying information and knowledge at levels of which you are not aware. You mirror yourself in this way, and at this time on this planet you are mirroring your activities at other levels. Multidimensionality is a reality that is difficult to define but at the same time it is reality. We too are working on the interdimensional exchange of information.
Claire: I have a question. Who is Sananda?
Atlanteans/Claire: You are Sananda.
Claire: No.
Atlanteans/Claire: Yes.
Claire: I mean, who is the Big Sananda.
Atlanteans/Claire: Claire, there is no "Big Sananda," as you say. There is the being, Sananda, who is multidimensional and completely capable of being in all places at all times in individual aspects, so the Big Sananda is all the little Sanandas as a collective.
Claire: OK.
Atlanteans/Claire: People are only people.
Rene: Thank you. I enjoyed that.
Atlanteans/Claire: So did we all.
Peace and Love,
Claire Grace Watson, Shield Guide
There has probably never been a period in the history of thought entirely resembling the present. Thinkers everywhere are conscious of two things, first, that the region of mystery has never before been so clearly defined, and secondly, that that region can be entered more easily than has hitherto been the case; it may, therefore, perhaps be induced to render up some of its secrets if investigators of all schools pursue their search with determination. (The Consciousness of the Atom, The Field of Evolution, Alice Bailey, 1922)
Dear Cosmic One:
Here's hoping you are happy and well! Welcome to this new newsletter. It contains:
1. Report on the Atlantis Reunion of October 5, 2000
2. Reunion Results
3. Invitation to Join
Report on the Atlantis Reunion
Such a lovely time we had! We gathered at 9:00pm EST. Some Atlanteans were encountering problems logging into this chat room. As a result, this chat room will close and the members are invited to join the other chat room where we have seldom had problems. It is located at http://clubs.yahoo.com/clubs/channelingsessions. If you are not a member and want to join, just follow the link and click on "Join" at the top right of the page.
Those of us who could get into the room prepared for the journey to the city of Atlantis via group merkaba. In our group was Andrew, Shirley, Priscilla, Barry, and Aoriel. A dolphin appeared to lead us to Atlantis.
It is a quality of Atlanteans to be concerned about nuclear waste and hazardous materials. Atlanteans put a book through me called "The Spirituality of Atom Smashing," re-titled Lampoon Dictionary of Partycall Fizz666. This book is revolutionary and is designed to help us have a deeper understanding of our relationship with subatomic particles. It also helps us lose our social programming about particle physics. We have lost our social programming about nuclear physics, but still we idolize the particle physicists. This is a duality of thought that is hurting us. What we don't realize is that one field cannot exist without the other. It has proven to be impossible to stop the industry of nuclear physics, but it is possible to dismantle particle physics, the little brother of nuclear physics. This will disable nuclear physics because it relies on the particle accelerator testing results of particle physics.
The dolphin that came to take us to Atlantis swam in place like dolphins do and also swam in fast circles. It went to Shirley and pushed her, then it pushed me. It connected with everyone in the group. We were preparing to go with the dolphin when Priscilla and Barry's computer crashed. We waited until they came back online, and as we waited and as the dolphin swam we began to see Atlantis coming toward us. This was totally unexpected. It reminded me of the book and movie "Dune," where they traveled through space but didn't physically go anywhere, and neither did we. Instead, a creature that was shaped sort of like a dolphin used movement and sound to bring their destination to them. We could see the towers and pyramids and all the lights of Atlantis coming toward us!
We went through the portal effortlessly and into the city of Atlantis, with the exception of Aoriel who felt waterlogged after all the rebirthing she went through at The Gathering of Eagles in Sedona over the weekend. So she left and we continued. We entered a pyramid, the same one we usually enter when we go to Atlantis. This pyramid has an intensive white light or sometimes blue light that causes my eyes to water and squint. I also tasted salt water the entire trip and I wondered if I had sprung a leak in my merkaba. In ancient Egypt the Isis-Osiris sect studied sacred geometry and astronomy, held initiations and worked together as a group inside the Great Pyramid to create a living light-body or Merkaba soul vehicle. The word is ancient Egyptian and means M(e)r - place of ascending; Ka = Spirit; Ba = Soul. At this point, we had been on our journey for an hour. Shirley had to leave.
In Atlantis, we saw bright lights and groups of people who were "not us." The first group used a blue light and some strange arm movements to initiate us as citizens of Atlantis. (Anytime strange arm movements are involved, they most likely are the beings we know as the Hindu gods and goddesses.) The Atlanteans love fun and we had a laugh fest at this point in our journey when Barry was initiated as Mayor of Atlantis for the evening, and Andy commented, “Way to go, Barry.” I commented that Barry must have politician DNA. Priscilla remarked about Barry Goldwater, and we all got it that the Atlanteans had made a pun of some kind about Barry's name and "gold water." So I guess Barry's merkaba was gold, or something.
As the second group of Atlanteans approached, Priscilla and I experienced mild headaches. We adjusted our merkabas by relaxing and loosening, and the headaches disappeared. The second group was thickly populated and they seemed to me to be priests and priestesses. They were chanting, "Charon." Then, we saw a boat on a river, and I saw a vision of a gold disk like a big gold coin. We were invited to get into the boat, but I realized something at that moment about the name Charon and the boat and the coin, and just as I had my realization, Andy jumped into the boat. I asked Andy to get back out of the boat and let's go back into the pyramid and talk about it first. At this point, we had been on our journey for an hour and a half. We went back into the pyramid. (Interesting how that pyramid is always available for us. Priscilla said the pyramid was following us.)
Odysseus rode in the boat in Homer's The Odyssey, where he sought the services of the great hermaphrodite seer Tireseus, who had much wisdom because he/she had lived life both as a man and as a woman. Odysseus wanted to question the seer about his future, but to do so he had to take two buckets of blood so he could revive the seer long enough to get his oracle. Things got complicated when Odysseus' dead mother met him and wanted one of the buckets so she could feel alive again, and the dutiful son had to refuse his own mother. Isn't Homer a great storyteller? I just love Homer.
It was the Greek poet Homer who first wrote about Atlantis, based on stories told by Solon
Shirley has written a book about Atlantis (Atlantis - Insights from a Lost Civilization, at bookstores). She says dolphins would naturally want to take us to Atlantis. Shirley writes, "Dolphins were bred as special pets in Atlantis. Atlanteans built pools near their homes for the fun-loving creatures and treated them as equals. They learned to understand their rapid conversation and came to respect the animals' mental ability and intelligence. Dolphins along the coast proved an excellent source of knowledge about the sea. Perhaps we will learn to communicate with dolphins and whales as the Atlanteans did so they may direct us to containers of nuclear waste and other hazardous materials dumped into the oceans." (p.69-70)
For me, this really validated what I had read about the Kabala Tree of Life and the ancient wisdom and secret teachings of how the spheres/dimensions descend to the individual consciousness and not the other way around. It also is in line with what happened to us in the Ritual of the Sarcophagus Portal when the entire Mayan dimension descended to us.
Once inside the pyramid we had a little powwow about that boat. I told them that we had connected with something from Greek mythology about Charon, the ferryman on the river Styx. In the myth, only two kinds of people can ride in that boat, one, the dead and two, the annointed or initated. The river Styx, according to myth, flows into Hades. Charon is the ferryman who ferries the dead to their new home. He requires a coin before he will take the passenger, and he is often pictured holding out his skeleton hand, reaching for that coin. Because of the enduring nature of that myth, people have been buried with coins for thousands of years, often on their eyelids, so they will have a fare for the ferryman. Otherwise, they will wind up hopelessly wandering around in purgatory or the astral planes, with no real destination but just a lost feeling. When they give the coin to Charon, he ferries the boat along that river without ever looking back.
It was 10:30 and so we decided not to go to hell just yet. Priscilla's brow chakra was really open and she wanted to go sightseeing. We went out the other side of the pyramid and directly into a party of some kind, where there was gaiety, talking and celebration. Then, we floated back up and out of Atlantis. It was a wonderful journey and we are planning to return. If you would like to join us, click on "Join" in the top right corner.
Andy, Priscilla, Barry and I are going on the boat ride with Charon. I have the gold coin to give the ferryman, and we will see where he takes us. If you are brave and want to go with us, you need to first experience the watery world of Atlantis before you try the world of fire. The water cools us so we can take the heat of the fire. Those of you who have seen the gold disk/coin in channeling sessions, I think it's your ticket to ride. After you get your initiation, as we did, we will travel deep within the underworld of the subcontinent of Atlantis to the Halls of Amenti!
Far in a past time, lost in the space time,
the Children of Light looked down on the world.
Seeing the children of men in their bondage,
bound by the force that came from beyond.
Knew they that only by freedom from bondage
could man ever rise from the Earth to the Sun.
Down they descended and created bodies,
taking the semblance of men as their own.
The Masters of everything said after their forming:
"We are they who were formed from the space-dust,
partaking of life from the infinite ALL;
living in the world as children of men,
like and yet unlike the children of men."
Then for a dwelling place, far 'neath the earth crust,
blasted great spaces they by their power,
spaces apart from the children of men.
Surrounded them by forces and power,
shielded from harm they the Halls of the Dead.
Side by side then, placed they other spaces,
filled them with Life and with Light from above.
Builded they then the Halls of Amenti,
that they might dwell eternally there,
living with life to eternity's end.
(Excerpt from "Thoth the Atlantean")
Atlantis Reunion and Homecoming
Scheduled for October 5th, Thursday evening at 9:15pm on yahoo chat room, Atlantis - How to Connect
Begin to register participants.
We will take a merkaba journey to Atlantis on that evening. Set your sails on your Merkaba sphere for Atlantis! Visit to Atlantis led by Claire Grace Watson. Someone special will attend and invite us to tour the great and wonderful city of Atlantis. This is a chat room membership only journey, with members registering by ordering and familiarizing themselves with the CD, Atlantis How To Connect.
Dear Atlantean :-)
How are you? Doing well, I hope. My guides are guiding me to set up an Atlantis Reunion for Thursday night, October 5, 2000, in the yahoo chat room called AtlantisHowToConnect. I am emailing to invite to attend the reunion.
On that evening, we will be going by group merkaba to the dimension of Atlantis, where we will be met by Atlanteans who are already preparing the city for this event. Our group has done this once before with great success, and I would like to tell you a little about it.
A group of us went via mental project to Atlantis one evening in Channeling Sessions. We went in individual "bubbles." (If you look at the image on the first page of The Spirituality of Atom Smashing, I tried to show those spheres.) Many of us could see each other in our bubbles or spherical merkabas, and I could even see the color of one person's bubble or light vehicle. As I led the group, we went through a watery portal and entered a realm that is so fascinating, I tried to portray it in art on the cover of the CD, Atlantis How To Connect.
We saw white crystal pyramids (some saw blue) and we went inside one of them, where three hooded priests beamed us with rays of white light. Then, we could leave our merkabas and walk around in Atlantis. We strolled along until we were offered a ride by a kind of water taxi.
When we boarded the taxi we could see some beings standing nearby in a little group watching us. For me, the most amazing thing about the place was that we were not the only ones there. Others were there who were "not us."
The water taxi driver took us to a castle called the Peace Palace. (The driver had big ears. When we arrived at the Peace Palace and stayed sitting in his taxi, he told us, "Get out!" We accused of him of being originally from New York City and commented to him that he was a bit rude.) I attempted to show this castle on the cover of the CD.
There, we saw a group of otherdimensional beings having a party, and they invited us in. They were expecting us and we interacted with them. I personally saw beings with a lot of arms who seemed to be Hindu Gods and Goddesses. I was informed that they were. Others in our group saw other things, and some even saw me talking with those beings and all their arms. Some of the things we saw were the same and some things we saw that no one else saw. Some of us could see, hear, feel and smell, whereas others had fewer senses operating when in lightbody. But we all had the experience, one way or another.
Some of the people who went the first time will be with us and helping us all to get there together. It is really fun to try to get there together, and last time we went, everyone got there. This time the people who will be travelling to Atlantis are, in my opinion, truly Atlanteans. These are the people who are working with the CD Atlantis How To Connect. 53 people have ordered this CD as of today because they resonate with the material. And in my mind, that makes them Atlanteans. I would like to reveal more about these people but of course I leave it up to you to reveal yourself via this chat room, if you choose to.
The 53 people are from all parts of the world, with 44 in the US and 9 in other countries. In the US, 11 are in California, 4 in Washington State, 3 in Colorado, 3 in Florida, 3 in Wisconsin, 2 in Massachusetts, 2 in North Carolina, 2 in Texas, 2 in West Virginia, and one each in Alabama, Arkasas, Illinois, Michigan, Minnesota, New York, Virginia, Georgia, Oklahoma, Pennsylvania, Nebraska and South Carolina. From outside the US, 2 are in England, and 1 each in Canary Islands, Holland, Israel, Italy, Norway, Thailand and Cananda. As you can see, we are all over the world. But we are One and we are growing.
I hope you are interested in joining this group with whom you have something in common. You will receive an invitation from the chat room with a link to help you join, or you can go there and join now at:
http://clubs.yahoo.com/clubs/atlantishowtoconnect
I will be sending more email regarding this event, and I hope you are excited about it as I am. I have been to Atlantis with a wonderful group of people, and I am thrilled to be going back.
Peace and Love to you,
Claire
Unfortunately, I misplaced the account of the next adventure in Atlantis in which we went into a pyramid and got stuck in there and could never figure out how to get out until we realized to just walk straight through the walls. Hopefully, I will find it :((
Hi, again. Some people have emailed me to ask what the shielding is about, and here are my thoughts on that. I am being asked to shield because of the political situation, not that it's bad per se but that it's something we are in danger of falling deeper into.
Everything is a fall, it's just that there's a need for a guided, purposeful falling into things, and this fall into politics is not a fall into a spiritual realm at all. It's just simply the kind of diversion that caused, in mythology, the fall of Sophia into matter. She was dazzled by the bright lights and fell from her place in Heaven into the physical realm. We want to shield against being dazzled, in this case by the media commotion and all the attendant diversions.
The shields help us not to fall so much into the earthly situation at this time, because if you think about it, it's not healthy at all. We are falling into a realm of reality filled with all kinds of people just like us but who are not at all involved spiritually in any way. Yet, we willingly fall into that realm with them. We can't afford to do it if we know better, because when we do things and we know better than to do them, there is a problem resolving that karma. If we do them and we don't know better, if we are innocents, then there is forgiveness, but even that takes time. And maybe that's some time we don't want to take when we're trying to progress spiritually.
I mentioned this once before and channeled Ashtar on this subject and pretty much was told to buzz off. Others just ignored it. If you think we are not falling, always falling, give it some deep thought. We are fallen angels and what we do is fall. And we do it for a strong reason, a purpose that has to do with salvation, reclamation and redemption. When we are strongly falling into areas that don't serve a salvatory purpose, then we are becoming lost souls as we fall, and therein is the danger.
Don't fall any deeper into the political realms right now. It's bad enough that we fall into work and we fall into all those other things that are really just black holes in the path to the light. Right now, politics is positively dangerous. Just obey the Masters and keep to the high ground as we continue to fall.
There is a reason for the downward journey -- it's part of the path -- but if we lose sight of that reason, then we are no longer on the path. For clarity, the path is the one that Jesus took, the path of descension for purposes of salvation. First, he fell to earth through birth, just like we did, then after crucifixion he went into the realms of hell to save the sinners there, and that's also part of our path.
If you want to join us on a journey to the Halls of Amenti, beneath Atlantis, as part of that purposeful falling, there is a chat room link below that you can click on to go with us as we continue to fall with a purpose. In the meantime, float free and remain unbedazzled. And be sure to shield. Lord Hanuman and Lord Pacal of the Mayas asked me to put up Pacal's very powerful shield at this url:
You can see that shield at: Water Shield
Here is the Arbor Shield.
Peace and Love,
Claire
Shield Guide
Page 1 - The Tao of Atlantis | Channeling | River of Life | Spiders | Paradise | Dream Classes
Page 2 - The Interview | The Location of Atlantis | The Moonlight | The Earth Plane | Telepathy
Page 3 - Journey to the Center of the Earthling | Halls of Amenti | Atlantis Reunion 2 | Everything is a Fall
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