“Would you like some water or tea perhaps?” Sensing David’s reaction the Sampan Man moved onwards quickly. “Then we’ll get straight down to business.”
David nodded nervously. “I received a call from a dear friend of mine, someone I trust. She described a story involving her friend in England. The young lady is distraught because her boyfriend disappeared suddenly. She has direct experience with portals and she suspects her boyfriend is possessed. She sent me this image of him retrieving cash from an ATM in London. I will direct your attention to his neck.”
David passed the Sampan Man his printed sheet. The Sampan Man studied the image and returned the sheet to David. His hand was shaking but he didn’t make a sound. “Well, what can you tell me Sampan Man?”
What is it that you want to know?”
“I want to know everything, the truth.” David stared hard at the Sampan Man.
“The truth is rarely pure and never simple.” The Sampan Man rubbed his chin with his fingers.
“Oscar Wilde, from the Importance of Being Earnest,” he said.
“Which act?” He flicked his eyes upwards in a fast motion.
“Act one.”
“And the date?” the Sampan Man questioned.
“Is this a test?” David was starting to get irritated.
“The date?” the Sampan Man repeated.
“1895.”
“Good. You’re an educated man; I have no doubts about that. Oscar Wilde was 41 when he wrote those words. You have your whole life to live but I envy your knowledge, for such a young age. The question is, how much knowledge do you want? Once you know, you can never go back to simpler times. Once you know certain things, different types of people become very interested in you. They want access to you and they will want to track your whereabouts. Some of these people have strong motives and they’re not well intentioned. They’ll want to know where you live.”
“Who are they?” asked David leaning in.
“Just they,” the Sampan Man flashed a stern look; he was not going to explain. The visit had felt strange. Normally they would meet for the Sampan ride and the tone was always friendly and cordial. Today seemed strained and disjointed. Was he ticked off because of the break in routine?
“I need to tell you some information. It’s why you came here but I’m cautious, because I don’t know if you’re ready? Are you ready for the responsibility of this knowledge?”
David stared at the Sampan Man in an aggressive challenging way, “Yes.” The Sampan Man directed his eyes to his clenched hands. “I’m heading on a plane to England tomorrow. I’m going to talk with the young woman who has experienced the portal.” David pointed to the image, “I intend to help her find this man. I know it could be dangerous. I would appreciate knowing what I’m stepping into. You know something that will help me, don’t you? That’s why I’m here, because I knew you would.”
“Okay.” The Sampan Man eased back into his chair and took a long deep breath. He exhaled in a noisy fashion, as if contemplating his next move. “You’d better hold on, because I don’t know how far down this rabbit hole you’re willing to go. I have the ability to blow your mind wide open. I know that you collect portal artifacts and you know more than most about this subject. A few powerful people also know about portals. They don’t know where they are or how to activate them. This type of power corrupts. They will abuse this knowledge and create issues through their irresponsible misguided actions. This has been the fear for the keepers of this knowledge for thousands of years. This knowledge cannot fall into the wrong hands. For thousands of years,” he repeated. “Sit comfortably for this will take a while to explain. Be patient and don’t interrupt. I’m only going to explain this to you once, so concentrate. It’ll lead back to your young man here but be patient and let me finish.” The Sampan Man lifted his eyes and looked at Matt’s printed image resting upon his coffee table.
“Current thinking suggests that recorded history starts between 5,000 to 7,000 years ago, in Egypt and Iraq. Most of the theories are a bit sketchy and easily debunked. Some believers talk about a powerful culture, advanced for its time. This culture existed in a place now submerged. Atlantis has been over romanticized in books and movies. This is a fabled place, where all manner of fanciful things are supposed to have happened. I’m not interested in Atlantis. I want to go back before Atlantis, 30,000 years before Christ.
Can you even imagine that? I’m not talking about lizard people or aliens; forget that stuff. I’m referring to a period of about 15,000 years before the early writings of Egypt. Was there an advanced society of humans that has shaped and influenced societal behaviors today? Plate tectonics suggest a shift in our landmasses. Large plates have broken apart since this time. It’s impossible to relate the location of such a place on a map of the globe today. Many who believe in this advanced society try to locate it in the Indian or Pacific Ocean. Tamil writers of India, Inca artists in Peru, Maori elders of New Zealand and native Indians in California, all tell of this place. It existed in the old world and suffered a cataclysmic event that almost eradicated this culture’s existence.
In 1864 zoologist Philip Slater wrote a controversial article on the anomalies of Mammal Fauna, which suggested a significant shift, and amalgamation of continents to form what we see today. This gained acceptance before plate tectonics and continental drift were even contemplated. A secretly funded group researched this theory. One insider called Melchior Neumayr broke ranks to publish his book Erdgechichte in 1887. Controversy grew around the missing link fossils. The only explanation was a missing land bridge, a continent now lost. Ernst Haeckel, a German, using the fossil record as his justification, advanced this concept.
We go a little crazy after that with all kinds of characters advancing theories of sea creatures, aliens and mystical lands. Some were encouraged, to act as a smoke screen to camouflage the truth. The truth can be less fanciful but still astounding. Could a large land mass disappear under the ocean? This would force its inhabitants to flee and disperse across the globe, taking their culture and wisdom with them. Sound fanciful?
In 1999, a Joides Resolution research vessel was drilling in the Indian Ocean. They discovered a large Island. Submerged about twenty million years ago, this Island offered up evidence in the drilling samples. Pollen, seeds, wood and other signs of land life, were found in the 90 million year old sediment.
Let’s go back to our mysterious island. Helena Blavvatsky named this place Lemuria, in the 1880’s. She spread a lot of misinformation about root races and egg laying lizard races. It was all very entertaining. It was a great smoke screen for the privately funded research into Lemuria. The Englishman William Scott Elliot described Lemuria as, “A continent that occupied a large part of what is now the South Pacific Ocean.” I have to laugh at the fertile imagination of some people. If we stick with Lemuria or whatever you want to call this place, enough noise has been generated to confuse everyone. There’s enough credible evidence to suggest that Lemuria existed. I’m not talking about continents or lizard people. I’m talking about an island of some considerable size. This was a volcanic Island, which existed a long time ago. The Islanders were advanced in many ways. Using their knowledge of mathematics, they watched the stars and specialized in building pyramids. They had strong cultural ties and formed an orderly society built on peace, respect and education.
The Egyptians, Plato and various groups of Indians, all speak about this culture through their art and their ancient writings. All of these diverse sources are eerily familiar and consistent across the globe. They talk of an advanced culture with a multitude of gifts. One gift stands out above all others. Some of the Islanders had managed to move higher in their collective connected consciousness. Through meditation, they had managed to change their natural vibration. They had managed to develop their third eye and could communicate using thought. They could connect across distance and were working to develop connectedness across time.
Only a select few
had managed this progression; they were members of the Twelfth Church. They valued education. Children were schooled until they were twenty-one years of age. The most gifted and enlightened were groomed as spiritual leaders, progressing through the Churches and the various levels. They were encouraged to hone their skills. Only eight Masters, surrounded by purple and white auras, had progressed to the Twelfth Church. One of the Masters was named Cryanna. She had managed to break through to the next level of mastery. Cryanna could change her natural body vibration patterns to communicate with dead spirits. She would receive flash visions of the future. Cryanna was asked to form the Thirteenth Church, known as The Great White Brotherhood. The white in the name referred to her new aura, pure white. She had selected five of the most promising students to teach these new powers. They were sworn in as ascended Masters.
Cryanna used crystals, mined from the deepest parts of Lemuria. These glass-like crystals had strong healing powers but were powerful in other ways. Cryanna knew that she could program the crystals using her mind. This skill was taught in the Tenth Church. Using her highly developed third eye, Cryanna had managed to channel her ancestors from another time. They had given her a prophetic warning. The volcano on the Island would erupt and eradicate the entire land mass. She had horrific visions and prepared the Islanders for this impending event. They built large reed rafts, stocked and prepared for the fateful day.
When the volcano started its early remonstrations the Islanders activated their plan to leave in an orderly manner. The Thirteenth Church had stored artifacts and Lemurian crystals to be transported by the rafts. The crystals contained valuable information, needed in the new world. Designers, scholars, politicians, engineers, farmers, artists, cooks and people from all walks of life boarded the rafts. Cryanna had foreseen the destruction of the Island. What she had failed to see was the swiftness of the eruption and the resulting tsunami. Large waves crashed upon the rafts. Most of them sank taking with it the knowledge and skills of the Lemurian people.
Days before the eruption, Cryanna and her pupils were working on a complex problem. Can it be possible to take a free spirit of pure white energy and store it within a Lemurian crystal? How could you open up a portal, using your meditative mind, to provide a home for a spirit when it passes through? Cryanna was close to solving this. She had developed eight crystal pendants, each selected for their pureness. The best crystals, expertly programmed by Cryanna, were ready to provide a temporary home to a traveling spirit. Each Master wore the crystal around their neck, held by a gold clasp in the shape of a distinctive sea serpent.
The Island exploded; the volcano’s force blasted the hard mass into pieces. It fell to the sea floor taking with it earth’s most advanced culture. It’s chronicled by many cultures around the planet. Augustus Le Plongeon died in 1908. He claimed to have translated ancient Mayan wall carvings. These were older than the Greek or Egyptian civilizations. He claimed that a Master from Lemuria kick started the culture of Egypt. They thought he was a living God. Others fled to South America and as far away as China and India.
James Churchwood builds upon these findings in his book, ‘The Lost Continent of Mu,’ published in 1931. The drilling in the Indian Ocean proves that civilizations can be lost to the sea. Large decorated rock monuments, many a storey high, have been found submerged on the ocean floor. They’re strewn across the Pacific. They stretch from Japan’s Yonaguni underwater site, to cryptic petroglyphs on Hawaii’s Big Island. Samoans still talk of a place called Bolutu, where the power of the mind can affect matter. This was a place where a Master could walk through a tree. The Maoris, through their oral traditions, recall arriving from the sinking Island of Hawaiki. It was described as a vast place, the other side of the water. These cultures were prolific builders and built pyramids to assist with the charting of the heavens and establishment of the next pole shift. They were trying to tell us something David. They were trying to tell us when the next polar shift would occur. The Earth will shift and wipe societies complacent smile from their face. They were trying to warn us.
Decorated Inca stones found in Peru show primitive maps, it shows a lost land mass. Private groups have collected evidence of this nation and have tried to harness their powers. We know of their existence from ancient manuscripts and sacred fables, passed down through the ages. Even Plato referred to a similar place, in one of his famous documented speeches. It is believed this civilization existed tens of thousands of years ago. Earthquakes, volcanoes and floods eradicated this civilization twenty four thousand years before Christ, as the Earth’s poles shifted.
Some of the rafts sent forth from the Island made it to land safely. It’s believed some landed in South America. They taught the Mayans the calendar and the star system. It’s believed some landed in and traveled throughout India. The Rig Veda speaks of the three continents that were. The Popol Vuh or Maya story of creation, talks to the epic escape to dry land. This story takes us to 2012. Before the ancient volcanic upheaval, this society was known to worship the sun. David, it’s interesting that both Egypt and the Mayans were converted to worship the sun. Each developed writing skills and each built pyramids.
The spiritual Masters of Lemuria were given different instructions to the elders and society leaders. Once they reached dry land, they were told to head to the tallest mountains and create a sanctuary in the clouds. Here, they would be safe from future floods. They travelled for many years, to find the place they had seen in their visions. Only three Masters survived the floods. Cryanna drowned, she did not make it to dry land safely. Each Master left with a set of carefully assembled belongings, containing programmed crystals with sacred teachings.
Finally, after years of walking and climbing, the Masters had reached their sanctuary in the clouds. They had reached the place to re-establish the Thirteenth Church. They would restart the spiritual teachings of Lemuria. High in the mountains of Tibet, they established a place to house the Thirteenth Church. They called this place, The Monastery of the Eight Rays.
The three Masters created a school. They taught sacred geometry, the golden mean and the Phi Ratio. The Masters meditated, they changed their bodies’ natural frequencies using the power of their minds. Sometimes they would disappear into trances that would last for days. They would talk about astral travel. This was travel of the mind, released from the shackles of the body. They could raise their body temperature using the mind. Stories are told of the freezing cold nights on top of the mountain. The Masters would wrap their bodies in sheets, soaked in ice water. After intense meditation, steam would start to rise from their wraps. The Master’s bodies would evaporate the water using their body heat. The Masters could talk to each other across great distances. They had harnessed the ability to spiral their conscious thought patterns into higher frequencies of knowing.
For hundreds of years, the remote location protected the sanctuary in the clouds, from countless invaders. Each year, a few wiling students, were admitted to the Great White Brotherhood. Only the truly enlightened could join the Brotherhood. They were contacted and educated through their minds. They demonstrated purity of thought. This advanced frequency resonated with the sanctuary in the clouds. Many thought they were talking directly with the Gods themselves. I don’t know David, perhaps they were.
This school, within the Thirteenth Church, slowly became known to the outside world. The existence of The Monastery of the Eight Rays has always been denied. Tibetan leaders simply laugh at the absurd notion, dismissing it as pure fantasy. It’s a fantasy, that a place would house a group of spiritual leaders, blessed with knowledge and wisdom from long ago. It’s pure speculation that each modern day leader would commit to a self-journey of enlightenment. It is said, that students present today, are learning to harness the power of their minds. They learn to vibrate at higher frequencies and develop a pure white aura. This will give you entry into the Thirteenth Church and allow you to influence people through your thoughts and dreams. It will give you access to wisdom a
nd knowledge from countless people, alive or dead.
Do you get it David? If you can resonate at this frequency, you can be there, at the sanctuary in the clouds. You can learn from teachers who are still physically there, as well as teachers long since gone. All of the living students, in the sanctuary in the clouds, have purple and white auras. They aspire to pure white auras. They’re spiritually wealthy and it will take many years of devoted study, to be admitted to the Thirteenth church. If you’re lucky enough to progress to this frequency, you’ll join the likes of Kumara, Christ, Buddha, Krishna, Kukulcan, Cryanna and others. It is the spiritual center, located right in your own mind.
Through your mind, you can enter the afterlife and access knowledge. Many people want this access with instant gratification. Many want to open a portal and be able to pass through it to feel the power. They’re not enlightened. They haven’t developed their skills and are ill prepared for this experience. Power corrupts and they’re not ready.”
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