Meeting 20. Mind Upgrade

The Twentieth Meeting

Okay, pushing my button. I’m going to talk to my ET. That’s my target. I’m taking off for meeting number 20. I can see the house below me, rising up through the sky, heading higher and higher. I pass through a layer of cloudy atmosphere and into space. I can see a spaceship following me up. I’m running alongside it. It looks like a SpaceX craft. I don’t know where I’m going today. I’m just here by myself now. Then I see two ships on either side of me. I don’t think they are manmade. They must be guiding me in. They attach some side arms to me. I’m in my egg-shaped pod. The top half is transparent. I can see shimmering energy waves coming out of my pod. Both ships signal for me to go ahead. They detach from me. Now I have a ring around me, fence-shaped. And I’m zooming off quite fast. Actually, the ship is going off into the distance. I can’t see it anymore. Did I leave it behind? Did they extract me from my ship without me noticing? Okay, I’m standing on a large pad, like a landing platform. Everything’s dark around me, but I feel like I’m in some sort of chamber. It’s completely dark. No noise. Very solemn. I see a ramp opening from a ship. There are stairs. The ship must have been there all along. A whole group of Shakas come down wearing robes. Their ship takes off and leaves them, and they’re walking toward me. There are about seven to nine of them. It takes a while for them to reach me. They’ve arrived and encircled me. The robes are reddish, maybe a dark mauve. They put their hands on my shoulders. Another one has a hat—like an upside-down cone. I don’t know if these are priests, ceremonial figures, or teachers. “Here focus your attention.” I still feel their hands on my shoulders and back. “Speak the wisdom for you are the truth. This initiation is to bring forth the wisdom and guide the light. We are instructional by nature, truth seekers, infusing the nature into others.” “Be at forth told that you are wisdom. Seek solitude.” Their hands are quite cold. I’m not sure what this is all about yet. They part the circle around me. I see a large opening door with very bright white light reflecting off the floor. I feel ushered to go through. It’s a white door with an arch at the top, almost tubular inside. I’m now inside. It’s smoky, gassy, with a red-tinged background. There’s a pointed light above me. I feel like I’m about to get hit by a ray gun. Am I just supposed to stand here? I see a desk—a flat surface—and a chair. I sit down. The screens in front of me look familiar. There are two screens—dual monitors—but more advanced than what we have now. They’re supported by thin edges. I’m told this is some sort of information machine. Learning. Maybe this is how they learn. Graphs and technical diagrams cover the screens. The entire area is enclosed in this tubular chamber. My chair transforms into something like a dental chair. I lean back. Clamps secure my ankles, chest, and stomach. My arms aren’t clamped. My head isn’t clamped. Above me is something like a dental light. A small extension lowers down. It has a pointed center. The pointed piece moves into my forehead, just above my eyes. It’s like a flood of data entering me. White, crystallized beads. Massive data. I don’t feel pain. Maybe this has something to do with the pineal gland. That’s the impression I get from the Shakas. I don’t see anyone around now. My arm flops down. This must be a reset. The light retracts. I feel lighter. I feel digital. I see my body pixelate slightly, then return to normal. It feels like restructuring. This is cool. I’m asked to sit again. Wait—I’m still in the dental chair. Did they pull me out of my body? I look at the dual monitors. Pages of data scroll extremely fast. I stare. Too fast to recognize anything. Two Shakas stand behind me, hands on my shoulders again. They’re chaperoning me while I recover from this download. “Seek the truth.” “You have been instilled. Be like nature. Be equivalent to nature. For you will seek the truth and everlasting truth. So be it.” May I ask how long this upgrade takes to activate? “The system is designed to be obtrusive. In discovery you must design the wholesome to bring forth the wisdom. For it is instilled now. Each of us must take its time but it will come forth.” May I ask what was installed? “You will see. Bequeathed nature to the lasting truth so it is foretold.” “Redistance from your feelings for they betray you. Seek the light.” Okay, thank you. They pull the chair back. I’m still restrained. Is it safe what you installed in me? “It is never safe because you will believe beyond. You will be beyond truth now. You will discover the freedom to teach beyond the pavement. It is too late to install backwards. It takes too much time. Trust in it.” Okay. So this is what I agreed to previously. “To be installed, upgraded, version 2.0. You are a featurette, light-hearted, making a mush of the situation. Be promised it’s the truth.” The shackles release. I feel dizzy but fine. I get a visual of Judge Dredd’s helmet. “You have a mandate now covering your head, absolved from truth, in a conclave of evolution.” “We will teach you how to seek and open the chaos that will fulfill you and make you whole and teach you the everlasting truth.” What else may I do today? “Just be still and seek the solace of the moment. You are entrusted with a gift. Be forth and wise. Your Earth is a current correspondent, and we have enveloped it with technology.” “Away with the truth in the design. We seek forth to be perpetual and focused in the divine.” “It is rubbish to seek this equinox or beneath the tunnel. For it is above all nature to think that you can do it. Be a brother of wisdom and bring forth the light. Channeling the wisdom of truth.” They leave. My chair rises upright. The console changes. A large multi-ring circle appears in front of me. The leg stirrups separate. I free my legs. There’s a smell of roses. A rosy petal. Another Shaka appears. “You are abrupt. Speak, follow me.” This one is very tall. Taller than me. He gestures for me to walk ahead. We move through a glass tunnel. Three Shakas ahead. We enter a room. Large statues stretch from floor to ceiling, arms raised high. The floor looks like swirling carpet—ceremonial. A royal chamber. Warmer than previous rooms. “It’s a calm room.” Seats appear as needed. “Gather your concoction, free your mind. This is the stance of this room, to be open and persuaded of the truth.” The ceiling opens. A bright white beam shines down. One Shaka raises his arms toward the light. I close my eyes. Spirals of thoughts. Words: institution of love. Even with eyes closed, I see everything. A spiral shoots from my head toward the beam. A Shaka splits it into a V and sends it upward. My body glows. Muscles feel stronger. Skin shifts. Trippy. A large window reveals a massive mothership outside. The beam stops. In the center of the room is a round table. A glowing pool of water. Two Shakas lift me up. Another Shaka dips their hand in the water and touches my forehead. “You have been bequeathed. Stand forth, the trial to seek the nature.” I feel myself shrink, then return to full size—glowing. “Ceremonial acquisition and being reborn. Distance yourself from the chaos and be true. You are signed off.” Do I get superpowers? “You are troubled by the nature of this distancing?” “Harboring an intrusive destruction. This is not a feather in the dust. It is a wind of chaos and rupture to be designed to harness the energy forthwith inside you. It does create wisdom if you call that a superpower.” “Bring forth the chime.” I thank them. The main Shaka with the cone hat places a firm hand on my shoulder. “Inside you is a tolerance, a forthwith design to be truthful. Bring it forth. You will discover the intuition of nature, its design and its eclectic nature. You will be henceforth a true nature design.” “Don’t be troublesome or wishful of a starting, it will come by design.” “Leave the tuition and go.” They exit. The table folds into the floor. A Shaka waits at the door. Everything turns red. A holographic lotus flower appears in a glass cabinet. “Intuitive love, intuitive design, the fulcrum of life, the breathalyzer of truth, it is our symbolism of life.” We return to my pod. “Scripture is a must. Take this with you. Keep it close.” He hands me something. I nod. The pod seals. I drop away, shooting downward. Ships surround me. Through atmosphere. Leaving debris behind. I land back in my chair at home.