Revelations of the Aquarian Age

by Barbara Hand Clow

“It does not matter. I was in such terrible pain for so long that I couldn’t keep going any longer. It is all right; I go to my maker in peace.”

  But he wasn’t going to his maker, that Lorenzo knew. Something very strange was going on, so he followed his intuition. “Antoni, why do you want to merge with David Appel? Why have you returned to be with David?”

  David shuddered on the couch, feeling like he was thousands of years old. He watched many lives in a long line drawing back in a great stream into the mist. He could go right back through them all, right now here on this couch, a rocket ship through time. The exquisite geometrical light around his body informed him that this visitor, Antoni Gaudí, had more knowledge than all the wisdom he’d ever attained. A high-pitched, tight voice squeezed through his larynx translated by his third eye from an odd foreign language, Catalan. “I . . . I . . . I have to go there. I, that is, David must go to La Sagrada Familia. I have to see if they are doing it right. I . . . I have to go back to my house. David, you Appel, you have to go there with me. That is why I follow you. The Age of Aquarius is rushing in, the light I saw during my life that nobody else could see. I see it in realms you can’t see yet. I have to go see my helicoidal nodes, my towers and glass, to see if they are intersecting and spinning with the light as I planned. If something isn’t right, I can fix it up here, but I can’t see it in your dimension. You have to see with me, soon! You, Appel, you must bring Sarah, your daughter-in-law, with you.”

  “David,” Lorenzo broke in firmly, “is this all right with you? Do you want to listen to him? This is the past, yes, your past, but still it is the past. You don’t have to do anything it asks. Do you want it to go away? I can make him go away, forever, and we can talk about what came in. What do you want me to do, David? I am at your command.”

  In response, David zoomed right into the wracked body lying in the hospital to merge with the last vestiges of Antoni Gaudí’s breath as he passed on. His solar plexus lurched because it was like being with his father when he died. But this man wasn’t his father; this was himself in the life just before this one. It wanted something from him, wanted him to do something. It felt like he needed to create something new, and all he had to do for this man was just keep going, so he trusted the possibility. “You want me to go to Barcelona, do you? You want me to go to La Sagrada Familia with you? You want me to see for myself and with you, to share that fulfillment with you. You want me to go to your home? I will. Yes, I will, and I will see if Sarah will come.”

  Lorenzo was tapping his fingers on his knee after putting the crystal cylinder back on the table. “David, with your permission, may I enter into this? It’s a bit odd to have one’s previous life come around to ask you to do something for it in the current moment. Since I’ve never experienced that or heard of it, may I ask a favor of Antoni? Just so we can be sure you will be fine in this lifetime? This life is the one that matters.”

  “Sure, why not?” David replied. “I’m not afraid of who I once was and how I died.”

  “Yes, but you must be very sure you know where your current time node is located. If you don’t, you may go insane; it happens to people every day, whacked right out of reality and can’t get back. I’m not operating a time machine; this tower is not Dr. Who’s telephone booth. You could get stuck somewhere. Also, we don’t do Faustian pacts here either.”

  “Ask your favor of him, he will answer,” David replied in a level voice.

  There was a long pause. “Hello, Antoni,” Lorenzo said in a light and friendly voice. “If David takes you to La Sagrada Familia and the home you love, will you let him go after that? Will you please promise me you’ll release yourself out of time if David does that for you?”

  The tight high voice came back through again. “Many of us are coming back now with the Age of Aquarius. All I want to do is be in my created space to integrate it with these powerful vibrations. When I designed it, I didn’t know what I know now in the ninth dimension. That is all, and I will let him go. David will receive the full gift of my spirit body, my universal cosmic soul. That is all.”

  “All right, David. It’s time to come back into this room. I’m going to count from eleven back to three to bring you back, and then we will add two and one.”

  Ten minutes later they were sitting in the leather chairs in the alcove. David was calm and invigorated. “David, this is virgin territory for me. What did you feel and experience?”

  “I love Gaudí’s work, always have. He’s one of the great nineteenth-century geniuses. I’ve taken the family to Barcelona to see his work; Simon loves it. This encounter might be an ego boost for some people, but it isn’t for me. Feeling his energy body—whew!—will change me forever. His energy body is immense and exquisitely geometrical. It was like being a flower stamen as its petals unfold, or like being in the heart of an astonishing geometrical creation when it forms. Expressed more exactly, science thinks that large crystals grow over a few billion years. Melding with Gaudí’s form was like being a crystal seed experiencing all its growth in one hour. I’ll never be the same again, and you bet I’m going to Barcelona as soon as I can. I want to experience the vibrations of Aquarius intersecting with La Sagrada Familia through its creator, Antoni Gaudí, when he apprehends its correct completion. My god, what an opportunity! What an amazing experience that will be!”

  19

  The Story of Time

  Tuscany was hot and sweltering in July. Pietro asked Armando to come talk with him late in the evening after the breezes coming up from the ravine had refreshed the genealogy room. Armando thought about his father as he walked up the wide stone stairs. Maybe our family has protected the real story of Jesus and Mary Magdalene? Perhaps my own father has some of the missing pieces.

  The heavy old door opened slowly making the hinges squeak as the bottom of the door scraped the old red tiles. Pietro stood in the alcove enthralled by the aromatic Tuscan evening. The sawing spiny legs of cicadas and crickets were playing a symphony to the stars rising above the distant mountainous horizon. Matilda and Jennifer were below in the living room enjoying time together.

  Sitting down in a cushy velvet chair, Pietro smiled at his son. “Welcome to this room, our place to contemplate our family’s role in Italy. We’ve barely touched the surface, it is time to go deeper, and I must admit I think we need to speed up. Even though you are not the kind of man who absorbs facts easily, images from far back in time flow through your hands. You are ready to remember things that most people have forgotten, your lineage, the Pierleoni story from the ancient days. Remember, we helped design Siena Cathedral. The story we’ve been told about the human race on Earth is false and is used by the elite to retain power. But, now the true story of Earth is breaking through.

  “The story of human life in Italy for the last 50,000 years is recorded in Siena Cathedral. The floor mosaics portray renowned sibyls who still speak, Hermes who knows all, and the story of Jesus and the goddess there by the sides of the Last Supper window surrounded by the goddess, Artemis. The records of the sibyls, the alchemy of the magus, and the sacred marriage will be revealed. We are the guardians of this knowledge. We were nearly exterminated a thousand years ago when the Church tried to eliminate anybody who knew the truth. Yet, the Church realized essential knowledge had to be stored somewhere, so they patronized artists to veil it, portray it in real stories encoded in art all over Italy. Siena Cathedral holds the keys to the most ancient wisdom, Paleolithic astronomical alignments to the swan constellation, Cygnus.”

  Armando looked up at the family crest on the ceiling, a swan in flight above the snake in a circle swallowing its tail. “Father, I’ve always wondered about that swan above the snake. Does it symbolize flight and migration? Often I dream I’m a swan in flight.”

  “Hmmm . . . Magnetic crystals in the brains of swans orient their flight to the constellations marking the precession of the equinoxes by their migratory flight. Your innate awareness of these flight paths means you were born with this k
nowledge. Of course, all potent symbols have a surface meaning; then underneath there are more layers, keys to evolutionary records. Right now, our planet is on the edge of destruction, everybody knows it. Esoteric secrets must come to light now because power mongers are grabbing everything left on Earth, since they think they can exhaust our planet and then fly to Mars. They think money will save them, but we can’t eat money! The only thing that can save Earth is remembering our true heritage, which always emerges for a while during the changes of the ages, transition times when advanced individuals can transfigure, become their greater selves while alive. Every woman is a goddess, every man a magus, both long for wholeness in sacred marriage.

  “Right now we are an insane species because our story of the past has been distorted for 12,000 years. So listen to me very carefully, Armando . . . Our family crest reveals the circle of Earth time, the story of the last 17,000 years.” Pietro pointed up to the crest. “The circular snake is a symbol for the cycle of the Great Ages, the 26,000-year-long precession cycle, Earth’s cosmic orientation. The astronomy is very complex, and the astronomers have it all wrong because this cycle was called The Great Year of the Pleiades. But, all that matters now is attunement to the passage into Aquarius. During the vortex for this shift—1998 through 2020—we are integrating the early Aquarian field ruled by the planet, Uranus. Many are going crazy because they can’t integrate the Uranian transformations. Conversely, many are making huge breakthroughs such as you have with your painting of Jesus and Mary. When I saw it, I knew you were ready for Swan Wisdom.”

  “May I break in?” Pietro’s affirming nod was a relief because Armando thought it must be hard for his father to put this complex story together for him. “Please help me orient. My painting expresses something that happened two thousand years ago, yet you are talking about a much greater span of time. Why is my painting part of the story?”

  “I can only say a few things about that because the main information that I must pass to you is so complex and mindboggling. Jesus came to deposit new consciousness that would mature all the way through Pisces for two thousand years. You have portrayed what he came to reveal, and your painting opens this awareness to others. The deepest elements of his teachings are finally available because we have gone through the sexual revolution after escaping Victorian repression. The Aquarian fields are helping people access cosmic energy, especially sexually as love discovered person by person; we are on a new level. That is the long story that we are living out, as you are with Jennifer. Now I need to tell you the story of time for the activation through 2020, only a few years from now.”

  Armando relaxed back in his chair to take in a pile of complex information that would pack his brain. I have to understand this, or I can’t make the right decision about revealing my painting to the world. “Okay, I’ll do my best to understand.”

  “In our crest the swan is taking off in flight above that section of the circle that marks a specific time—the Age of Libra around 17,000 years ago to 15,000 years ago—a time when we were enlightened. Our mentality began to decay around 15,000 years ago, and then we were traumatized by a series of cataclysms that were the most extreme around 13,000 to 11,500 years ago. During the last fifty years, science has found the evidence for this catastrophic phase—the Younger Dryas, the Gothenburg Flip—global remnants of cosmic catastrophes when our planet suffered extreme climatic oscillation characterized by rapid cooling, warming, and rising seas. We are experiencing similar climate stress again and remembering what happened long ago. Around 11,500 years ago, something bombarded our solar system and the Earth was nearly destroyed, a time when another planet—Maldek—was destroyed, and its orbit is filled with remnants, the asteroid belt.” Pietro was seeking the right words but stopped talking when he noticed Armando’s face.

  Armando had an expression that Pietro had never seen before, as if he’d been bashed on the head. His eyes were wide and he was breathing heavily. “Excuse me, but for some reason this information is too much for me. Facts make my brain go blank, but what you are telling me is piercing a primal part of me, a place that knows this is true and knows I have to remember it. I’m having rapid flashes of inner light in the back of my skull right above the top of my spine. Isn’t that strange? Why would I respond there?”

  “That response is very revealing. It’s what happens when people access repressed traumatic memory, like recalling early childhood abuse as you have. That part of your brain is your reptilian brain, your memory bank of past trauma. At this point in time, Aquarian rays are penetrating that part of the brain in everyone, so difficult for all of us. In popular culture, these cataclysms are called the Fall of Atlantis. However, due to the trauma repression, any scientist, historian, or archaeologist who mentions Atlantis is deemed an idiot even though most people resonate with the story of Atlantis—the Fall—because it actually happened! During the last fifty years, science has found evidence for these cataclysms, and their data exactly parallels the story of Atlantis. Many educated people now realize Earth’s history before 12,000 years ago is the story of Atlantis. Ancient legends are repositories of repressed human memory that is denied because of the horror attached to them. After all, if it could happen long ago, why not again? Also, the story of Atlantis has been obfuscated. For example, many people say Atlantis was an advanced technological or extraterrestrial civilization, but there’s no evidence to support that. In fact, it is an elite diversion concocted to make people think our ancestors caused the cataclysms. This makes people feel guilty, they can’t think clearly, so they don’t see that we are the ones threatening our planet, now. Do you follow me?”

  Armando was breathing heavily and trying to calm down. “Just go slowly, father. I don’t understand a lot of what you are saying. You told me these stories when I was a little boy. I’ve tried to grasp these ideas for years, but my brain fogs. Now I feel how important they are; I need to know this.”

  “Okay, son, I’ll explain it as best I can, and do ask me questions. I did tell you the story of Atlantis when you were little, but after you were abused, you were afraid, so I stopped. As I’ve said, many people realize we experienced terrible cataclysms around 13,000 to 11,500 years ago because many popular books have been written about it and the evidence is accumulating globally. Our species is in the midst of a mass trauma awakening, a very exciting moment. But, when our species went through the difficult recovery phase until around 6,000 years ago, when civilization appeared, we struggled just to survive. The point is, we not only went through horrible cataclysms, we also lived through a long traumatic survival phase, and now our species threatens Earth.

  “Pierleoni records go back to the Etruscans, who still retained the memory of their homeland on the Black Sea that flooded 7,600 years ago, and these ancestors retained stories going back many more thousands of years. We’ve kept these stories waiting for the time to release them. Our family crest reminds us we were once enlightened, the thing we need to recall to make the transition into the Aquarian Age. Millions need this story so that we can heal our trauma to get our sanity back, as you did by working with Lorenzo. Will our species destroy Earth? We will be in contact with the universe during Aquarius, but we can’t get there without healing our trauma first; we can’t pollute the cosmos with human violence.

  “Experts, such as the British researcher Andrew Collins, have discovered astronomical orientations that match our Pierleoni records—the pathway of the swan to the stars that opens the skies, the star Deneb in the Swan constellation. This is a big deal because awakenings happen when science detects things.”

  “Father, I feel stuck in the survival period you’ve alluded to. I suppose it’s because we don’t know much about that time? I mean, everything was destroyed as you say, and people came crawling back. I can imagine destruction, since they do that scenario all the time in disaster movies. But after that, you say things were a mess and we don’t know much about that time? Is that what you mean?”

  “Indeed, we d
on’t know much about the survival period because we repress the really horrible memories—people eating other people just to survive and women systematically raped just to get children to carry on lineages, like the Fallen Angels in the Bible. But, critical information about that period is emerging with the discovery and excavation of Göbekli Tepe in Turkey, scientifically dated to right after the big cataclysm! Göbekli Tepe’s discovery has pulled the human timeline further back to the survival period; the site makes sense out of other strange sites and artifacts scientists have puzzled over. Now Armando, what we are talking about tonight could fill twenty volumes if we filled in the details, so I’m going back only to our ancient records. But first I’d like to further elucidate the technological story of Atlantis because that false interpretation has diverted many intelligent people, a confusion that you may have yourself. I want to clear it away before completing the true story.”

  “Okay,” Armando said getting up for a glass of water and one for his father. “Tell me the false story of Atlantis.”

  “Atlantean legends are ubiquitous. The earliest totally reliable source in the West is Plato’s Timaeus. Plato was the first great historian because whenever he’s been put to the test, he’s accurate. Plato said Atlantis fell around 9500 BCE, the exact scientific date of the global cataclysm! That is really amazing, and even more amazing is that Plato described the culture of the last Atlanteans in detail in the Timaeus. He says they were weird and primitive, so unlike us that hardly anybody pays attention to what Plato says. He says they were a primal, bull-sacrificing, male-dominant group of powerful magicians, not technocrats running laboratories and blowing up the world with charged crystals. In other words, people have projected modern foibles and faults onto the Atlanteans, we can’t relate to them, so the thread to the past was cut.

  “Considering how Plato describes them, they were the last remnants of the Paleolithic cultures that survived the cataclysms, for example the Magdalenians, a Southern European people who were very deeply in touch with nature, magic, and the energy of their own bodies, great geomancers who understood Earth’s power. Their Megalithic culture left behind many stone formations that mark places of planetary power, knowledge that goes back to Swan Wisdom. But, I’m loading too much on you.”