This is my offer to reach the Kingdom's Door
This message is addressed to anyone who can listen...
The young lad was running scared among the streets of San Diego crossing the street carelessly. His heartbeat could be heard from a thousand houses beyond, he was nervous and felt guilt the entire time he rushed through the sea of cars and people standing on the sideway. He was constantly looking at his watch as if it was reminder of how late he was. An indeed it was too late… Though not for him.
Our mission here has ended…
The old man was sitting in a plastic chair as he spoke to an audience. The message was relevant and important to share. The living room from that house was rearranged to serve as a conference room. With him placed high and front of the group he was speaking to. The ceiling projector was screening behind him a composition of stars and galaxies as if the viewer was traveling through space. The lighting was accurate to show a familiar face explaining across the “spoken truth”. This was the perfect scenario and was according to the context of the meeting.
He called himself D and was the master of an advanced consciousness group as they called themself. At his age, he felt strong and full of life. No matter how old and crazy he was to other people, his stamina came from the group. HIS group. It was an important moment for everyone in the room. Years and years of effort, conferences, talk show presentations, street preaching and phone conversations had come to a logical conclusion... at least for everyone who was present there.
We tried to teach you that we came from a distant space and time. And we are about to return. If we compare our source with your religious literary experience, it would be called: "Kingdom of Heaven".
D spent his entire life learning about life and purpose from many “unofficial” or “nontraditional” sources. He was an extremely intelligent and experience person with extensive knowledge of medicine, physics and mathematics. His voice was engaging and not subtle at all; that’s why he was so convincing. His beliefs were meticulously formed to add reasoning and possibility to an alternative (and probably logical) truth. He was consistent and defined by purpose. That was the reason he managed to incorporate his students to the group, to his earthling purifying movement called "Dynamic Awakening".
The Evolutionary Kingdom above humans means exactly that: transcend what we are, leaving everything behind; all that you are in order to become more: light, knowledge, consciousness. Not all of you can achieve it. Not all can embrace it.
“Not like the lazy clown of Vincent” D always thought to himself. “He will never reach his potential and always be running late for everything”
And running he was from the beginning. Vincent turned left on the dirty aisle behind the stores. He remembered a public phone booth was just around the other end and rushed to it. He was dodging trash bags, homeless people and street barking dogs. He looked at his watch again and grunted in desperation. Finally, he reached the phone booth and even when he had trouble inserting the coins to connect the line, he dialed 9-1-1
“911, emergency response” said the operator on the other side of the line
“We must stop them; they are in great danger. Please help me stop them” cried Vincent intensively
“Sir, can you tell me who is in danger”
“Them… They don’t know what they’re doing”
“Are you hurt”
“F*ck!!”
The students brought clothing in neat and perfect condition. They were all wearing black robes on top of their traditional casual shirt and pants. As if it was a special religious ceremony... and it was. On the upper left side of the robe, a sewn logo that symbolized the group and the purpose they were representing: a space rocket launched through space and crossing a open gate. The word “Away team” could be seen below the image. They never stopped smiling. They never acted unsecured.
That was the end of the conversation. Vincent hung up the call after knowing there was no more time to waste. The timer on his watch indicated him that IT will happen soon. He realized he needed to reach them by himself.
To be in the class, there were set of requirements to comply. And all the students knew it. All of them were aware of what is was need. And all of them willingly did them.
The human nature must be removed in order to embrace the next level. This means transforming from an earthling shape a highly tuned universal coding. Our current body works only earth. Just as cars only work on land. To transform we need preparedness. And my students did precisely that through discipline and achievements.
With a wave of D’s hand, a person stood up from the group. It called himself Naggi. One of D’s first students to join him. To be there meant you had to reject your birth name. All the group’s names were given by their leader according to the sounds that inspired the presence of the student. Hence Naggi was born.
Without hesitation, Naggi placed himself on the side of his leader facing the crowd. All of them clapped his assistance.
This is not our body, we borrowed it when we came to planet Earth. We cannot enter the Evolutionary Kingdom above human trying to live a good life in this body because this body stays here once it expires. The only way to go back is as reincarnated beings. Beings without categories. We needed to be cleansed of all distraction. And become one without distinction.
With a quick movement Naggi lifted its robe. IT wasn’t wearing pants and its skin could be seen. At least what it was left of it. There was something missing. Something was removed. Something that, if present, would define it as a man. Surgery marks decorated its pelvic area as a reminder of who it was before. All the men on the group followed the same procedure.
A quick glance at the group and it was clear that all had the same haircut: extremely short almost as if they were bald. Women and men. Same look. It was difficult sometimes to differentiate gender. That was normal for them but for the people outside the group it felt odd. They were all one and the same. That was the important thing. That was the heart that had kept the group together for more than 20 years. The real family. The outer family.
Vincent had the same look when he was in the group. He was wearing very big eyeglasses even though his sight was never a problem. The real problem was that he started to doubt the group, the teaching and the methods. That’s why he left. He was not convinced of the latter part. He knew the plans. He did nothing about it.
And now we must return these bodies, because we are leaving. We have fulfilled our purpose. We have been asked to bring information to the Evolutionary Kingdom above Human and share the experience. All my students are bringing their experience back. Those of us in this room have the access roads and we go there. The Contact channels are here ... in the sky ... in space. The Hale–Bopp brings closure to our many years of classroom here on planet Earth.
But now he was running so hard that he was feeling his chest bursting into flames. Never he ran so fast and so long. But he needed to get to them. Hopefully there was still a chance. Just few more blocks he kept running. He was feeling tired but could not stop now. The hour was near.
Each of the students held in his hands an item that was wrapped in large black cloth. Most of them ran their fingers over it as if appreciating the detail of a sculpture. Everybody was eager to continue their assigned activities and waited for the approval of their leader. They were not going to disappoint. Not now. They were waiting anxiously. That was the ticket to leave. The winning ticket. They firmly thought that all their studies during these years finally were going to bear results. Who will call them “cult of crazy people” now?
“Except for that f¨cking Vincent” D managed to let out in his mind one final disappointment to the one who left them. “Not for him will be knowledge and significant meaning”
This is not suicide. Suicide is being unconscious in a conscious body without fulfilling the purposes you were sent here from that Kingdom. We will only leave this vehicle of existence to pass to another one. It is like the firm education that is given to a child, it is not hatred nor anger. It is transcendent teaching. Look at us like this.
The house was just there, Vincent saw it as soon as he turned right on that last street. The magnificent view of it was the place where he was also living with the rest of them. He knew the front door was going to be locked and he went around to reach the back door. The fresh air entered from there and was always opened. Rule of the house.
The back door was opened but there was another obstacle: A high brick wall was standing between him and the aisle. It was placed recently in his absence. Sh*t. Fortunately, a tree was on the side. He needed to climb it to get in and it took more minutes that he intended to. The way up was difficult and demanding. But it was necessary.
You know the information, you know the truth that we have passed you, rely on it when you see our books and our teaching. You can follow us. I can be your pastor from the Evolutionary Kingdom above Human. But it must be soon. Do not ignore this video or these words. You can be part of this story.
Thank you.
And with that, the camera stopped rolling tape. Now the journey began for real.
D tried to get up from his chair but deep inside his age was taking a toll on him. None of his students helped him but they were all cheering for his small success to stand up. He saw each one of the student’s faces and gasp with joy. There was no nervous, no material desires, no tears and no hate. With quick glance to their faces he already told them in silence Godspeed, and they all understood. They replied with a bigger grim on their faces.
He lifted his hand upwards and immediately each student got up from their chairs and, still smiling, they went to their rooms to follow the exit instructions their mentor had written them in detail. They opened the black cloth and there was a box beneath it. Inside the box the was and a five-dollar bill, a purple shroud, apple juice, two tablets of phenobarbital, a shot of vodka, and an instruction list to prepare a “special blend” for the take off.
The students sat to the edge of their beds preparing for a departure. Mixing all the ingredients and drinking it afterwards. The five-dollar bill was placed on the side of their bodies with the number visible upwards. That was fee to come aboard the space vessel. After everything as on place, their bodies were lying down on their bed with the purple shroud on their faces
The minutes passed and the ceremony was coming to an end. Member by member, they were leaving this world. D was supervising each of the student’s departure. He looked proud and satisfied with their accomplishments. One by one, he confirmed the students were on their places, gave each of them a low-voiced pray and kissed their Black Nike shoes they were all wearing. He walked slowly to his private bed and smile at a picture of an alien hanging on the wall. "We are coming to you" he thought
It was only a matter of time for him to leave. D knew inside out all the protocols for a safe departure. He waited until all his students were gone. On the side table, there was a cup of the “special blend” and with a quick zip he drank it. Soon he will be joining the rest of the group. His mind traveled among memories and experiences and it resonated clearly on his head. The concept they were after: For this is the essence of the Law and the Prophets. Enter through the narrow gate. For wide is the gate and broad is the way that leads to destruction. A last smile appeared in his face: Small is the gate and narrow the way that leads to life.
And then, silence invaded all the rooms: It was done.
Finally, Vincent entered the house. Struggling and screaming the names of the members waiting eagerly for a reply that never came. He went looking for every room, every space on the house and found:
Nothing… No one.
With great remorse on his face, Vincent walked in defeat to an empty living room. His head was a confused bag of ideas none were clear but all appearing at the same time. The reminder of his failure. Something he was going to live with the rest of his life
But he noticed something glaring from the floor: A Note written on black ink. He slowly reached for the paper and as he read it his heart exploded in disbelief:
WE ARE NOT HERE ANYMORE
With tears and bitterness flowing furiously from his eyes, Vincent shout out his rage to the empty space: “Come back, don´t live me here”. He fell on his knee being devour by his permanent sorrow, crying tiredly. Knowing he has just lost the opportunity.
“911, emergency respons e”
“I need to report an anonymous tip regarding a mass suicide”
Small is the gate and narrow the way that leads to life….
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Probably is not as mysterious as other tales that are out there, I remember clearly seeing the news report about it a very long time ago.
It shocked me.
In a way it planted a seed in my mind: Trying to understand the meaning behind every mystery. Or at least theorize about the whys
And that’s probably how I got to set the format of my page.
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