Meeting 19. Dark Matter Sphere

Meeting 19. Dark Matter Sphere

The Nineteenth Meeting

I’m pushing my button to lift off. The thrusters engage. A bubble forms around me, a shell enclosing me. Today, I’m going sideways instead of upward. I verbally prompt to speak to my ET. I shoot off to the right, then turn around. It’s like following a roller coaster track. I pass through a cylindrical gateway—two, three, four of them—many of them. Like stargates. I continue heading through multiple illuminated cylinders. It feels like I’m going through a cleansing process. Like I’m having a shower. Then I come to an instant stop. In front of me is a flat wall with rounded edges. It’s aqua-colored, almost like water, rippling gently. I catch a faint image of a humanoid figure on the other side of the wall. It’s like a translucent film between us. I wonder if these beings are aquatic—or if this bluish film is simply some form of energetic barrier. Ah—these beings are coming from somewhere else to here. It’s like they’re on the other side of a stargate, which explains the faint, bluish haze. There’s a conveyor belt. I suppose I’ll jump on and go through this wall. Okay. There are two humanoids on the other side. Alright—going through. It feels liquid, though I think it’s energy. I’m now inside a large, round, bubbly room. Two Shakas stand apart in this vast open area. I wonder where I’ve been transported to. It’s like a large circular hall—empty and echoing. One Shaka approaches me quickly, face close to mine, examining me. Hello, greetings, I say. The Shaka glances back at the other one, almost as if to say, Is this the one? What can I do for you today? The Shaka near me says, “Hmmm.” He turns and walks off. I’m meant to follow. It almost feels like they’re dragging me along—as if I’m heavy, like dead weight. We arrive at a console. I sense they want me to place my hand on a pad for identification. So I do. I’m about to remove my hand, but the Shaka presses it down longer. His hand is cold. Harder than human skin. Above us, a long, wide screen lights up. A bright light starts in the center and radiates outward across the display. I don’t know what it means. The other Shaka nods, saying, “Hmmm,” as if satisfied. What is it you wish for me today? “You will be silent. Keep away with the talking and just follow.” Okay. I follow the Shaka through a rounded hallway. His hands are clasped behind his back, very human-like. The tunnel slopes up and then down again. It feels like crossing from one space into another—like a bridge between worlds. I glance out—there are many spaceships. Huge ones. We arrive at a door. The Shaka types in a sequence. The door opens in a spiral motion. He gestures for me to enter. I step through, and the door seals behind me. No one follows.

The Black Sphere

I’m in a small room now. In the center sits a large black sphere. Electricity arcs from it, like those plasma globes you place your hand on. It reminds me of what a black hole might look like—so dark it absorbs everything. It doesn’t reflect light. It’s matte black. There are lights, switches, and controls lining the walls. The room itself is compact. At the base of the sphere is a ring, slowly rotating. The sphere looks almost liquid, like I could press a finger into it—but it would still maintain its shape. A faint green tinge appears. “Tantalizing. See through the machine into the sequence, the quintessence.” “You will see the design of the nature of the tomahawk. This system is beneath us. A fulcrum of life, it charges the stove beneath the wave. A cubicle of silence, a ball of everlasting energy—‘dark matter.’ Sequenced in the notion, we capture its essence and use it for fuel. It is a bubbling aftermath. Do not disturb its crust, for it is woven against time—see-through in nature, but black to us.” “It is round by nature, disrupted by our perpetuity.” “This is gathered from the essences of stars beneath the radar.” Shaka shows me an image of Shaka ships drawing material from a star. “We will use it to take control and start the aftermath of the run-up. Do not think this is because we are absolute in our stance, but because we rupture the balloon—purposeful—obstructing and distancing to bequeath the home back to you. It is our nature.” “Be repetitive in your systematic approach. A wise choice to be vocal about the stance. Insistence is a must. Bring forth the wise, tantalizing instruct.” Shaka shows me an image of a diamond and a ring—an analogy that each complements the other. A diamond cannot be worn alone. The ring is nothing without the diamond. “Institutions are a must, be designed in the process forthcoming. We have institutionalized a great system, robust in frequencies, beyond belief. The time is coming to start up. Be vocal. Truth. Disclosed.” “Insist on its nature. We are warming to the attitude of the frothing balloon—the basin where it will be discovered. Seek forth the truth and it will be discovered. Reminisce on the chaos ensued. Do not be misdirected by its discovery or waver from its truth. Insistence is beyond your belief. Black hawk and dust.” “Bring forth the wise men to disrupt the nation and seek the truth in the everlasting.” “I hear you are about to go through a thing—a rupturing—a system of approach. It is well designed to correct your nature. Be forthcoming in presenting acceptance. It will be entrusted to you to give forth.” “Bring it forth—the woes, the instructions. Away with your thoughts of discovery and mind tuning. Seek only the absolution of discovery within thy nature. Be resolved in its truth, for we are coming.” Shaka shows me a visual of a beach landing. Thank you, Shaka. “Be told that you are truthful, wise—but discouraged, beaten, and beaten up. Bring this forth into the wide open and you will be discovered. Breach the forecast of the constituent wise nature of the rupturing balloon.” I see politicians—American politicians. “Bring forth their wise decision to disrupt them. Institutionalization is their being—their wholeness. They seek only to change things in their own nature, their own way, for themselves. Insistence is a must.” Now Shaka shows images of important political figures—a female figure reminds me of the one who stood up about underwater human genetic experiments. “Limelight the discovery, ensuring its presence must be discovered and teached forth.” “Seek the wisdom of the troth nature—the three beings of the insistence.” I see three male judges on a bench—like a Senate hearing. I will check that out. “Your insistence is a must. A vocal experience of life. Keep the tone of anointment and the insistence of the wise creature. Focus on Deuterotomy.” The blackboard-screen appears again. “This machine must be stanced in its correct position to be useful—sifting off the moonbeams of patterns.” Shaka shows me three ETs seated close together—possibly four. Their chairs face inward. “Balanced nature. They are the four that control it.” I sense these four control the black sphere. “Be forthcoming in your proposal to the wise teaching instruction—not wavering from the truth.” “Your institution will grow into maximum capacity. Then you will be instructed to go forth into the next stage. Seek the distancing nature for now—behind the wall. We understand its nature. It is a secret. A wise vocal move on our part—to be troubled but not insistent on being catched.” Is that by the bad ETs? “You are a must. Wise. Be decided. For it is truthful.” Thank you. “See the solitude of the great texture that lies beneath.” “You are getting closer. It is your insistence that is a must. Gratuitous inclined and fearful but trustful. This assistance was meant by design. We are thoughtful, encouraged, and grateful for this assistance. Be clever in your approach and design the structure to seek the truth. It is in our dance.” “Think you are obtrusive, but you are instructed well. You are designing it, featuring it—this wave of acuity and sundance as posted. It will be oblivion once mistrust ensues. Be the beacon of hope.” I feel behind in writing and publishing. “Do not be discouraged. We walk among you. Feared but reveled. Justification for this need is a must. You are doing well.” Thank you. As I mentioned, I want to run some Remote Viewing forecasting on ET-related events—such as UFO/UAP activity before it occurs. I’m not sure what to focus on. Can you help guide me here? I think that would help get some attention. “You are not wise in foretelling. Seek the truth. Focus on the institution of gratuity.” Shaka shows an image of a satellite dish intercepting signals. Perhaps I should focus on signal interception instead. “Yes. It is by design nature that the throughput be discovered.” Is that just for me? “Focus on insistence.” “The next stage we will discover the truth.” I see the ocean and waves. What else should I write? “Bring forth the insistence on its reach—carcass and sublime.” Shaka shows a disk—spaceship. “Dig in. Dig in the discovery.” I sense Anunnaki imagery. I should Remote View your mothership. “You are correct.” Maybe pyramids? “Designism must be fruitful in your thought and you will discover the way of future-proofing the discovery—bringing it forth with your design and Remote Viewing.” What else today? “Be a balloon—open-minded—and seek forth. We are watching with silence, seeking the obituary of the forthcoming event. We are planning—swaying back and forth as it changes, by design.” “Our beachfront progress is designing well. Seeking it forth and watchfulIt. It must be spoken of beforehand to teach the truth. Silence will not do. It must be rung forth.” OK, please let me know when it’s appropriate to go more public with that, beyond what’s currently in the published meetings. “Assistance is as much. We will instruct you forthcoming.” “You are decked in solitude. Rise and be forth, be told the truth. You are doing well—rupturing the big ball and bringing it forth. Seek the path of resistance. The solitude of making.” “Go away and think. Be wise by institution. Stance is holiness. Revel the thought of mistrust and acuity. Sign off now and be done.” “We will see you soon.” Thank you, Shaka. It has been an honor. I return to my pod. The two Shakas from earlier secure me. I shoot out from the bottom of the ship, free-falling toward Earth. I’m back.