AND THERE YOU GO
We'd driven over four hundred miles without a break. Lily enjoyed doing the marathons. I see myself as a butterfly, a fish in a stream, and so, although I need to always keep moving, I like little stops, looking at the world's biggest ball of twine, or the corn cob palace in Iowa. Sort of like Michael in that movie, Michael. I don't smell like cinnamon buns though.
Lily had the glow, plugged in as she was to her CD on hypnosis in the autistic population. I'd hunkered down into Atonement, my fall back novel. In the evenings I still put myself to sleep with Douglas Adams, but during daylight hours, Ian McKewan tells it like it is.
Lily's hand came to rest on my arm, and that was very pleasant, until it wasn't anymore.
She began squeezing my arm so hard, it felt like an Indian burn. I turned to her, ready to start yelling, but then I got a real good look at her face.
She was blankly mesmerized. She sort of looked like a zombie.
She was staring straight ahead, completely lost, completely gone. I got, real fast like, that this was a very dangerous situation. We were rocketing at 75 miles an hour, and here is Lily, frozen. Oh. My. God.
And then something very odd began to happen.
We very slowly, very gently, began to float upward.
I know that sounds crazy, believe me, I am aware of how weird this is. But that's what happened.
I was on fire with curiosity and this amazing relief. I was just giddy, I remember. We're lifting higher and higher off the ground, and I know I am going home. Through my tears and laughter I gathered Lily's sagging shoulders, making my body into a cradle she could nestle into. No need to be afraid, dear friend. No need to be afraid. Not now. Never again.
SPACE PORT
Our car came to rest in a place that looked, to my great disappointment, like a big garage. I had hoped a space ship would look less like a movie set.
Lily began to stir, and she looked at me with big, watery eyes full of an unusual horror.
“Dear heart, everything is fine. Look into my eyes. Hear me. Feel my hands,” I chanted, “You are encountering turbulence, and that's all. It's just like Delores talks about. Shake it off, that terror, can you do that? It's not real. Maybe it's an overlay. Remember what Bashar says. It's just a collision of belief structures! The terror is the dissonance. Do you remember?”
Lilly shook her head a bit. Her pupils dilated, constricted, came to rest where they should be, and appeared somehow lighter to me.
“What the hell just happened?” she asked, calmly and politely.
“Well, it would appear that we've been tractor beamed into a space ship. You were driving, and you had a little catatonia, and then, well, here we are, in a very clean, well maintained garage. Apparently in a space ship.” What else, after all, could be said?
“So,” Lily asked, “How did we get from the ground up? I have always wanted to know what that's like. Did the little greys, the little androids, were they here?” She was working herself up. “Gosh, I have always wanted to see them. I want to tell them I think they are really ok. You know that.”
And with that, she slugged me, nice and gentle, two team players replaying a vital, a key play.
“Well, there were no greys, and I didn't feel dematerialized or spinny or anything. I think it's funny we are both sitting here,” I paused for effect, “Feeling gypped. Look where we ARE, for Christ's sake.”
“You know I don't like that language,” Lily admonished.
“And you know that I am convinced that guy, above all, is not going to mind me my name dropping. He just doesn't care. I don't know why you should,” I reminded her, at my prissiest. “Anyhow, all I was saying is, this is a pretty awesome predicament, really.”
“Thanks, friend. I'm right there with you now. I'm better. Thanks for the adjustment.” Lily was once again grinning, enthusiastic, my energetic puppy dog once she's on to something new. Such pure joy radiated out of her. Such a perfect picture of health. She said, “Let's get out of this car!”
They were waiting, on ether side of the car, for us to finally make that decision.
OLD FRIENDS
These beings were pretty humanoid, bigger heads, almond eyes, kind, kind eyes, and smaller, slighter bodies. One of them stepped forward, and did a very curious thing to me.
He put his thin, dainty hand right over my heart. And then, oh my, the download I received.
It was Bashar.
He'd come to welcome me back.
My oh my, what a pleasure this was.
Although there is much that was shared that must, for now remain private, there is much that Lily and I were given which we were given directives to share with anyone willing to learn. This is a soul group, a civilization, to which we each have energetic ties, in different ways, so much of the instruction was done with different groups, which was still fine with me, but regrettable, in its own way.
It turns out that during my time getting schooled, Lily got in very tight with the navigatrix for the ship, and by extension, was able to meet some very well respected scientists. Lily has been talking about anti gravity for so long now, and there she was, at the foot of masters, who could remind her of all the dreams she's had, and more fully explain the newest propulsion systems, the foundations from which they came. She got an ear full.
Of course, we spent three days on board. Nothing less would be appropriate. It was a very good visit, one which further cemented our utter weirdness when once again introduced back into the wild, among those who think of nothing more than what is right ahead of them, condemning anything different than their way of doing life.
CATCH AND RELEASE
It was decided that the gentlest way to end our time together would be to get deposited on our driveway. Road tripping just seemed too disorienting, after having been plucked from the earth for three days of deep down instruction, and the loveliest of homecomings.
That evening, Bashar gave Lily all the encouragement she would ever need to make that wonderful transition from ship to earth. Together we sat in our dusty El Camino, gently being settled back onto our parking apron, then that moment of uunnhhh, landing, feeling the gravity once again take effect.
We got out quickly to watch them, and they did a drive by for us.
They explained that because of their vibrational signature, most people cannot visualize their crafts. If they are seen, it is because they are wanting to be seen, plain and simple. They have to lower their vibration to be seen. So we knew the drive by was harmless, that we had, in essence, some pretty amazing invisible friends.
We each dragged in a suitcase and a travel bag, and greeted a tidy house, and three very lonely cats.
BEDTIME SNACK
I rolled my suitcase right to the laundry room, firmly telling myself I would get to that first hing sometime this week, and then headed to the kitchen. I could hear pots and pans. Surprised that Lily would have any interest in cooking, I made the corner to see Sabrina and Eddie putting food on plates, ready to serve.
Lily and I always enjoyed it when Sabrina and Eddie cooked for us, because they always knew what would taste the best to us at any given moment. Therefore, they were rocking chefs, and it was always close to orgasmic to eat their food. It eased the intrusion just the right amount.
Lily and I gratefully dug in, waiting for the conversation to turn, turn, turn to service, to adventure, to travel.
“Tonight,” Sabrina began, “We have a gift for you.”
Funny how with these guys, you could actually feel their feelings. Both Lily and I got a big rush of joy and anticipation, and that sweetest of experiences, delight.
Eddie was fairly squirming, and the joy and the blazing pride he was displaying was just a bit too brilliant, sort of blinding. He was clearly very excited about something.
TICKETS
“Your visit with our dear brothers was gratifying to witness,” Sabrina said in her lovely, formal way. “We wish to instruct you now. It has to do with the vibrational signatures that their culture was teaching you.”
Eddie started, “You can't see something until you are able to see it. And who is in charge of what you can see? You. But you, this you, is still in amnesia, here and there, and this amnesia is a soulic one which will remain with you to whatever degree.” Eddie took a professorial tone, and continued, “You see, we are always growing. This means we are always in a state of becoming, of being. This implies that we can never, ever know everything. We are constantly becoming more.” he sighed, loosened, smiled, and asked, “The amnesia is loosening, isn't it, guys?”
“Well, now it has, yes,” Lily said, “Quite a lot, really.”
I nodded in agreement, and all eyes were back on Lily.
“The end of the lesson is that you may not be aware yet all that you are ready for. Your signature has indeed been altered, raised. You will feel physical sequelae for a few weeks as a result. Much water, much sun food, and rest, please, whenever you need to. You two know that portion of the drill.”
Lily settled into her chair and said, softly, calmly, “It's just that, now, you have earned yourself a different, bigger variety of experience, due to your willingness to spend the effort you exerted with our brothers.”
“And, it's our way, to celebrate this sort of thing,” Eddie added shyly, surprisingly so. He said, “We recognize your service. I was enchanted with everything you did. And Jane, I want you to keep writing about those experiences. It's important that people know about the shifts you saw.” He coughed, paused, gathering himself. “It's just that, well, you guys have earned a vacation.”
His toothy grin lit up the room, and we all started laughing. It was true, really.
Sabrina lilted, “We have chosen quite the venue, and I think you will have many stories from your time there. Everything is in place.” She paused, reconsidered, then said, “You will know when it is time to go. You will state this, with intention, as we always do when we are not together. And you will then have tickets delivered to your home. They will be to the destination which holds your highest good at that moment in your story. All resources will be available to you, you will have no restrictions of any sort.”
She approached us, holding each of us close, telling us, as a mother would tell her most beloved children, “And you will go there. You will find peace and joy there. And we will be there with you, in our own way.”
With that, Eddie and Sabrina disappeared, triumph in their faces.
