Remembering Earth Mission_From the Ancient Ones, Keepers of Galactic Secrets

by Sharon Riegie Maynard

Rory returned her smile and nodded.

  Pam shifted her body, seeming to scan the wall as she sorted her thoughts. Then she took a breath and continued her story.

  "One day, about two and a half years ago, I woke to the despair of another day alone. I was at a shelter. You can't rest much in shelters. You always have to be on guard to protect your bundle and even your life. All the night noises, snoring, nightmares, constant movements of other people, make it hard to sleep. Then you have to be up at 5 in the morning and out on the streets by 6:30 with another day that is just like the one before. You panhandle or pretend to keep busy doing nothing.

  "I was so discouraged that morning. I picked up my bundle and headed out the door. It wasn't just my existence that depressed me, but the craziness of what I saw everywhere. The threads of my life were all woven together in such an ugly picture. I asked myself, "Who put the threads together so unfairly for some and so magnificently for other? Was it God? Was it parents? Was it the system? Are some of us just not worthy?" I walked to a spot by a freeway off-ramp, a place where I could be alone.

  "I didn't think God would help me, but I cried out to Shadow, "Please, please help me to understand the craziness of this life! Why has this happened to me? Why me? How can I get out of here?”

  "I was angry, I was sad, I was powerless to change anything, but I couldn't go on like this. I sat on my bundle of possessions and cried until there were no more tears. I may even have slept. Then I sensed words from Shadow.

  'Dear one, pick up your bundle and walk over to the park.'

  "I opened my eyes and looked around. Then I heard again, 'Walk over to the park.' “

  "I stood and picked up all I owned in this world and walked the seven blocks to a park. As I got to the edge of the grass, I heard,

  “Go and sit under the large oak tree.”

  "I walked to a far corner of the city park. I settled myself on the grass, leaned against the trunk of this magnificent oak and closed my eyes. Almost immediately, I felt the most glorious feelings sweep over me. It was like I was a wet canvas and a paintbrush dipped in blue watercolor spread across my head. The paint slowly moved down my body, and then the next stroke came and the next. I cried. I felt a joy and love I hadn't known was possible. I kept whispering,' Thank you, thank you.'

  "Then I heard, 'This is what life is about!'

  "I wept. I hadn't known anything could be so wonderful. My physical body was bursting with warmth and lightness.

  "I asked, 'How do I keep this feeling? How do I live from this amazing place? I didn't know that this was possible.'

  "I thought about some of my friends on the street. How would they act if they felt this love and safety? I let my imagination take over, and I saw their life unfold like a story before my eyes. I imagined them with this energy of lightness flowing through them. A light appeared in their eyes. Experiences of respect and opportunity came to them. Joy in living opened their mind to options they had not thought possible. With my imagination, I put other people into that space of love and warmth. The hardest one to place there was the man whom I had called 'dad.' The changes I saw in him were instantaneous, effortless and monumental.

  "Then I wondered. Why had I not known or felt this energy before? Why are humans not allowing generosity, caring, and joy to be the point from which their actions and experiences flow?

  “And that is when the first of my dreams or visions come.

  "I saw myself, not as I look now. I stood in front of a large gathering of men and women. My hair was copper, long, and flowed over a forest green cloak. I seemed to move without effort. I was very anxious, on the verge of panic. I sensed that some great danger loomed. I was sharing my concern with some group.”

  "I asked Shadow what was happening.”

  “Shadow answered, 'This is a situation that occurred just before your first birth into a physical bodysuit. It is an experience you had eons ago. There was a plan in place for volunteers from various Divine Families to birth into Earth families. The intention was to spark awake the consciousness of humanity which had been dulled and entrapped. You were one of those volunteers. The Divine Families in the Galactic world regions still held the memory of Earth's original plan. Because of the intentionally created density around the planet, the memory of the first volunteers to Earth had dulled. With no remembrance of the original mission, Earth's energy increased with contamination and density. Her inhabitants were less alive, more fearful while the mission receded into the shadows’.

  "I said to Shadow, 'The mission into the shadows? Fear, the dullness, the sense of dense burdens sounds like what I saw every day on the streets.'

  "Shadow continued, 'You are right. Among the first volunteers to enter their Earth bodies was Myra, a close friend of yours. She realized that something was very wrong. Shortly after her birth, she called to you and asked that you check out the systems in her physical body suit. As you did, you found extensive problems. Circuitry within the body had been manipulated. An overlay at the brain stem allowed Outsider societies various forms of control. You realized that these re-engineered body blueprints locked humanity into slave existence. And the circuitry path for spiritual maturation was missing. That is what you are reporting to the Council. You realized that there was no way this mission could succeed."

  "Just a moment," said Rory. "I want to think about that idea."

  He sat and thought about some of his clients. He recalled those who had tried so hard. There were many with inappropriate behaviors, ways of thinking that sabotaged life. Some had stunted maturation that social systems assumed were caused by early childhood injuries, and some clients had little or no emotional responses at all. In treatment, one situation would be uncovered, addressed, desensitized, but it would lead to another, and then another. There seemed to be a mushrooming effect. It took daily, sometimes minute-by-minute, effort to stay focused on health. For some, it was too much. Time and time again he had looked for more information; more skills to break what seemed to be impossible cycles. What if what he saw was caused by crippled systems in their physical body? He wanted to hear more.

  Rory nodded.

  Pam spoke, "It was during that conversation that I realized that the name I had assigned my unseen friend, Shadow, was perfect. He was helping me to remember what had been hidden and lost.

  "Shadow continued with his explanation to me. You knew that these malfunctioning systems would make it impossible for the volunteers to succeed. In these bodies, they were crippled, locked into a matrix of domination, usury, and even death. Your Soul companion and some of your dearest friends were already on the Earth in those physical bodies. That is why you are so concerned.'

  Pam continued, "I saw a woman standing in front of that gathering, and instantly I slipped into that body, I was her. I heard someone speak. I knew that it was Sela, the President of the Council.

  "Thank you for bringing this to our attention. We knew that there was crippling in the physical suits,' Sela said.

  "Then, why was this mission permitted?" I asked her.

  "It was intended that the energetics of the mission participants would override the malfunctions of the physical body's systems. That would have been the easier way."

  "That is not happening," I responded to her.

  "However, we did have a backup plan," Sela continued. "As you know, there are highly evolved and prepared Beings who have volunteered for this birthing plan. They know that the Earth mission is the hope of the Galactic family. Unless we identify and remove all traces of the Outsiders with their deceit and entrapment world, our families are doomed. There were many considerations for each segment of the mission of this new planet. Two stipulations were to assure Laws assured that individual choice dominated. And the second is the law that stipulates that imprints in the energy fields will broadcast their imprinted message causing energy to slow and manifest.”

  "Then I saw another member of the Galactic Council stand to speak.

  "It is also assured that those mis
sion ones are guided and watched over. However, they are at free choice to say "yes," "no," or to be neutral for a time. Eventually, they will remember and know that something is wrong. As they wake up and acknowledge that fear, violence, greed, and domination are not the reflections of their Divinity; they will reach for answers. Waking up, they will take back their lives and begin making decisions that will enable them to shake off old control patterns. As they demand help for themselves, they will receive answers and great Spiritual Support.”

  “Until then, we will continue to stabilize the fields of energy around the Earth."

  Rory thought of those clients who came to him. He has seen that those who were able to admit that they had a problem and to ask for help began to find answers. Pain often forced them out of their denial, their victimhood, or their refusal to see that life was not okay. It was difficult to help someone who would not or could not see problems. No matter how clearly others saw the need, the person had to decide. He brought his attention back to Pam.

  "Then I asked Shadow about the systems in my body. I asked, "Are my systems correctly connected?" I felt a new presence, a very loving woman. She whispered, calling me Dana, "Dana, once you enter the physical bodysuit, your systems will need corrections and old crippled energies imprints will need to be transformed. In every physical body, systems reflect the trauma experienced and stored within the psyche of humanity beginning with the Fall thousands of years ago. So much is ignored in earth societies. Abuse or neglect, whether it is real or imagined, will cause disruptions. That is true in all Earth beings. Broken bones, broken spirits, broken dreams, broken brains."

  “I heard a new voice, "Pam, it is Sela here. Your increasing pain has pushed you to look for more, to wake up and to ask for help. It is critical that the mission you were assigned by this Council begins. Now is the time for the change it was to bring.”

  “My mission?” I asked.

  “Yes. There is so much of the purpose and history of the Earth mission that has been lost and even intentionally hidden. You are tenacious and courageous enough to dream awake the bones of the many aspects of the original Earth mission, lessen the density of denial and awaken others to their Earth assignment. You will not stop asking questions until you restore the truth of our Galactic family. We need you there. That is why, no matter how much you wanted off the planet, you could not leave. We thank and salute you for your courage.”

  "I sat on the grass and cried. There seemed to be hope for me, maybe hope for this planet. All I could think to say was, 'I'm willing!'"

  Promise to Gaia

  In a city far from where Pam told Rory her story, Bob felt drawn by the mountains. From as far back as he could remember, he had loved nature. He and Nature seemed linked at his first breath on the planet.

  As he drove, stories of those who predicted the planet's destruction ran through his mind. There had been many over the years. The punishment of God. Tyranny and greed in nations. Cities falling into the sea. Mountains crushed, deserts raising, the end of life. Earth being destroyed.

  Love of Gaia, awe at her beauty, reverence for her creations, and appreciation for her patience swelled his heart. As a child, he had heard the trees. They told of community, of safety, and of love. The songs of the backyard birds nurtured his soul. He never questioned their calming voices.

  As he grew older, he heard the stories about Earth's end, its destruction followed by peace. He had accepted the "plan." Armageddon was the way life would unfold he assumed.

  It wasn't until recently that he questioned the need to destroy something that was so perfect and beautiful. By then he had grown to understand the fantastic gifts of healing and wisdom that the Earth holds. The forests and meadows, the peaks and valleys, the plants and animals were not incidental to life. They were life.

  Ending wars and killings that made sense. Stopping abuse and hatred - that Bob would support. But destroying his mother, the Earth and her gifts? That was crazy. And he began to demand a change in the plan, whatever the plan was.

  As he sat by the lake this morning, the sun played hide and seek with the billowy clouds. Bob remembered the day he had first decided to take action. He had gone off by himself, backpacked into a pristine field surrounding a lake. He came to the meadow with a very troubled heart. Newspaper, TV, and even a friend at work were talking about the latest concern: the destructive violence, the end of the planet.

  He had stood by the lake and faced toward the sun. It seemed as though the strength from unseen forces flowed upward into his feet anchoring him solidly to Mother Earth. The energy filled him and coursed upward through his outstretched arms and out his fingertips. He spun slowly in a circle, arms outstretched and cried out to the Sun, the Giver of Life.

  ”I do not accept the idea of Earth's end! I will not let go of my Mother, the Earth. I will not allow destruction and abuse of her creations. With whatever authority I have, I call for an end to that which is truly false and endangering, the dishonest and fear-based behaviors amongst humankind." He had cried out from a deep space within. ”I do not accept the idea of Earth's end! That which is true and beautiful and life-enriching will be protected and maintained!"

  He had felt like a pole of energy, a vortex. Slowly he moved, anchored from some unknown core place, and spoke words that amazed himself. Bob saw a vision of the Earth lifting, lighter, cleansed, and sparkling in the morning sun. He felt an overwhelming love flow and fill his body. His heart opened and sang. He cried tears of joy, and voices he had sensed but had never heard came, "Thank you!" From that time on, Bob knew that the Earth's choice was to birth into more life and love and joy. He knew and held that vision for her with all the power and strength he had.

  On this weekend trip into the mountains, he felt the importance of again commanding and anchoring the vision for the planet. It was time for those on the mission for her to wake up, to remember the original purpose of the Earth and to ignite their assignments.

  A meditation opened for him, and he followed the directions.

  “Let your consciousness drift back in time. Sense the dimensions of clear Light. Feel the peace, the love, the contentment and the Oneness.

  "See the Earth, a sphere within greater Light, imagine her connection to unlimited source. See joy existing and filling this sphere. Boundaries surround the Earth and protect the flow of untainted Universal energy. Nothing can diminish her Divine purpose. Mother Earth secures her space in complete harmony and love.

  "All elements, earth, fire, water, air, minerals, plants, and animals are freely available to bring Good for all in the Web of Life. Life flows with honor and balance. All Earth lifetimes reflect her wholeness. All contrary energy has been transmuted into Light or removed to its place of origin."

  With that meditation firmly broadcast, Bob sat down and let the sense of love continue to fill and lift him.

  CHAPTER 13

  The Mission Unfolds

  Pam's conversations challenged Rory. He could not deny what he felt while sitting with her. In spite of the pain, there was some clarity and strength. He decided to try on the concepts that seemed to offer more tools. The sense of warmth and good that washed over her was the first. He found himself listening to people differently. He looked into their eyes. He heard them. He waited for indications of joy or passion to emerge so he could encourage and nurture it. And at the back of his mind was the question, "Is love of life, love of self, love of others their motivation?"

  Many worked to meet bills and felt burdened. Some felt the intense heaviness of surviving which left no room for feelings, period. Others were caught up in causes fueled by blame, judgment or fear. Others were busy clawing up some corporate ladder or looking for someone to fix them.

  Whether he looked at people in his life, in his practice, on television or in newspaper articles, there seemed little evidence that joy, love, and trust were their foundations. He saw some who, at times, seemed to radiate warmth and lightness, but that came and went. It did not seem to be consi
stent.

  He was especially aware of his feelings. He knew that he was busy, tired, frustrated, and sometimes satisfied. There was never a time during the next two days that he could consistently identify with what Pam had described.

  Now he was sitting again with her to hear more of her story.

  "For a few days after my experience, I watched myself and others. Some of the craziness began to make sense. I could see the possibility that if humans were in a crippled inner state, they would act in the ways that I saw around me," Pam began.

  "I tried to will myself back to feel the brush strokes of love, but it did not happen. I wandered to the park, sat under the oak and nothing happened.

  "Then the third morning, I awoke and just felt that today I could hear more. I remember thinking, 'Shadow, please help me to know what to do.'

  "This time, Shadow told me to find the group of willow trees. They were on the far side of the park, closer to the baseball field.

  "I took my bundle of possessions and hurried over to that area. I sat down and thought, 'Okay, I'm ready to know more.'

  "Then I remembered the law of this planet that my request was the key.”What do I want to know?' I asked myself.

  "And so I started with questions.

  "It is possible for the individual circuitry to be corrected?"

  "Yes," came the answer from Shadow.

  "Is the circuitry incorrect at birth?"

  "'Yes. There are major disconnects and overlays within every human vehicle because the blueprint was re-engineered to create domination. The energy field of and beyond the body is further impacted by unbalanced imprints manifesting from stored experiences within families and cultures. Also, individual experiences carried over from other lifetimes are in the unseen life flow. These imprints will show up as problems, diseases, violence and other ways, even in a baby. Increasingly, as the child matures, the imprint manifestations become more evident. Most problem patterns that seem to begin later, say at age eighteen or thirty, were actually in the field all along."