Meeting 13. The Book Of Wisdom

The Thirteenth Meeting

I'm lifting off again - Meeting Thirteen

The familiar pull begins beneath my chair, a low rumble I can feel through the frame. I glance down and see my house shrinking away beneath me, the roof slipping into the distance as the ascent takes hold.

The pod forms around me, that clear spherical dome I've grown oddly comfortable with. It still feels impossibly smooth, like glass that isn't quite glass, but by now the sensation of it closing in is more reassuring than strange.

And then - there it is - the sudden upward sweep. I'm whisked up with that signature acceleration they seem to favour. No ceremony, no warm-up. Just go.

I'm ready for it this time. Or at least, readier than I used to be. Meeting thirteen, and the journey is starting to feel almost routine... in a completely non-routine way.

"Beneath the waves. Imploding. 'Discovery, come to us,'" I hear.

I'm still not getting any visuals yet - just that sense of rising, steady and silent, pushing up through the layers of space. It's familiar now, this part. The calm before the reveal.

And then I feel it: Shaka waiting.

"Discovery."

That's the term they use for me. It comes through with their usual clarity - an invitation, a greeting, a reminder of why I'm here. Come to us. Shaka's voice carries that serene authority I've come to recognise.

They called me the Discovery.

Fitting, I suppose. Thirteen meetings in, and I'm still half-wondering whether I was naïve - or just stubborn enough - to try making contact with an ET in the first place.

Yet here I am, still showing up, still in awe.

Something begins taking shape in the distance. A structure. A ship. The silhouette reminds me of a Cylon basestar from Battlestar Galactica - that same segmented, imposing geometry drifting against the stars.

I clear my throat, even though there's no need for it.

Hello, I say out loud.

"We are cherished. Thank you for being here for today. Become the wise system, for you are true to the nature of the Discovery. Inside the system is designed, a book leaf. Open to restful escapism. It is in the sunshine that we bequeath the notion. Instill the device of causation."

May I see you, please? I ask.

The reply isn't verbal, but the shift is immediate. I'm pulled forward - smoothly, effortlessly - and the scene opens into an interior chamber.

The floor spreads out beneath me in an odd pattern... almost like a starfish. Organic, branching, not at all the rigid symmetry I expected from the silhouette outside.

So, not quite the Cylon basestar I thought it was. I can't help smiling to myself - close, but no sci-fi cigar.

"Do not discover the stuff you don't know. Inside is that true thing. The wisdom."

"Beneath us as a disguise to shiver. Please take this token of gratitude that you are with us. Inside the Discovery box you will find the chief wisdom."

I'm shown a visual - simple at first: a black opening inside an old wooden chest. It feels like a metaphor straight away, something deliberately styled to look ancient, familiar, human.

Then an old book appears.

It's full-sized, bound in heavy leather. When I undo the latch and open it, a thin puff of dust rises, as if the pages haven't been touched in centuries. The paper is brittle, yellowed, carrying that sense of age you can almost smell. Definitely symbolic... at least, that's my assumption.

A thought hits me: is this a callback to Meeting Three?

Shaka does this - dropping pieces of meaning across different encounters, like weaving a thread through time. Nothing ever arrives all at once; it's always in fragments, revisited from new angles.

I run my hand over the pages, feeling the weight of whatever they're trying to remind me of.

"Inside you will find the leaf. The wisdom of the power to be constructive. Limit is in your reach. Be true to the notion it is discovered."

"I am an instance of design. Take the book and we will feather it for you. Recover the divine nature of it all. The book holds the essence of the true nature, bequeathed to science under the radar - seek it out."

"For it is the book of wisdom, the plant, the harbormaster, the seeker truth. It has wisdom beyond belief. It is an essential guide. The tabernacle inside you will discover a multitude of science facts. A brown texture."

I get the sense that the cover itself is what Shaka is drawing my attention to - that brown, weathered leather... brownish, aged, intentionally familiar.

It feels deliberate, like the appearance of the book matters as much as what's inside. A visual cue. A reference point. Something they expect me to recognise.

"Do not forthrightly think it is a system for insulting. It is true nature but designed to be institutional."

"The book is whitewashed by leverage. It is contained in the summarisation of the empath. Seek the heirloom that is bestowed upon you. It's not intrinsic or sawdust; it wises the nature."

I'm getting a feeling of... magic. Not the sleight-of-hand stage kind, but the mythic kind - like this book represents something potent, something forgotten or deliberately hidden.

Maybe that's the point. Sometimes the real things - the important things - are disguised as fantasy so they can sit in plain sight without being threatened.

"Trust the words, for they are the truth. Be seen in the everlasting truth of justice. It is because of the way we institutionalise, decorum is a must. Process this information and the word will be seen."

"Inside the Discovery..."

Shaka is pointing me inward - inside the book.

That's where the meaning is. Not the cover, not the symbolism... but what's held within.

"It's the bemoaning itemised list of respectful enlightened ages of mist."

I'm getting the sense this might be a kind of Bible - or something very much like it. That's the impression Shaka is giving me. So... how do I find this book?

"It is beneath you in the institution of love, disguised as witchcraft. Disguised as a blueprint."

Yes - Shaka keeps showing me that same image: a brown leather cover, embossed, aged, intentional.

It's not just a book; it's a specific book. The details feel deliberate, like they're highlighting the texture and style so I'll recognise it when I see it again.

"Seek it out, trust the path."

Is there any more information you can give me to help me find this book? I ask.

The question feels bigger than it sounds. I'm not just asking about an object - I'm asking for direction. For a thread to follow. For something concrete I can bring back into my world.

"Beneath the station, the notion. Institution of love. Binding solitude. Each is within us: tabernacle, a church. Be a wise being and take the Discovery."

Shaka starts feeding me concepts - impressions more than words. I get the sense that this book I'm looking for is connected to twelve.

I'm not sure if the number twelve is the book, or if the book sits at the end of a list of twelve other texts. But the theme of "twelve" keeps repeating, like they're nudging me to pay attention to it.

"Yes," is the answer back. "You will be institutionalised in the feature."

And I get another feeling - this book is like being one of them. Almost as if it belongs in a collection the way a book belongs in the Bible... but it isn't actually part of the Bible itself.

It carries that same weight and structure, that same "this should sit alongside the others" energy, but it stands apart. Familiar, but not from our catalogue.

"Please take this design and speak it forth, a blurb. Be peaceful, woken, be not disruptive."

Now I'm getting an image of a female face - soft, calm - wearing what looks like a nun's habit. The image feels symbolic, not literal. But still, it raises the question in me:

Do I need to find this person?

Is she someone real, or just a representation of something connected to the book - faith, guardianship, secrecy, devotion?

I'm not sure yet, but the impression arrives with purpose.

"She is a witch."

Maybe a nun-witch. I think Shaka is giving me a concept here.

"Black magic."

"The final Discovery is within. Breaching nature. The book of words. The spells teach the word. For it is inquisitive and lecturing. The intrinsic nature of the frost. While you are curious about it, do not take for disregard. Be wise in its learning. It is reproach, the obstacle. Bring forth the word. Discovery is a must. Seek the principles of the most awful. Seek the principles of the most accurate theme. There is a tidal wave of emotion at your beckoning. Be fruitful and laugh, for it is the pleasure of the word - the thing, the inching forward that you must desire. Be in your way. These things are etched in the wall."

Shaka shifts the imagery again. Now I'm shown an old stone wall - ancient, weathered - covered in carved drawings. It feels like a cave wall, or something you'd find deep inside a pyramid or an old temple. Hills, figures, symbols... the kind of markings that hold stories older than language.

It's clearly symbolic, but the impression is strong: something ancient, recorded, preserved. A message etched in stone long before books existed.

"Be seen. Check the book appendix, for they are wise words. Action..."

Shaka adds another detail - something about an appendix. I'm getting fragments like A1, A11, A2... not exact, but in that style. An indexing system, maybe. A reference tag. Something that exists after the main text, like an add-on or hidden section.

It's always tricky to get a precise interpretation from Shaka; their symbols arrive layered, overlapping. But the message feels tied to an appendix - something appended, something extra, something not in the main body but still essential.

"The pleasant nature of the institution waves through the exhaustive population and seeks their minds a feverish indoctrination. This will teach the rough cavity that is sustained to teach the nation before we come. It is but a pitiful abrupt design that we must focus. Take heed that it is in our true nature by design to recover, to teach, to wonder in servitude. We breach nature. I am an institution of love, a graduate of the design teachings of the must, the favoured, the long past."

"You are a screamer, a discharge. I am inside the box, sent forth to discover brothers and watch the peaceful. I am designed this way. I am a feather; you are charged. Be not silly or decadent; be shaded and truthful. It will be the way. Inside the book of love be not wise to its teaching, for it is fortitude and lengthy. It is a systematic approach to longevity. Ashamed teachings have blued this. It is a teaching that is recovering. You will design a process to teach and institutionalise the word. Contained in the reproach, you must word the Discovery in a systematic approach. We will teach."

Shaka shifts the imagery again, and suddenly I'm seeing myself scrolling through listings on eBay or Amazon. Used books. Old ones. Worn covers, faded spines - the kind of books that have passed through many hands.

The message feels simple but direct: it's an old book, and I'm meant to find it the way anyone else might - by searching.

Then another layer drops in from Shaka.

The word "Hebrew" flashes across my awareness. And with it, fragments of meanings: epitaph... aware... Enoch.

They come through like keywords rather than sentences - search terms, maybe. Anchors. Aware, as in awakening or knowledge.

Enoch... as in the ancient texts, the extra-canonical writings, the stories that sit outside the mainstream.

It feels like Shaka is giving me a trail of hints, not conclusions - pieces of a puzzle I'm meant to assemble.

"Improach this, the word. Find the truth. Lecture the harbor. Bring forth the design."

May I ask a question, please?

"I am listening."

Is learning this material - and teaching it - part of how your group is making contact with humans?

The question comes out steady, but inside I can feel the weight of it.

If this book, these symbols, these clues are part of their outreach... then maybe this isn't just about me discovering something. Maybe it's about preparing others too.

"I am a design. Do not speak of wisdom, think of the evolution inside the cavity. We will bring forth the word."

Just to clarify... I'm a bit confused here, and I mean this with respect. I take a breath, choosing my words carefully.

Am I still speaking with the ET alliance... or am I communicating with an angelic or spiritual being? Because the tone of this - your imagery, your teachings - it feels very biblical. Almost sacred. So I just want to understand who I'm actually talking to.

"You are, you must discern the arrival. Teach and we will discover. Design implosion, be fruitful. We will be here soon."

So I am speaking with the ET alliance representative, then?

I let out a small sigh - not frustration, just the honest admission of how layered this all feels.

"It is so. I am a collective. I am a chain of command. I am intrusive, oblique and a shadowed community. We are must. Infiltrate the meaningful and bring forth the design. The shadow government, it is a must to free and liberate everyone. Seeking a true global alliance across the stars. Life and growth, be at peace. The stars are wisdom; they seek our truth. Living quarters you will seek. Information technology crusted. This is the design geek. The intrusion device part is a must."

Shaka might be referring to my AI work? The job I've been starting to build? The thought rises naturally, almost too obvious once it arrives.

"Be bequeathed with the design from others. For you are fortuitous and seeking the truth. We are the way. We are the truth. Peaceful by nature. Abrupt by design. I am an institution of loneliness. We seek each other, and the infiltration of others. We must fill the notion of the wise infrastructure. Bring forth a token gesture and leverage the book of the stars."

What more can you tell me about this book - anything that could help me actually find it?

I wait, hoping they'll tighten the focus just a little more.

"Torn edges, leather bindings. The book of the must, the book of the trust."

"Binding cover, mismatched page is missing, seek the old. Hebrew. Measurements, science."

I get another visual - this time it's diagrams. Circular ones. They look almost like old navigational maps, the kind that chart north, south, east, and west. Or like one of those three-dimensional spinning globes that sits on a stand, rotating on its own axis. A map, a sphere, a chart of directions... some kind of reference system.

"Inch forward, find design, bullet, target. So it's a shaded discovery known by all. Equivocal and a sure thing. The bubbly nature."

"The wise king once said, 'Bring forth the oblivion to shade us.' For it is in our nature to war. To institute others."

Thank you for your words, I say, meaning it. I'll look for this book.

"It is not a cover design; it is sheet material. Be inside it, not over it. Above all else treat the truth as a discovery in design. It is a blueprint for worship beneath the stars. True wisdom without end. I am but a worm, intuitive and robust. Seek the way. You will be fortified. We have immeasurable tasks at our feet. Solitude, discover direction, we are the way."

"The plan is to institute the word before approach."

I think that means before contact. Yes... that's exactly what Shaka is implying.

Between their formal tone, the archaic rhythm, and all the metaphors layered on metaphors, it can be a lot to decode. Beautiful, but occasionally a linguistic puzzle.

Still, the intention always comes through... even if I have to translate it into something my modern Earth brain can wrap around.

"So that there is a way to teach the word with beliefs and cream the nation. Be forthright, an inch forward."

"I am recovering a design inclusion, a breakpoint. Be wise, for it is soon. The tech nature is a systematic approach. I have instructed to teach you. The wisdom by incremental design."

I get another impression - stronger this time. A feeling that the book is backwards.

Or rather, that it's meant to be read the traditional way - from right to left.

Like you start at what we'd call the back of the book and move toward the front.

A right-to-left language. Hebrew immediately comes to mind, and the earlier hints suddenly click into place.

Yes... thank you, I say, genuinely relieved. That's very helpful.

The detail feels important, like one of the final keys I needed to narrow this down.

"You are wise, be considered an instrument, vessel of being."

I think I just caught a whisper - soft, almost like it brushed the edge of my awareness: "You will be rewarded."

It's not boastful, not grand. More like a gentle assurance... a quiet acknowledgment that following this path, searching for this book, trusting the process - there's something meaningful waiting on the other side of it.

Is that a new Ferrari? I joke quietly. Or maybe even a Bugatti... though I definitely couldn't afford the servicing. Or the insurance.

Shaka, however, does not seem amused. Their energy stays perfectly neutral - either unimpressed by my human humour or politely pretending it never happened.

Which, honestly, only makes it funnier.

"Your think process is cured? Your everlasting in truth is wayward and needs focusing. It is teachable."

I thank you for any teachings you can give me, I say, genuinely.

"You are getting there. You need some work. You need some teachings. We will meet further."

Thank you.

"Inch forward, feet forward, and you will see."

"Keep going. Beneath this solitude lies a vacuum awaiting to teach. Discover your body; it is fulfilling its true design."

I thank you for your time, I say, offering the gratitude as simply and honestly as I can.

"We know not such thing as time. Only lineage. Think of it as an intolerable stretch of meaningfulness. You will discover this in time. Your time. We infiltrate, we design, we bring forth the brotherhood etched in motion."

Shaka shows me one last image - something telescopic, beaming with light, with refractor-like arms extending and pulling inward, almost like a device adjusting its focus.

May I know what this is? I ask, trying to take in the details as it pulls closer.

"Targeting, witchcraft."

Wait... is Shaka cracking a joke here? The image shifts, and I get the sense that the device - whatever it is - is pointing toward a specific place on Earth.

Are you... pointing to a location? I ask, half-curious, half-amused. It's hard to tell if this is a hint, a nudge, or their version of humour - but the gesture feels intentional.

"You will see the design. Bring forth the wisdom, teach, and you will see."

Thank you... thank you very much, I say. I'm sending you my gratitude. I'm still confused, but I'll get there.

It's the truth - half mystery, half determination. But Shaka seems to work in layers, and I'm learning to trust that the meaning unfolds over time.

"I understand. It's the nature of you creatures to be institutionalised in the drumming of the television, the machine, and the displacement of others. You must further the truth inside and believe not others but the internal belief and enforce."

"Institutional agreement, focused on infiltrating the minds and beings. It is my job, the collective, to oversee the design and bring forth the teachings."

I'm starting to understand, I say quietly.

Not fully there yet - but enough to feel the pieces beginning to line up.

"You will see the way."

So... you do understand that I'm going to miss my regal Shaka from the earlier meetings, right?

"It is forthright discovered. This is the way to teach by design, the design. Increment forward. We do not understand this texture but understand the equivalency of your concerns. It is but the approach to bring you forth and teach you the notion. Incrementing the quality. So be it."

Yes, I understand. And I can see the reasoning behind it all.

"Do you?"

I'm getting there! 🙂

"Your wisdom is bequeathed. Stand tall, open-chested. I am beneath your soul. I have discovered a true notion that you will absolve. Speak the truth and they will follow. Be not - "

Yeah... I had a thought about money, I admit with a small laugh. But I'm getting information instead.

"Be not greedy but worthful. Your teachings will be equal to the bequeathing of money and design. Be a forthright teacher. Open your heart and you will see. That's all."

I think you're calling the end of our meeting for today.

There's a natural closing energy settling around us now, the way it always does when Shaka begins to pull back.

I sincerely thank you, I add, meaning every word. And I will search for the book.

"You will be instantaneous. It will be discovered."

Shaka gives me one last visual - the front cover of the book. A reminder of its importance.

Not religious crosses exactly - more like alignment symbols, orientation points, or decorative corner motifs with meaning behind them.

The design feels deliberate, almost like a sigil or an old publishing mark. A final clue to help me recognise the book when I come across it.

"Inside the covers you will read about the Father, the God, the Son, so the tabernacle. Be the directive and a directive - teach it. Make a course."

"Recover the destiny of the stars. Institutionalise the investors. Recover the war machine from its ending. Be the screw to hold the cover - inch first."

"You are abrupt. Take away this discovery. To be wise is to teach, to bring forth the wisdom of the old."

Shaka seems to drift off for a moment - there is silence, a moment.

"Seek inside the solution. Inside you will discover the truth. Be pleased with your work. A bubbly nature, thee thought. Be solid in stature, vocal and tenure. Be solid. We will be here soon."

When you say soon, do you mean within one to two years... or within twenty years?

I try to keep my tone steady, not demanding - just seeking clarity. Their timelines don't always match ours, but if they're pointing me toward a book, a task, a preparation... I need some sense of scale. Human-time or cosmic-time makes a big difference.

"Inside the approach we are timeless, endless. For you it is much an equation of emptiness and timing. For us it is an equation of love, empathy and insertion. It may take a lifetime, it may take a tenth. It may inch forward, it may rush forward. We are being careful."

If I'm going to advise humans about contact, it really helps if I can give them some sense of the timeframe. Even just the scope of it.

"You will be there when the Discovery - when the timing is right. Approach, wander, teach, and the arm of knowledge will bequeath you. Into the design we reach - tactical solutions, robust. We fill the air with the token scheme. It will evolve as time goes on. Be forth and rupture. Do not sway the design - just institutionalise the beliefs of others. Charged with a mission. Be forth."

Do I write this down in the books? So the public knows what we've talked about?

"Insist, insist, insist," I hear.

Thank you, I say again, letting the words settle. Then I'll thank you sincerely for this meeting... and I'll see you soon. Talk to you soon, Shaka.

There's a softness in the goodbye, a kind of familiarity now.

Thirteen meetings in, and it no longer feels like an ending - just a pause before the next chapter.

"It is a must. Be away," Shaka farewells me.

Thank you. I'm back home. Zap!

Update - November 2025

After a lot of work, and quite a bit of Remote Viewing, I'm now confident that Shaka's encrypted message was referring to The Book of Enoch. The clues line up: the right-to-left reading, the ancient imagery, the Hebrew connection, the extra-canonical status, the sense of something sacred yet hidden. Now the task is finding the correct version Shaka intended. I believe it is a more original version of the book, in English, that I will need to obtain.