2014 (continued): CHAPTER ONE, PART THREE: TROUBLE ON TERRA. Eonurai, third degree empath and healer, had sent a message to Ga explaining that they ‘need to talk’. In the message she communicated that it regarded the Greys and that because of reasons concerning information security, they should use the special high-security obsidian-lined telepathic communication cylinders. They were to communicate from each of their locations in exactly one hour. Eonurai would take contact from her permanent work terminal at the Brazilian Eternal City of Universal Light (‘Gangros’). Ga knew that such a message was not a mere social call, and that it must be a matter requiring immediate attention. Ga had little direct experience with the Greys. He knew that they came from Zeta-Reticuli One and Two, which is a binary star system many light years away from Terra, and that they previously had been associated with human abductions and conspiracy with the ‘Terra Elite’ (the highest military, political and corporate officials in the most powerful countries on Terra). Most of the details behind these activities and cooperative agreements were yet to be revealed, as it was determined that the shock to both those still trying to survive on the surface and below the surface of Terra, as well as those who had ascended to the Eternal cities precluded a premature revelation of just how complex and illusionary life on Terra had been – especially since the intentional governmental, military and corporate ‘Great Deception’ which began in the early 1950’s. Ga had been provided with minimal information regarding the types of Greys, their inability to reproduce, their biology, their need for human DNA for survival, and their hunger for human and other mammals’ bodily fluids, proteins and soul energy. He also had been given bits and pieces of information regarding exchanges of technological information with the Terra “elite” for permission to abduct and feed off of a certain number of humans and animals – as part of a long-term contractual agreement. They (the Greys, and their humanoid accessories) were largely responsible for the increasing number of abductions and missing persons on Terra – especially children, and adults with ‘prime DNA’. Ga’s first sighting of a Grey was eighteen years ago, in his expression as Mikael, while living in a log cabin in the woods near the town of Nittedal, outside of Oslo. He and his Chinese Crested dog had been walking the back road towards the gravelled entrance to the area where the log cabin was located. When they approached the last declining slope at the top of the hilly road snaking its way to their destination, both Mikael and the dog spied a young person about 1,2 meters in height and seemingly dressed entirely in grey clothing from head to toe. The young person was alone, and was investigating some foliage on the side of the road. Both Mikael and the dog had stood there watching the young person for a few seconds when the entity quickly looked up towards them and sprang across the road, disappearing into the forest within a split second. This was a most surprising sight and experience for both Mikael and the dog, and they carefully made their way down to the spot where the entity had stood – but found nothing but trees and rocks there, and a lingering odour. Instinctively, Mikael knew that he had seen his first specimen of the race known as Zeta-Reticuli. He felt no fear, but recognised that the entity’s energy and smell was different from that of other non-Terra and other dimensional beings he had previously encountered. There were more than enough problems on Terra at the present time, demanding much of those living above the vortexes in the Eternal cities of Universal Light. The nuclear and biological accidents, the food shortages which were further exacerbated by hypernova radiation and undersea volcanic activity (which added to dramatic climate changes), and mutation of the Ebola virus all added to the many other social and mental health problems affecting the some 15 million inhabitants still trying to survive on and under the surface of Terra. There were many from other star systems cooperating in the cleanup of Terra, but the Reptilians and the Greys were not among them. The Greys had much knowledge of Reptilian technology which the Terra Elite had wanted – both for peaceful and non-peaceful purposes, and the Greys were concerned with two things: escaping the power the Reptilians had over them, and evolving by help of human DNA so that they could preserve their faultily cloned race. Fortunately, the technologically advanced Arcturians and the Lyrians had struck a deal with the faltering Terra Elite just before the Intervention, thus making further cooperation with the Greys unnecessary. Ga knew that there were still Greys operating on the planet but did not know where they were specifically, or what they were up to. Ga was excited as he entered the communications cylinder. His retina identification was approved and the doors of the cubicle closed shut – enclosing him in silence. He directed his concentration towards the Brazilian Eternal city and telepathically invoked Eonurai, while visualising her image. Within seconds her live time image appeared on the see through crystal contours of the cylinder. “Greetings, most Honourable Eonurai ! It is, as always, a pleasure to be in your company,” said Ga, smiling so intensely that the heat from his aura field emitted a pulsating low-grade light. “My dear Honourable Ga !” responded Eonurai. “Indeed, it is always warming to come together. I see from your aura that you are well, and that the long distance healings I have sent you have had good effect.” She continued: “The reason that I have taken contact with you now is that I received some information while at a meeting at the Terra Command Headquarters in the Eternal City of Universal Light above Mt. Shasta which I have been asked to communicate to you specifically. You are highly regarded by those at the intelligence section at the Command Headquarters and they wish to engage your skills in a fact-finding mission of utmost secrecy. Your discretion is of extreme importance, and you are instructed to report back solely to Kartion, your fellow Seventh Heaven angelic guard who is first in command at the intelligence section. The reason that this message has come through me instead of directly from Kartion is that all direct top-secret communications from his office are – as you know – logged in the internal registry. At this time he desires to have an “on site”, independent report compiled before presenting evidence to the Higher Intergalactic Command. His associates have made a number of findings that arouse curiosity but these must be confirmed by another, independent source. There is reason to believe that Scandinavia is very much in focus in regards to the circumstances in question. Therefore, Kartion – knowing of our frequent cooperation otherwise – has asked me to function as an intermediary in providing you with information regarding this special assignment.” “Yes, I understand Eonurai. As you can tell, I am anxious to hear about this assignment ... and I am honoured to have been entrusted by our beloved Kartion.” And with that, Eonurai proceeded to explain to Ga the assignment, stating: “First of all, I must give you some background information regarding my own special planetary healing work at this time – which has to do with reseeding the genetic pool of the human race.” Ga’s telepathic skills were fully sharpened as he listened to Eonurai’s description of one of the Intervention’s most important projects. CHAPTER ONE, PART FOUR: RESEEDING THE GENETIC POOL ON TERRA – AND THE THREAT FROM ZETA-RETICULI. “As you know, Terra was originally genetically seeded by the Lyrian races and angelic entities. You are also aware of the Arcturians’ and Lyrians’ role in helping Terra to avoid mass enslavement and genocide by the Orion Empire and their lackeys: the Zeta-Reticulians. While the Arcturians’ advanced technology spared Terra from a massive attack and invasion, the insatiable desire for power and technological supremacy by the elite on Terra had enabled the Zeta-Reticulians (the Greys) to slowly gain a strong foothold on the planet over time. This has, of course, also contributed to the state of disarray that made the Intervention a necessity. While the healing of Terra is an enormous project involving many souls from the Interlife, ascended souls now residing and operating from the Eternal cities of Universal Light, and significant resources (both in terms of mind power, manpower and technology) from other star systems in the Divine Confederation of Intergalactic Workers of the Light, such as the Lyrians, the Alpha Centaurians, the Arcturians, the Sirians, the Vegans, and the Pleiadians (to name just a few), it is evident that fundamental Intervention in the form of genetic reseeding of the human race is vital for future generations living on and below the surface of Terra. “What we are actually talking about here is a ‘re-start’. It has been decided that Terra will continue to function as an important training arena for soul development, but it is apparent that the environmental abuses, destruction of the natural food chain, nuclear fall-out, biological warfare research, and chemical and genetic experimentations conducted by both humanoids and the Greys (conducted by the Greys upon those abducted, and by humans through ethnic and minority group cleansing) has altered human DNA so much that it needs to be reconstituted. Otherwise, future souls who incarnate on Terra will have an increasingly difficult process – the challenges of which are in excess of the soul development issues they have chosen to work on while down here. We shall, again, employ largely Lyrian and Angelic genetic material but there will be an influx of Arcturian and Pleiadian genes as well. This brings me to the challenge we are facing in terms of the Zeta-Reticulians. “The Orions – who are not part of the Divine Confederation of Intergalactic Workers of the Light – have tightened their hold on the Zeta-Reticulians even more, and the Greys’ revolutionary movement to free themselves from their power has led to even more Zeta-Reticulians emigrating to Terra the past year. Despite their technological advancement, the Greys are still unable to reproduce sexually. Most of their reproduction takes place through laboratorial cloning, which eventually makes the race weaker and weaker because new materials do not come into the genetic pool. Despite the abductions, the feeding on humanoids’ bodily fluids, experimentation and attempts at studying the human reproductive system, the Greys have not – in all these decades – found a way to reproduce themselves sexually. That is, until recently ...” There was a slight pause before Eonurai began again. “You see, intelligence sources have learned from the Arcturians that the Zeta-Reticulians think that they may have stumbled upon a way to reproduce sexually by way of transplantation of humanoid reproductive systems combined with emotional implants which would enable sexual arousal in Greys. These implants would artificially provide the Greys with conditioned emotional responses, which in turn simulate secretions from the brain to the newly implanted sexual organs. Their long-time studies of humanoid body fluids has finally begun giving some results in that they have now been able to reproduce the insemination and conception process in a laboratory experiment upon a couple of Greys whom have had humanoid reproductive systems transplanted into their bodies.” Again a new pause, with silence. “So, I know that this sounds bizarre and impossible, but I would remind you that it was the Zeta-Reticulians who introduced the technology of cloning to humans, as well as several advanced surgical techniques ... not to mention brain wave simulation implants. Of course, these experiments are no longer carried out in cooperation with the earlier Terra Elite – but they are encouraged by the high command of the Empire of Orion who essentially has temporarily ‘overlooked’ the Greys’ insolence. Not that they care so much what happens to the Greys, but the remaining population on and below the surface of Terra would be additionally endangered were the Greys to step up their activities and experimentations on humanoids on a large scale. It goes without saying that the number of humanoid bodies that would be destroyed in this insane science project is highly problematic for the residents of Terra and for our healing work, which is already challenging enough. It is supposed that the Greys will concentrate upon Northern populations (as in Scandinavia, Iceland and Greenland) because of the relative purity of genetic make-up as compared with most other parts of the world. In addition, the Scandinavian race still has remnants of the red-haired Lyrians who are well-known for their hot temperaments and their high fertility – both of which the Greys find to be quite appealing genetic qualities to develop.” “I understand, Eonurai. But what is my assignment exactly ?” asked Ga telepathically, and almost so loudly that he could hear the thought vibrations bounce off the curved walls of the cylinder. “Your mission, Ga ... your mission is to choose one trusted colleague from your station at Kristiania, and to infiltrate the surface areas with surviving populations in Scandinavia – looking for evidence of increased abductions and activity by the Zeta-Reticulians. This would mean, of course, that you cannot operate in a Fifth Dimensional mode as you usually do when patrolling the surface areas. You must interact with the humanoids solely on a Fourth Dimensional level. You and your colleague will each be provided with a Terra identity and the surface level authorities will be advised to clear you so that you may work and move about freely. However, you are not to interfere with the ways or the destiny of the humanoids, as they are still in the process of advancing towards ascension – and self-determination and free will obviously apply despite the Intervention. I know that this makes it rather complicated, but both processes must coincide with one another. It is simply the Divine Progression of the soul.” “I understand, Eonurai. And how do I make my report back to the intelligence section ?” “It has been decided that your findings shall be communicated to me, and I will communicate them directly to Kartion. I know that this seems rather roundabout but an eventual reaction by the Higher Intergalactic Command must be based upon accuracy, and the appropriate response must be firm and correct, which calls for a hierarchical chain of command. And who will your colleague for this mission be ?” “’Ifafi, of course. He is best suited ... and we complement each others’ skills and perceptions quite well,” replied Ga. “Ahh, ’Ifafi,” replied Eonurai with a smile. “A wiser choice could not be made. Very well. Godspeed and may the Strength of Eternal Truth be with you !” “Thank you, most honourable Eonurai. I will brief ’Ifafi on the essentials, and we will depart as soon as I have received word from you that our Terra identities have been established and that the surface level clearances are in place. A simple telepathic communiqué will suffice. Be well, and ‘Namaste.’ ” “Namaste, most honourable Ga. We will speak again soon.” And with that Eonurai’s image faded from the circular crystal screen surrounding Ga. He turned towards the opening of the communication cylinder and directed his right retina towards the sensor, thus opening the door. He headed back to his abode to rest for a while. ’Ifafi would not be back from his shift on Iceland for several hours, giving Ga time to reflect upon the mission and to remember his own transformation process from the Third Dimension to the Fifth. “What a gnarled path that was ... ” he thought to himself. He put on the symphonic recording of Zingara sten farno he so adored, and drifted from memories to dreams. CHAPTER ONE, PART FIVE: MEMORIES FROM HIS LIFE AS MIKAEL. Ga knew from a spontaneous “re-birthing” experience he had had during a primal therapy session almost forty years ago that he had had some misgivings about being born onto Terra that last time around. He could still remember the incredible sensations from the moment of birth – his entire little body convulsing with orgasmic reverberations, which were both extremely exciting and terrifying. He was clearly suspicious and wary of leaving the moist comfort of the ‘Maternal Darkness’, and clearly did not feel ready – not ready to be born, and suddenly uncertain as to whether he really wanted to incarnate at that time after all. (He was – in fact – born almost six weeks early, and spent some time in an incubator before being allowed to leave the hospital and begin his new adventure.) Mikael vividly remembered the shocking journey through the tunnel towards an artificial Light at the other end. The experience seemed vaguely familiar, as it was in many ways similar to the process all souls undergo after death. However, there were no orb-like guides and soul friends that coaxed him through the darkness to the Light ... he was violently expulsed from his mother’s womb into a world of unfamiliarity. And he wondered from the very beginning: “Have I made an error ?” The feeling of being “different” never left Mikael, and prevailed from his earliest memories from childhood throughout his later years as a mature adult. He lived very much in his own world, and his closest friends were – actually – unseen entities from the Interlife and other dimensions (or other “densities”, as beings from other star systems prefer to say). Mikael developed a direct relationship with “God” at an early age, and always longed to escape his life on Terra. At the tender age of eleven, he prayed daily to God to take him back home – both out of a genuine feeling of “homesickness”, and also in order to escape the meaningless suffering he experienced through various forms of physical and psychological abuse. At one point a priest had told him that he would always “wear the sack cloth”, as that was part of his mission and destiny in this life. Those were tough words for a twelve-year-old, but they were well meant – and not so far from the truth, as things turned out. The more different Mikael felt than his surroundings and the “stranger” he seemed to his family and those he stumbled into contact with, the more he withdrew into his own world – together with his own invisible friends ... and consequently, the less he actually fit in on Third Density Terra. Having always been clairvoyant and interested in the mystical and the occult, Mikael spent much time both reading about mysticism, occultism, world religions, parapsychology, and developing his own personal skills at reading others’ energies – first as a parlour game using Tarot cards and palm reading, and later by assessing the personality traits and energies of others and then following the natural progression of their patterns to a prophetic conclusion regarding what they would attract to themselves. This, together with his creative sense of imagination ... coupled with memories from previous lifetimes on Terra, only increased others’ view of him as “weird” and “strange”. Already as a teenager, Mikael began experimenting with astral projection and psychokinesis. He remembered lying down on the lawn in the local park and visualising his body being lifted incrementally higher and higher, testing out his control by lowering it and raising it a few times before finally letting it drop – abruptly stooping into a past lifetime. The most memorable of these first past life regressions was once seeing himself looking down upon his dead body, floating in a large body of water. Scattered about around him were bits and pieces of wood, buoyant in the watery stillness – reminiscent of the quiet before ... and just after a storm. Mikael then took himself back in time – some twenty years. His next vision was of himself as a young man of some eighteen or nineteen years, setting off a coastal inlet in a small fishing boat. Years later, in another past life regression guided by another, Mikael learned that he once had been a Viking and was among the first to visit what is now known as Newfoundland. He recognised the two lifetimes as being one and the same. As Mikael’s psychic abilities increased, so did his interest in regards to investigations into religion, mysticism and the occult. He studied Zen Buddhism, the Kabbala, Sufism, Anthroposophy, he read the works of The Theosophists and Alistair Crowley, and eventually ran his own pagan covens ... and later became a member of a Sufi order. At the same time, Mikael’s psychic connections with the Divine Spirit and with guides from the Interlife increased both in intensity and frequency. These “other worldly” experiences were usually experienced alone, but also occasionally while together with others. They ranged from experiencing the room being filled with White Light while meditating with several others in a darkened room (something only Mikael experienced) to crossing over into another dimension (truly Fifth Density) together with his girlfriend, who – together – experienced a period of several days where they saw and greeted friends and acquaintances but were not seen or sensed by others ... to experiences with guides from the Interlife and with entities from other densities who briefly appeared, disguised as Fourth Density personages. Usually these personages appeared abruptly, exchanged telepathic communication or commentary with Mikael and then disappeared rather quickly. It must be understood that in those years – the 1970s, 1980s and the first half of the 1990s – many persons (who later came to be known as “Lightworkers”) had various such experiences, and the New Age craze created many theories regarding who these entities were ... and much speculation as to one’s own spiritual-genetic heritage. Many confused “angels” with “aliens” and “spiritual guides”. It was all so new and so exciting that it was quite difficult to know with whom or what one was communicating, what their intentions were ... and when other humans (or when we) were being “used” to communicate through temporary embodiment in humanoids. Mikael had, himself, experienced both that others suddenly assumed another personality while speaking with him, and that he himself had been embodied by other entities that channelled through him. Mikael quickly learned to exercise his Free Will and to decide himself whether he would agree to channel and, if so, to insist upon not giving up total control or consciousness over his presence. Through a series of personal psychic experiences Mikael became increasingly aware of both his own personal guides – which ranged from Ascended Masters to Interlife guides – and his own spiritual genetic connection with the Angelic realms. His own channelling skills became strengthened, and he was often engaged by other humanoids to encourage souls (who were trapped or who chose to remain in their previous habitats) to cross over to the Interlife, and he was also sometimes asked by the ‘dead’ and various guides to communicate messages to humanoids. There were many personal soul development lessons that Mikael was (himself) subjected to as well. These ranged from learning the power and consequences of manifestation and visualisation to ‘accepting’ the seemingly gnarled path of personal spiritual evolution, and personal and collective soul development. He had always felt a sense of urgency ... even though he knew that time and space did not – in actuality – exist. He struggled intensely with understanding much that could not be understood or embraced from a mere Third Density perspective. Although uncertain as to where myth and fantasy sometimes intersected with reality, one thing was certain to Mikael: the Terra-experiment was in danger – once again – and a cleansing was inevitable ... just as had occurred on Terra previously, and as had been experienced by other civilisations and empires in other star systems. There were – true enough – many predictions that had not come true regarding the transition of Terra from a Third and Fourth Density planet to one which vibrated its reality on the Fifth Density. However, as the veils of illusion were gradually lifted and those that maintained illusion were exposed, several souls realised that many (if not most) of their intuitions and channellings had much truth in them. Things had just happened a little differently than the age-old predictions of clairvoyants through time had been interpreted – partly because adjustments had to be made for socio-political and cultural-technological understanding at the time of these predictions, and partly because nothing is written in stone. Free will has had (and will always have) a major role to play in terms of personal and collective soul development and spiritual consciousness. “No,” thought Ga. “Looking back, many of us were on the right track ... but it is good that we did not know more than we were ready to accept at any given point in time. We were not evolved enough to use the information wisely, and mass disillusionment with the illusion and with the Great Deception would have caused many more of us to jump ship before the moment of Truth.” Ga looked up from his sleeping cubicle (which resembled a high-tech casket) and looked about the small room in which he resided. There were no photographs, and no mementos from his life as Mikael. They were not necessary. His memories were both intact and totally integrated – not only from his expression as ‘Mikael’, but also in a greater perspective over the course of several lifetimes. The only “holes” were some memories from the Interlife. He had acquired much knowledge of the Interlife through intuition, also confirmed by life between lives regression, but complete integration of Interlife knowledge is reserved for those who reside in the Interlife. Even though Ga lived and worked in and out of an Eternal City of Universal Light and was now a Fifth Density entity, he was still in a process of personal spiritual evolution. And he was okay with that. Some things are best not to know ... Ga fell into a deep trance – both half-awake and half-asleep, and his thoughts and memories gave way to a dream state. In his dream ‘Thomas’, his soul mate, appeared to him dressed in a white, flowing tunic reminiscent of those worn by higher level priests on Atlantis, simple but with a square neckline that was embroidered with spun gold thread in a pattern of connecting three-sided squares. Thomas was smiling and his aura was glowing with light blue, purple and white light. He extended his left hand toward Ga and said telepathically: “Come with me. I have something to show you.” Ga took his hand and rose from his bed, allowing himself to be led through a tunnel of energy and light, finally arriving at the Interlife library and archives. Thomas pointed to a table and bench made of rose-coloured marble, and with nothing more than a huge book on its surface. Ga sat down, still feeling the loving presence of Thomas standing behind him and massaging the aura around his head, neck and shoulders. Ga opened the tome and closed his eyes, permitting three geometric coded symbols from the Universal Language of Light to float up from the silken pages of the book and meld with his Higher Self, imprinting vibrations in the form of blue-white light energy and high sound frequencies upon his consciousness. It was a magnificent Interlife healing experience that made Ga’s aura layers glow with golden light, and in addition provided a spiritual blessing and confirmation that his upcoming mission was – indeed – one of his most important assignments to date. After a short time, ‘Tom’ smiled and telepathically said in Ga’s own angelic dialect (the new Merkabah-tongue): “You are truly loved, and the blessings of the Eternal Soul are with you – both on this upcoming assignment, and always. I am never more than a thought away. Adonai, most honourable Ga.” And with that, Ga found himself again lying in his sleeping cubicle, and standing over him was ’Ifafi – now back from his assignment in Iceland. ’Ifafi smiled and asked: “You called ?” They both laughed and hugged each other ... and Ga explained their new assignment to ’Ifafi, verbatim – just as he had received it from Eonurai. ’Ifafi merely nodded in affirmation, never asking a question. And they proceeded to plan their operation, with ’Ifafi acknowledging the angelic Silver Rule: “The opposite of love is fear; and it is only fear itself that is truly a menace.” Ga replied: “There is no god but God ... God is all there is.” CHAPTER TWO: AN ADVENTURE ON FOURTH DENSITY TERRA. Having received their Terra surface-level identities and clearances, Ga and ’Ifafi beamed down to the Terra surface, arriving at the proscribed destination (Østmarka) just outside of the city of Oslo. Østmarka was a large wooded area that was one of many enclaves peopled by survivors on the Terra surface. Scandinavia was popular amongst survivors from all over Europe because of the vast wooded areas, the pleasant temperatures since the climate changes which had made the winters much warmer since the mid-1990s, the possibility of finding non-contaminated food and water ... and the underground tunnel system which provided protection from both the elements and dangers posed by unfriendly humanoids and abductors (the Greys). The particular group that Ga and ’Ifafi were to take contact with initially spoke a mixture of Norwegian, Swedish, Danish, English, French and Spanish. It was typically Norwegian to employ a shared language consciousness in order to avoid internal strife. Ga and ’Ifafi approached a group of women gathering firewood and berries, and Ga asked a tall one with dark hair and a dirty olive-skinned face: “Señora ! Où est le lumineux ?” The woman did not answer, nor did she look up from her work. ’Ifafi nodded to Ga and telepathically suggested that he might try to establish contact with the woman. “Hei ! Hvor finner vi ‘han som lyser’ – you know, ‘the bright one’ ? ” At the sound of the English words ‘the bright one’, the woman and her fellow workers looked up at the two strangers and made a half-smile saying: “‘the bright one’ ... good mann” (emphasising the long ‘n’-sound in ‘man’, out of respect for the Scandinavian part of their newly-hybridised language). The dark-haired woman then stretched out her right arm and pointed to a heavily wooded area to the left of Ga and ’Ifafi. “Der borte ... in tunnel.” Ga smiled and replied: “Takk ... tusen takk ! (‘Thank you very much !’)”. And he and ’Ifafi made their way to the thicket, with Ga commenting in the new Merkabah tongue to ’Ifafi: “Sen kumo yelcsa wi zåmu caku xima lilaane” (‘We are truly strangers in this strangely familiar land, my friend.’). ’Ifafi chuckled and replied: “Fa lilaane, ili nou” (‘Yes my friend, that we are’). As they approached the area the woman had pointed to, a metal pole with a sensor device registered the two angels’ identities and out of the ground arose a metallic cylinder. Ga and ’Ifafi walked towards the cylinder and as soon as they were within 30 centimetres of the brushed steel mechanism, the doors slid open ... allowing them to enter. Once inside, the doors promptly slid shut again and the two were transported downward – into the ground. It took approximately five seconds for the cylinder to reach the bottom of the shaft – some twenty metres below the surface of Terra. When they arrived the doors opened and they were met by a young man dressed in a blue-grey Intervention soldier uniform. Ga smiled, and ’Ifafi said “Namaste” but the soldier merely nodded and signalled that they were to follow him. They proceeded through a series of corridors until they arrived at a large room decorated much in the style of the pre-Intervention years, with leather couches, artificial floor plants, Plexiglas tables, paintings that Ga recognised as having hung at the National Gallery and the Museum of Contemporary Art in Oslo (which had obviously been saved from destruction and pillaging in the final years of Hell just before the Intervention), and a long hewn wood table at the far end of the room. Standing with his back to them was a tall man with platinum blonde shoulder-length hair who was wearing a long cape that reached to the floor. The man said: “Namaste !” And then in the new Merkabah dialect: “Welcome to Kristiania Base Camp comrades. You will feel more comfortable if you increase your vibration levels. We operate on higher levels down here.” Ga and ’Ifafi immediately raised their levels to Fifth Density, almost sighing with relief as the dizziness and mild stomach disorders lifted. “Raise them even higher if you wish,” the tall one known as “The Bright One” said softly, but yet firmly. And with that he turned to face Ga and ’Ifafi and let his cape drop to the ground. This impressive looking man with the light hair, caramel-coloured skin, slanted eyes, classic Lyrian nose and chin, and sparkling amethyst-coloured eyes literally glowed. He smiled and his angel wings unfolded from his back, spreading proudly at full wing – absolutely gorgeous feathers in hues of white, golden brown, soft grey and cerulean blue. Ga just stood there with his mouth hanging open, and ’Ifafi smiled broadly while telepathically communicating to The Bright One: “My Brother !” And then Ga and ’Ifafi both released their own angelic wings, which quickly opened fully. The “Bright One” then said: “I am Lysiel ... better known to those who live on the surface above us as “The Bright One”. Ga chuckled, saying: “Lysiel ... The Bright One ... of course !” (Lysiel means “bright” in the new Merkabah dialect.) “I am Ga and this is ...” “That would be ’Ifafi ... I know who you both are, and I have been expecting you. Eonurai has informed me of your assignment. We shall speak of these things a bit later, but first – would you like some spring water ? The three angels then sat on each of their couches – allowing their wings proper comfort – and drank spring water with rose quartz crystals in the bottom of the glasses. Ga had lots of questions but did not know where to begin, as this meeting with a fellow Seventh Heaven angel was quite unexpected ... and here on Terra, beneath the surface. “How ... I mean what and when ... ” Lysiel smiled, understanding the two visitors’ bewilderment. “I arrived here on Terra in 2010, when the crisis was reaching its climax. You remember the chaos that had already begun even in 2004-2005 and which just increased in propensity and devastation year after year, and then month after month until the climax on the twenty-eighth of October in 2011 ? When the food shortages and housing crisis hit Oslo full force the Higher Intergalactic Command decided to place some of the Seventh Heaven angels here on Terra to begin preparing for the Intervention. As you well recall, the housing crisis that began in the United States had plagued the world stock market, and that – together with rising oil and food prices, unemployment and the natural disasters and the wars in central Europe, Asia, Africa and the Middle East – set large populations on the run, mostly from the southern and eastern hemispheres to the northern and western hemispheres. And in Oslo, the local government had decided to de-regulate rent-controlled apartments enabling market prices, and thus forcing hundreds of elderly and disabled persons into homelessness ... in addition to the many thousands who already were living in the streets. Unemployment, food shortages, contaminated water, electrical fluctuations, the death of most of the fish in the Norwegian Sea due to the heating up of the sea waters and previous over-fishing ... those were difficult times. But that was my mission: to descend to Terra – specifically to the Oslo-area – and to prepare for the Intervention and to begin construction of the underground base camp.” ’Ifafi shook his head, remembering all too well the hell of the final years, and Ga just sat and stared – totally spellbound by Lysiel, and his story. Lysiel continued: “I set up base here in Østmarka, just outside of the city ... and I was soon joined by a group of engineers from Lyra, Arcturus and Alpha Centauri plus a brigade of angels from the Third and Fourth Heavens. We worked in relative secrecy, using laser technology and mind power to drill and construct the series of underground tunnels and chambers where you now find yourselves. This is basically a laboratory for Intervention projects that have to do with planetary healing and reconstruction. However, about eight months ago I was approached by Eonurai regarding a new project which was to be given laboratory space here as well: an enormously important research project designed to spiritually-genetically reseed the population of Terra. The staff here and I were to work with Eonurai to develop a genetic remix of Terra’s next generation, and to use some of the remixed genes to help cure some of the immunodeficiency illnesses that abound on Terra still to this day. The project looks quite promising, and we are in close communication and cooperation with similar base camp operations in all corners of the world.” “And how are the inhabitants of Terra taking this idea ?” asked Ga. “They have not been told of the specific intention to reseed the population. That would be too devastating for them, especially after all they have been through and the lunacy of being caught in between Third and Fourth Density levels. You do still remember how that felt don’t you ?” Ga nodded. He remembered all too well how uncomfortable it had been ... especially in the period from the year 2000 to 2009. After a while he began to wonder if he really was ‘psychotic’ as others surmised, but it was the Shift – the shift of consciousness that was affecting his total health situation. Lysiel went on: “Everything here is on the basis of Free Will, as always in the Universe. Therefore, we explain to Terra people that the human race is very sick (which they know, of course), and that we have developed medicines both to help cure those living on the planet and to make healthier offspring. Those who desire to participate in the project do so – giving their own personal consent, and those who do not are left to their own devices.” “What does that mean, ‘left to their own devices ?’” asked ’Ifafi. “It means that they are neither cured nor given help in terms of reproduction. The ravages of immunodeficiency, pollution and sexually transmitted diseases have made most sterile and barren anyway. The Terra population is dying out ... even after the Intervention.” “And therefore,” said Ga, “this enormous reseeding project ... and ...” “And the curiosity of the Greys !” added ’Ifafi, completing Ga’s comment. “Exactly, my friends,” replied Lysiel, while wrapping his wings around his chest and shoulders like a shawl. “The Greys ... funny little buggers ... quite intelligent technologically, but rather simple in terms of social and emotional intelligence. You know that while most visitors from other star systems and the Interlife disguise themselves or make themselves invisible by vibrating on a higher level than Terrestrians can sense or see, the Greys usually prance about and pop up here and there in full Grey-attire, so to speak. You probably wonder why the Terrestrians who you met on the surface did not fear you when you approached them ? Firstly, they were not alone. There are sentries all around this area for several kilometres in all directions and they keep themselves well hidden, but are prepared to signal when danger is about. Secondly, we have taught the Terrestrians in this local area how to smell and sense fear and evil motives in others, as well as how to protect themselves by not exuding fear. If those women seemed uninterested in the two of you, it is because they practice detachment as a form of zazen. It is like donning a cloak of personal spiritual protection.” “So we smell good to them ?” quipped ’Ifafi. “The point is that they do not pick up a scent of fear or evil motives from you,” said Lysiel, smiling slightly at this levity from his fellow angel comrade. “The only visible reaction we got from those Terrestrian women was when we mentioned your name: ‘The Bright One’ ”, said Ga. “They seem to hold you in great reverence.” “The Terrestrians rarely see me these days, and only as a Fourth Density being, but I also wear white when I am among them or in their sight – and that, together with my light hair colour, probably reawakens memories of the Christos adoration on this planet for so many centuries. To Terrestrians, any kind being who vibrates Spirit would be considered to be an emanation of God. Unfortunately, these humanoids have still not learned that we all – and everything – are emanations of God. If they had understood that, the planet would not be in the state it is now ... and they would have ascended as you have. But that is the consequence of Free Will and Faith – the choice to make decisions regarding the realities we wish to create and the blind belief in that which is sensed but perhaps not seen with the eyes or heard with the ears at all times. You can imagine the shock it would be, not to mention the disruption of their process of conscious spiritual development, had we appeared to them as Fifth, Sixth or Seventh Density beings !” “And with wings !” added ’Ifafi, causing all three to laugh until tears streaked their cheeks. “Yes ... and with wings,” repeated Lysiel. “I have great empathy for the Terrestrians. Although they now look rather ragamuffin and shell-shocked, this proud race has incredible resilience and deserves yet another chance. Some of these poor souls are waiting for the ‘next wave’ of ascension, not understanding that they can ascend any time they wish – with or without their mortal bodies. Unfortunately, there are all too many who still commit suicide to escape from the realities they create and as a ‘fast lane’ to spiritual peace and enlightenment. But they are still caught in the web of separation ... misunderstanding the mystery of life, incarnation, death and the Interlife. Many believe that those who ascended during the Rapture are physically dead. Their understanding of the Universe is still on a comic book or science fiction adventure film level, poor souls. But I love them with all my heart and soul. They are, after all, created with angelic spirit and genes ... at least in part. And now they will be reseeded by us, the Lyrians, the Pleiadians, the Sirians, and the Arcturians – God Willing ! May the illusion of separation be forever vanquished.” “God Willing !” chanted ’Ifafi and Ga in chorus. “And now, my friends, I will take you on a tour of the reproduction laboratories ... and we shall speak of the Zeta Reticulians,” said Lysiel, rising from his couch in one sweeping gesture. And with that, the three angels reduced their vibration levels to Fourth Density, and left the large room ... again traversing a labyrinth of corridors. CHAPTER TWO, PART TWO: THE REPRODUCTIVE LABORATORY AT KRISTIANA BASE CAMP. “So the problem here,” said ’Ifafi to Lysiel as the three slowly walked through the many corridors to the reproductive laboratory on the far south-west side of the complex, “is that we and the Greys are actually in competition for healthy humanoids – each for our own purposes.” Ga nodded in agreement. “That is precisely our immediate problem,” replied Lysiel. “But it is not the entire issue. You see, the Zeta Reticulians are not all bad. True, there have been some hideous alliances with previous leaders here on Terra that have resulted in serious consequences for the human race. But the blame must be equally shared by humanoids, having made such trade-offs for technology they were not anywhere near ready to use properly or fully understand ... and at the expense of their own populations. I am not just speaking of the abductions by the Greys that were part of the deal, but also of the effects of misguided and faulty experimentation using scientific technology gained from the Greys. Some of the technological advances made by humanoids were beneficial but many ... very many were destructive, as we see today. “Do you remember the advances in the last two decades of the 20th century in regards to cloning, gene therapy and biochemical breakthroughs in regards to pharmaceutical wonder drugs ? Much was based on information provided by the Greys, and further developed in Terra laboratories by the scientific and the military communities. However, scientific experimentation by humanoids with reproductive system transplants – in plants, insects, worms and other fairly simple life forms (that is, simple in comparison to humanoids and larger mammals) was, in fact, directly responsible for Zeta experimentation with transplanting humanoid reproductive systems into Greys. The purpose of abductions changed dramatically from 2007. In the past the Greys had concentrated upon studying humanoids to find out how their reproductive systems were built, and even tried to develop mechanical implants which would facilitate procreation with abducted humans, but they merely collected tremendous amounts of data that they could not make much use of. That is, until they heard about the humans’ success with the transplantation of reproductive systems between worms. That changed everything. From then on, the Greys worked feverishly with trying to find the correct body and genetic types for experimentation. And there was also the question of compatibility with their own genetic and biological-chemical make-up, not to mention the increasing shortage of healthy humanoids. The Intervention and the new pact between the Arcturians, the Lyrians and the world leaders on Terra made reliance upon Zeta technology unnecessary, and the Greys were no longer permitted to operate freely on Terra. Their operations took on a more covert form from 2010. That was about the time that I arrived here on Terra – at the great lunar eclipse in December 2010.” “But can we not make some kind of agreement with the Greys – exchanging genetic material that could help their propagation needs ?” asked ’Ifafi, somewhat impatiently. “That is the hoped for solution,” said Lysiel. “We believe that biogenetics is a much better solution and method than the wasteful transplantation projects the Greys are working on ... and much more effective as well, given that the Greys are also dying out as a race – just as humans are. However, as I inferred earlier, this is not the entire issue. The Zeta Reticulians have been dominated by the Empire of Orion for hundreds of thousands of years – and were actually scientifically developed on Orion. Unfortunately, the Zeta Reticulians were basically cloned to be slaves. And although they were steadily cloned to be more and more advanced in terms of intellect, they were never given a reproductive system. This, of course, was not because the master scientists on Orion could not manage this technologically, but it was not in the Empire’s interest. They needed intelligent bio-robots who could do their unsavoury deeds on other planets, without directly implicating Orion in an intergalactic confrontation of war. Their military might and technology is formidable, but they have systematically frozen themselves out of the “good company” so to speak – just as many countries here on Terra have done throughout the planet’s history. In the greater perspective, the Empire of Orion is not necessarily any more advanced than Terra as far as the ruthless quest for power and domination of others is concerned.” “But,” interrupted ’Ifafi again, “that means that the solution is not so simple as merely making an agreement with the Zeta Reticulians. We must also make an agreement ... and amends with their masters: the leaders of the Empire of Orion.” “And,” added Ga, “an intergalactic agreement between the Alliance and the Empire of Orion !” “Precisely, my comrades. Vous comprenez ! But we have arrived at the laboratory and I have a surprise waiting for you inside ... en liten overraskelse,” said a smiling Lysiel, showing that he had learned the hybridised dialect of the region. Lysiel opened the door, revealing an enormous laboratory that was filled with scientists and technicians from Alpha Centauri, the Pleiades, Arcturus, Lyra and even a few humanoids. They were all busily analysing genetic samples, scanning tissue samples, making mathematical calculations of double helix permutations on advanced computerized equipment ... many worked alone, and some in small groups. “Welcome to our reproductive research laboratory,” said Lysiel. “I am certain that you have many questions regarding the biogenetic research going on here, but first there are some beings that wish to meet the two of you. Right this way,” said Lysiel mysteriously as he led Ga and ’Ifafi to a small room on the far right hand side of the huge laboratory. As they entered the room Ga immediately felt joy in his heart and soul, and tears welled up in his eyes. There standing before him were Lateina, Katurana and Eonurai – his three ‘soul mate goddesses’ ! They immediately began singing Zingara sten farno, knowing how much it meant to Ga. And all six of them joined in, making exquisite male-female harmonies: Zingara sten farno, simplisti conem fantastico. Ivara collektivi universa concordimenti assureganzo. Ulempå skovø nnana cquerca wuleka ... cimååkø; cquerca wuleka ... zingara. Zingara sten farno – sten farno accompli. Tes qofta Kristiania. Tes qofta. “Tes qofta !” exclaimed Lateina,throwing her arms around Ga. Ga gave her a huge angelic ‘bear hug’ and joyfully replied, “Tes qofta !” They looked deep into each others’ eyes and Ga felt the reverberations of several of their lifetimes pulse together throughout his body and bounce off of his and her auras. He then turned to Katurana and reached out his arms to embrace her. By now his density level was not to be restrained anymore and his wings burgeoned so much that he had to remove his jacket and shirt to give them room. “Hey, do not forget me !” said Eonurai, stealing her way into Ga’s hug with Katurana. Ga kissed all three of them and the four of them got totally lost in each others’ company for a few minutes, when Ga suddenly remembered ’Ifafi. “Lateina, Katurana and Eonurai”, he said happily. “This is ’Ifafi, my dear comrade and friend, of whom you have heard so much !” All fell silent as ’Ifafi and the three women telepathically relayed information and greetings – getting acquainted as higher beings normally do upon a first meeting after a long absence. Ga and Lysiel watched the multi-coloured and pulsating aura fields around the four as they exchanged telepathically, noting that the compatibility level was quite high. After some time, Eonurai explained to Ga and ’Ifafi that Lateina and Katurana had been called in to work on the project. Katurana would be using her healing abilities to repair minor genetic and cellular damages in humanoids that were to participate in the first rounds of trials, and Lateina would be helping Eonurai, combining their skills as empaths. The idea was to establish telepathic contact with the Zeta Reticulians and to begin to broach the idea of reseeding the Zeta Reticulian race – complete with full reproductive functionality. “And the two of you,” continued Eonurai, will sit together with us as we establish contact. Kartion has specifically asked that the two of you initiate the negotiations with the Zeta Reticulians.” ’Ifafi and Ga looked at each other, and telepathically said in unison: “The opposite of love is fear; and it is only fear itself that is truly a menace. Let’s do it !” They concluded with their own personal angelic fist to brow gesture followed by a symbolic air kiss – first over the other’s left shoulder and then over the right one. The women and Lysiel smiled, reciting: “Ivara collektivi universa, concordimenti assureganzo” (from Zingara sten farno). And, with that, Katurana and Lysiel left Eonurai, Lateina, ’Ifafi and Ga to plan their telepathic communication and (hopefully) an initial negotiation session with the Zeta Reticulians. CHAPTER TWO, PART THREE: PLANNING A STRATEGY FOR ESTABLISHING CONTACT WITH THE ZETA RETICULIANS (THE GREYS). Eonurai, Lateina, Ga and ’Ifafi sat around a circular Plexiglas meeting room table in preparation to plan a strategy for establishing contact with the Zeta Reticulians, and hopefully to initiate beginning negotiations regarding an agreement for cooperative research and development pertaining to reseeding efforts – both on Terra and on Zeta Reticuli. But first, there were many questions that Ga and ’Ifafi had that needed to be discussed and answered so that the four had the same understanding and could, therefore, hold the same telepathic energies as a unit when they approached the Greys. Eonurai began: “I can sense that there are many questions, which I shall attempt to address as well as I can. We do not have all the pieces completely in place but, as you can see from our intergalactic staff working in the laboratory, we are putting many great researchers’ minds together and we are making great strides.” ’Ifafi presented the first questions. “I am thinking that we will need to convince the Zeta Reticulians that biogenetics is more effective than transplanting reproductive organs, and that mere transplanting is also not enough in itself. They will also have questions regarding how far we have come in our research, as there have been made many mistakes here on Terra in regards to genetic manipulation previously. The examples are many: bird flu, HIV/AIDS, new viruses in animals which have been transferred to humans (such as Ebola) and so on.” Ga nodded his head in agreement. “There are many issues which we must be prepared to address. Just off the top of my head I am thinking about the long-term effects of interspecies genetic “scrambling”, the possibility of achieving a planetary population that is all too homogenous (which the Zeta Reticulians already are struggling with after so many generations of cloning), the possibility of overpopulation of the planet due to longer life spans and eradication of disease, and also ’Ifafi’s inference that genetically changing the make-up of one species can conceivably give viruses and bacteria the opportunity to mutate. As he says, we have already seen the consequences of this on Terra.” Eonurai replied calmly, “These are all very real and important issues which we are working on. One thing I would like to stress is that the basic assumption of eugenics – that some races are superior to others – is the biggest threat to the success of our research and eventual results. The scientific commission of the Intergalactic Higher Command has taken a unified standpoint regarding the diversity but equality of all races, and this attitude is crucial to our work – both in regards to maintaining racial diversity, genetic diversity and individual development on Terra, and as a foundation for mutual respect and avoidance of replanting the foundation for illusion of separation, which has been a tremendous problem here on Terra throughout the planet’s history. I would add that a careful balance of intergalactic and angelic genes together with healthy humanoid genes will give the human races a new basis and possibility for survival and regeneration of the humanoid species, in all its variations. The gene pool will not be narrowed because we will use different variations on the general genetic combinations, as well as humanoid genes from the major (and some minor) races here on Terra today. “I would like to remind you that since the 1990s Terra’s researchers have worked intensively at mapping out the humanoid genome. Great strides have been made in terms of pharmaceutical and medical research, regarding both achieving a better understanding of some complicated diseases and in finding new chemical treatment forms. Pharmacology has changed enormously since that time. But it is also true, as you both have inferred, that many mistakes have been made. You see, the double helix does not give a complete overview of the complexities involved. There are numerous biochemical factors (including methyl groups) that can turn genes on ... and turn them off. These factors sometimes override genetic manipulation in reaction to the environment. This, of course, is related to your questions regarding problems that have arisen in the recent past here on Terra. However, pharmacological and medical researchers have been experimenting with drugs that may influence and counteract this interplay between genetic components and environmental reactions here on Terra for several years now. “The interplay between the egg and the sperm is of great importance, as both attempt to dominate genetically. It is these genetic ‘switch mechanisms’ that the Zeta Reticulians are currently struggling with. Our advances in this research – due to the help we are receiving from our allies from other star systems – is providing significance advancement, and is making the prospect of reseeding populations both here on Terra and eventually in the Zeta Reticulian race an attainable goal. Especially the Lyrians and the Pleiadians have given us many previously ‘missing links’ in regards to RNA interference. RNA interference can allow us to create artificial methods of turning genes on and off. This has also significance in healing present immunodeficiency illnesses here on Terra.” “I guess the real difficulty will be to establish initial trust,” said ’Ifafi. “The Zeta Reticulians have experienced first-hand the negative effects of technological knowledge in the hands of those who would control and dominate others.” “And they have seen ... and contributed to the same ... here on Terra,” added Ga. “We must convince them that we have different motives and means than the Terra Elite and humanoids in general, and the Orions. In addition, we must commit ourselves to helping them both to evolve as a race ... and to meet the consequences from the Empire of Orion.” “Exactly,” interjected Lateina. “What can we do to help the Zeta Reticulians to gain independence from the Empire of Orion – and can we avoid an intergalactic military conflict between the Intergalactic Forces and Orion ?” “These are all very good questions,” said Eonurai. “The question of the consequences of helping the Zeta Reticulians is the very question that Kartion wants us to assess. The decision of how to deal with the Empire of Orion will be left to the Intergalactic Higher Command.” “May I suggest that we join hands in this circle and ask the highest collective consciousness for guidance ?” asked Lateina. “I will establish direct contact with the wisdom of the Universal Language of Light, and bring down the symbols into an oracle – not telling us of future results, of course, but the best way to proceed.” “That sounds like an excellent idea,” replied Eonurai, and both ’Ifafi and Ga concurred. The four of them joined hands and directed their energies to the Kristiania Library and Archives. Soon they saw three symbols from the Universal Language of Light hovering in the air above them. Lateina began to interpret the symbols’ guidance, saying: “There is great potential in this communication and project. We must keep in mind that all beings in the universes are interrelated and connected spiritually and otherwise. The Zeta Reticulians were created by the Orions, which have a large percentage of Vegan genetic material in them. Although the Zeta Reticulians are a result of scientific cloning, the imprints and spiritual-genetic patterns of the Orions and the Vegans comprise the primary genetic codes of the Zeta Reticulians. Because of separation between the Zeta Reticulians and the Orions, the Zeta Reticulians have both suffered from the illusion of separation and the perils of supposed superiority and control. On the other hand, the Zeta Reticulians have also inherited the basic will to survive as a race – something that is central to all of God’s creation. This will to survive is more than just a fight for continued physical existence. It is a natural disposition to self-realisation as an expression of Godliness, which is common to all expressions of godly creation. And yet, albeit ironic, it is the Zeta Reticulians’ underdeveloped sense of emotions that creates their own prison: the lack of loving Spirit. This they share with many from diverse star systems, including Terra, and it is the most Divine lesson for all beings in the universes. It is, in fact, the primary lesson that beings choose to incarnate onto Terra to learn about: the balanced and loving connection between all beings and expressions of Divine Creation. Therefore, the keys to successful communication and cooperation with the Zeta Reticulians are to show them unconditional love and Spirit, and to convey that they are an important part of the Divine Expression and Plan. It will be important to show genuine empathy, mutual trust and purity of thought. As long as we adhere to these basic principles and operate with firmness and correctness, the possibilities are unlimited.” The symbols dissipated, and a tremendous calm overtook the room. No one said a word verbally, but all agreed telepathically that this was the underlying strategy that must be adhered to. It was agreed that they would convene in four hours to attempt to establish telepathic contact with the Zeta Reticulians, and that after Eonurai had explained their objectives Ga (with the assistance of ’Ifafi) would attempt to broker a meeting between the Zeta Reticulians and Kartion. The scientific questions would be addressed by Eonurai, and Ga would take the lead in attempting to organise a meeting with Kartion. ’Ifafi and Lateina would give support by way of helping to hold the telepathic energy connection intact. CHAPTER TWO, PART FOUR: COMMUNICATION WITH THE ZETA RETICULIANS. “Ha konwe ilucó Zeta, saj juhe la” (“Greetings to our Zetan friends in Spirit, we wish contact”) repeated Eonurai telepathically in Vegan (the language used by the Greys), directing her energies toward the constellation that was home to the Zeta Reticulians. “Ha konwe ilucó Zeta, saj juhe la” … “Ha konwe ilucó Zeta, saj juhe la” … “If you can hear this message, then please respond. This is Eonurai from Terra, with an important message to you from the Intergalactic Higher Command.” “Ha konwe Eonurai-at. Saj miile ennwo. Len em Cuezpå. Ken ta sommo ?” (“Greetings to she who is Eonurai. We are listening. This is Cuezpå. What is your message ?”) replied the Zetan on the receiving end of the telepathic communication directed at the Zetan Central Command Headquarters. He then added: “Not to be disrespectful, but we speak English quite well here at the headquarters. Perhaps we should continue in English, as it would be more convenient for us. Your accent is a bit difficult to decipher telepathically.” “That would be fine,” replied Eonurai. What is your position at the Zetan Central Command Headquarters ?” “I am second in command for our Intelligence Division ... why are you contacting us ?” “I ... and my three comrades Lateina, Ga and ’Ifafi who are also from Terra ... are contacting you on behalf of Kartion, who is first in command at our intelligence section. We wish to invite a delegation from the Zeta Reticulian leadership to meet with Kartion on the next Terra full moon, at the Kristiania Base Camp.” “And what would be the purpose of such a meeting ?” asked Cuezpå. “We are presently – in association with scientists and technicians from Lyra, Arcturus, the Pleiades and a host of other planets – making great strides in our reseeding project, and we would like to share some ideas with your leadership,” said Eonurai. “What kind of ideas ?” replied Cuezpå with curiosity, but still sounding official in tone. Eonurai then began telling the Zetan official about the basic research that was going on, the plan for reseeding the humanoid population, and the impressive results that had been achieved already. Cuezpå asked several questions, and then called in a biogenetic researcher to supply him with more advanced questions for Eonurai to answer. After some time, Cuezpå inquired as to why the Intergalactic Higher Command wished to share this information with the Zeta Reticulians, and why they wish to invite them to a meeting with Kartion. It was then that Ga took over. He presented himself, and quickly explained that the Intergalactic Higher Command was aware of the Zetans’ progress in regards to reproductive system transplants. He explained the problems that this presented for the Intergalactic Higher Command and the Intervention efforts on Terra, and further inferred that the new biogenetic technology would make the transplant research the Zetans were attempting to perfect obsolete and faulty by comparison. He then suggested that the entire system of universes would benefit from embracing the Zeta Reticulians as a recognised race with right to life and self-determination, and that (should they cooperate with the Intergalactic Higher Command and researchers at the Kristiania Base Camp research facilities) the Zetans could be assured both help with solving their propagation problems (thus ensuring a natural evolution and continuation of the Zetan race) and receive protection from the Intergalactic Higher Command – if needed. This, of course, was quite interesting for Cuezpå who then inquired as to the authority and mandate of Ga. Ga and Eonurai assured him that they had the necessary authorisation to disseminate such information and to invite representatives from the Zetan leadership to a confidential discussion of possible cooperation and agreement. The Zetan promised to take these questions and the invitation up with his superior, and the Zeta Reticulian leadership. He asked whether the leadership from the Empire of Orion was also to be invited. Ga replied: “No, not at this time. We understand your question in this regard, but we must move firmly and correctly with each step. And the first step would be a confidential discussion with the Zeta Reticulian leadership alone.” Cuezpå expressed contentment and agreement, and promised to communicate a response within the next Terra sunrise. The answer from the Zeta Reticulians was affirmative, and Ga, ’Ifafi and Lateina returned to the Eternal City of Universal Light. Eonurai made contact with Kartion, advising him of the progress so far and the upcoming meeting. She was to remain at the laboratory, preparing the presentation she would hold for the Zetan delegation regarding biogenetic reseeding of the Zeta Reticulian race, as well as advances in biochemical experimentation which could provide some Zetans with immediate reproductive assistance – thus replacing the need for mass-cloning, even at the present time. CHAPTER TWO, PART FIVE: GA IN LOVE. Lying down in his sleeping cubicle back in the Eternal City of Universal Light, Ga felt restless – not so much because of the impending meeting with the Zeta Reticulians, but rather because of his growing feelings for ’Ifafi, his comrade and colleague. Ga had not had a romantic relationship of value since the passing of his partner Thomas, in Ga’s life as Mikael. While his capacity for self-love and loving others in a comprehensive way had since increased many fold, Ga still felt at times the very human need to share intimately with another incarnated soul. This was not merely a need to fall in love with someone or an antidote for loneliness ... Ga realised that his feelings for ’Ifafi were in excess of those shared between mere friends and colleagues. ’Ifafi was attentive, empathetic, loving ... and had the most beautiful set of wings that Ga had ever seen. They were not as classically beautiful as those of Lysiel, but their light blue, white, pink and grey plumage perfectly framed ’Ifafi’s broad shoulders and the ivory pedestal of neck supporting his strong and rugged face. His impressive countenance, with its cleft chin, Roman nose, soft green-grey eyes and sculpted cheeks, conveyed loving stability. Ga tried to hide the shivers that sometimes overtook him when ’Ifafi touched his arm or put his arm around him in a comradely fashion, but he knew that he always betrayed himself. ’Ifafi only returned a slight smile at those moments, expressing compassion and all the while being careful not to make Ga feel embarrassed or uncomfortable. There was much that Ga had learned since he had realised his angelic true Self. Before, like most humans, he had thought it almost a sacrilege to entertain the thought that angels could be lovers ... with other angels, or with humans. He now knew that there was no sin in love as long as love sprang from free will and true spiritual connectedness. He did not know, however, whether ’Ifafi also had similar feelings for him. Ga drifted off to sleep, cradled in dreams of wispy, cotton-like clouds floating through skies of blue and pinkish orange. And then he caught sight of ’Ifafi, in naked splendour ... standing with his back to Ga, engrossed in thought. In his dream, Ga called out to him and as ’Ifafi slowly turned to face Ga, ’Ifafi’s aura began to glow with gold and lapis-coloured light – the angelic colours of deep personal love and contentment. ’Ifafi was holding a single, long-stemmed white rose in his hands, which he offered to Ga with extended arms and a smile that rang out as clearly as the carillons of the Temple of Divine Compassion. ’Ifafi’s wings then came to full erection, proudly showing his majestic spread. And Ga wept like a child who had seen his Guardian Angel for the very first time, and who recognised himself in its image. The fig leaf covering ’Ifafi’s genitals then fell away, exposing his angelic manhood in all its glory. Ga opened his mouth to speak but ’Ifafi put his finger against his lips and telepathically said: “No words, my love. Be true to your feelings. We are one.” A couple of tears streamed down Ga’s face which ’Ifafi blotted away with his left outermost wing tip. And with that the image of ’Ifafi faded away, and Ga moved on to other dream sequences. The last image Ga remembered before waking up was that of Thomas, appearing both as his last incarnation as ‘Thomas of Norway’ and as the previous incarnated soul from Germany, called ‘Gretchen’. The message was simple, and could not have been clearer: “Move on ... in love. In Spirit there is no betrayal. You are both blessed.” Ga woke up with a start. There was a knock at his door. “Come in”, he called out, scampering to get dressed. Looking up, he saw the smiling face of ’Ifafi, who had brought him some fruit, a pot of ambrosia tea and two beautiful Chinese teacups. Also on the tray was a simple crystal vase holding a white rose. “Don’t get all dressed up just on my account,” he said. “I just thought we might sit and chat a bit ... that is, if you are awake, and up for it.” Ga blushed and replied: “I was just dreaming about you ... but it hardly seems like a dream now. Come over here and sit down beside me here on the bed.” ’Ifafi walked over to Ga’s sleeping cubicle, put the tray on the small table nearby and began to pour Ga a cup of tea. But Ga interrupted by saying: “Let the tea wait, ’Ifafi. There is something I wish to talk to you about ... something concerning you and I.” ’Ifafi turned to face Ga and then fell to his knees before him. He didn’t say a word, but just looked deep into Ga’s eyes and smiled. And just as Ga struggled to form the words he was about to say in the new Merkabah dialect, ’Ifafi put his index finger to Ga’s lips and telepathically said: “No words. They are not necessary ... it is reciprocal.” Ga felt his eyes well up and soon a tear streamed down his right cheek, but ’Ifafi did not wipe it away as in the dream. Instead, he leaned forward and kissed the vagabond teardrop with his broad, cushiony lips – causing Ga to melt inside of himself. And they collapsed onto one another, expressing their mutual affections – as only angels in love can. And so it was, that Ga and ’Ifafi became lovers. They never spoke of their feelings – it was not necessary. The aural glow between them was obvious to all around them. They now had joined forces in all possible ways of loving union; and were both inseparable ... and invincible. Kodoish, Kodoish, Kodoish Adonai T'sabaoth. CHAPTER THREE: THE DAYS LEADING UP TO THE MEETING WITH THE ZETA RETICULIANS. In the five days leading up to the meeting with the Zeta Reticulians, Ga, ’Ifafi, Eonurai, Lateina and Kartion sat in conferences for hours on end. They both discussed strategy, and exchanged information regarding Zetan culture, history, their biological-genetic make-up, intelligence regarding their activities on Terra (before and after the Intervention) and the delicate matter of their planned rebellion against the Empire of Orion. All were in agreement that an intergalactic war with the Empire of Orion was unwanted, but ... at the same time ... the survival of Terra, and eventually other member planets and stars of the Intergalactic Confederation, was at stake. Ga was impressed by the knowledge of Zeta Reticulian history and culture possessed by Eonurai and Lateina; and Kartion was quite in his element in regards to political assessment and strategic models. Both Ga and ’Ifafi sat relatively quiet through these long sessions, taking notes and asking only questions they felt they needed answered, for further clarification. But both burned with one important question, which they communicated to each other telepathically in the pauses: ‘what is our further role in this ?’ That question was soon answered by Kartion, who on the fourth day of meetings suddenly announced: “I am certain that all of you are wondering what your specific roles will be at the meeting with the Zeta Reticulians, and afterwards. This has now been decided, and if you agree to accept this assignment and these roles the administrative and security chiefs of staff would be most grateful to you.” Now, everyone was attentive and directed their eyesight towards Kartion as he continued: “Lateina will hold the energies of the Universal Language of Light, thus ensuring that verbal communication difficulties be lightened by the telepathic transference of symbols from the language of light. She will essentially serve as a telepathic assistant empath and translator. Eonurai will provide the Zeta Reticulians with answers to questions regarding bio-genetics. While she has already answered all of their scientific questions thus far, it is important that she be available to further explain any procedures and research matters that may arise during our negotiations. I will lead the negotiations, and my right-hand angel will be Ga.” Ga looked over to ’Ifafi in surprise, but ’Ifafi only nodded with approval and pride. “And Ga,” continued Kartion, “Ga will take notes and write the final report to be sent both to Zeta Reticuli and to our own superiors at the Terra Command Headquarters in the Eternal City of Universal Light above Mount Shasta. “This choice is both because of Ga’s previous experience with administration, but also because it will be Ga (assisted by ’Ifafi) who will accompany the Zeta Reticulians when they deliver the plan ... and let us be realistic about this ... and confront the Empire of Orion.” ’Ifafi glanced at Ga who was overwhelmed by this great honour, and he took ’Ifafi’s hand for a few seconds – forgetting their normal discretion. Once the final session was over, Kartion, Lateina, Eonurai, ’Ifafi and Ga ate dinner together, discussing everything but the assignment and the big meeting with the Zeta Reticulians the next day. Kartion was in very good humour, and was quite charming – he was especially attentive to Lateina and Eonurai. All were laughing while communicating in a number of languages and dialects, as well as telepathically (when personal or slightly risqué funny comments were exchanged). Ga looked to his left and at first felt, and then saw, Katurana – who had just arrived for a brief rest before returning to her home station at Cartouche, the Eternal City of Universal Light above Cairo. “Katurana !” exclaimed Ga. “Won’t you join us ?” Katurana said ‘Godspeed’ to all around the table, and politely replied: “It looks as though you are all settled into your own group ... and besides, you have finished your meal ... from the looks of things.” Ga then said: “Katurana, I have the night free now and it has been ages since we have gotten caught up – just you and I. May I invite you back to my quarters and order in one of those huge chef salads you love so much, and toast ... and even a bottle of wine ?” Katurana laughed, causing Ga to giggle himself. They both knew very well that Katurana rarely touched alcohol – and if she did drink, it was seldom more than a half glass of wine. But Katurana just replied: “Why that would be lovely, Ga !” And with that they both excused themselves, leaving Kartion and ’Ifafi to further entertain Lateina and Eonurai with their slightly exaggerated adventurous stories about the lives of angelic guards. While saying “farewell” to everyone around the table, ’Ifafi shot a smile and a wink at Ga, causing Ga to blush slightly ... but no one noticed except ’Ifafi and, of course, Katurana – who never misses anything. Before they had even reached Ga’s quarters, Katurana boldly asked him: “Okay, Ga. You are grinning from ear to ear, and your aura is bouncing off the walls. What is going on ? Are you finally in love again ?” Ga just looked at her and stammered: “Uh ... well, you see ... ” Katurana laughed heartily in between bites of her salad and toast, while saying: “Oh stop babbling, you silly goose ! Here, have some wine ... you look like you could use some right now. Who is it ? No, let me guess ... of course, it is ’Ifafi – is it not ?!!” Before Ga could answer her, she had risen to her feet, taken Ga into her arms and had begun to dance while singing: Zingara sten farno – sten farno accompli. Tes qofta Kristiania. Tes qofta. “Oh, come on darling ! We know each other all too well for love secrets. Tell me every little detail ... immediately ! I absolutely insist !” And Ga took a sip of angelberry wine, leaned back onto the sofa with Katurana snuggled up close into him – still munching on her salad and toast – and he proceeded to tell her the whole story of his dream, and his first night together with ’Ifafi ... and thereafter the glories of experiencing angelic romantic love. Katurana kissed Ga and smiled from the depths of her soul, exclaiming: “I am SO happy for you both, Ga ! But even more so for you. It has taken you quite a while to adjust to Thomas’ return to the Interlife, and I know that it must be difficult for you knowing that he has again reincarnated, but at the same time not being allowed to interfere with his new incarnation by way of direct personal contact. But you could not have found a more loving, handsome, angelic and supportive partner than in ’Ifafi. I approve ! I approve ! I approve ! Hey, give me a half glass of that wine ... let’s celebrate !” In the midst of their toast, ’Ifafi walked into the room – himself in a jovial mood as well. “So THIS is where the real party is !” he exclaimed, while sweeping Katurana up into his arms and taking her for a short swing around the room. Katurana laughed and laughed as she turned ‘round and ‘round, and when she came to rest directly in front of ’Ifafi she whispered: “Don’t flirt with me so, ’Ifafi. You might make Ga jealous !” “Me ... jealous ? That is impossible. Angels do not ... ” barked Ga. “Ahhh ... so the angel has sung !” said ’Ifafi. “Let me see,” he said examining Ga and then kissing him on the forehead and then on the lips. “No clipped wings, so I guess she approves.” “Yes, we have passed the Katurana-test,” replied Ga. “Yes, that you have my darlings !” replied a giggling Katurana. “And now we can have double so much fun together sharing all the details of your secret with each other.” “Now just a moment there Katurana !” replied Ga. But ’Ifafi cut him off, saying: “It’s no use Ga. She is a ‘Goddess’ ... and she always gets her way. We may as well make a public announcement and get it over with ...” Ga was surprised at that comment from ’Ifafi, but he just smiled broadly and threw his arms around ’Ifafi while saying: “I love you. I love you, ’Ifafi. I TRULY DO LOVE YOU !” And with that, Katurana took her cue to leave them to themselves, saying: “Give me a kiss, you two lovebirds ! I must go, and I know that you both have a very big day tomorrow. Ciao !” Ga and ’Ifafi found themselves alone, and the whole room lit up brightly from their auras and the glows from their fully erect wings. CHAPTER THREE, PART TWO: MEETING THE LEADERSHIP FROM ZETA RETICULI. There was a subdued air of excitement in the diplomatic meeting hall in Kristiania, the Eternal City of Universal Light over Oslo, on the morning of the arrival of the Zeta Reticulian leader Uwic, and his colleague Cuezpå. This was, after all, the very first time that a Zeta Reticulian had set foot in a City of Universal Light. Security was at top alert given the gravity and delicacy of the discussion and the need for utmost diplomatic secrecy at the current stage of the proceedings. Ga, ’Ifafi, Eonurai and Lateina were already in place, when Kartion entered the spacious room with the honoured guests: Uwic and Cuezpå. After making the initial presentations, Kartion invited all present to join him in the dining alcove adjacent to the meeting hall for a preliminary lunch – designed to loosen up the atmosphere and to allow them to study each others’ personalities and energies before getting down to business. This was one of Kartion’s favourite negotiation tactics: to soften up potentially tense situations with food and drink and light conversation. Noting that seven persons was perhaps symbolically unfortunate (after receiving a telepathic comment from Lateina regarding the Greys’ consideration of the number seven as being unlucky – much like humanoids on Terra considered the number thirteen to be unlucky), Kartion suggested that they also invite Amexien, the bodyguard who accompanied the Zeta Reticulian leaders to the Eternal City and who was waiting in the reception room, and Katurana – rounding off the number to nine, which was not only the number Zeta Reticulians were most enthusiastic about, but was also a highly-respected number – signifying completion – amongst the members of the Intergalactic Confederation. Once Amexien and Katurana arrived and were seated at the table, Kartion asked the servants to bring a carafe of Angelberry wine, some Norwegian spring water and ostrich stew, served with ruccola and new potatoes. He knew that the Zeta Reticulians considered ostrich meat to be a delicacy – as did the Orions and the Vegans. After some polite exchanges around the table, Uwic made a toast: “It is indeed a great honour to be here in Kristiania, of which we have heard so much. I would like to make a toast to this historic first occasion and to what I hope will be the beginning of a lasting fruitful relationship. Skål !” “Skål !” the others around the table said in unison while lifting their glasses. After an exchange of polite smiles and a short, slightly uncomfortable silence, Uwic rose to the occasion and decided to break the ice – socially-speaking: “You know ... when I first arrived on Terra some seventeen Terra years ago, I thought that all Terra humanoids looked alike. Honestly, I saw no difference between humanoids, and sheep or cows. I think it must of had something to do with the blankness of the eyes and mental expression that I often encountered.” There was a slight discomfort on the part of everyone, but Uwic continued: “But eventually I learned to discern the subtle differences between you, physically and then in terms of soul expression. I guess it is all a matter of what one tunes into perceptually. I have heard that some Terra inhabitants have problems seeing differences between persons within general racial groups – despite obvious hybridisations and differences in bone structure and genetic make-up. Funny ... actually, I have also heard that some Terra humanoids have trouble telling one Grey from another. Can you believe that ?!!” Kartion was blushing, ’Ifafi was fidgeting nervously with his feet and trying to get Ga’s attention so that they could – together – try to save the moment. Lateina held her straight-faced mask, but Eonurai and Katurana began to giggle and then burst out into boisterous laughter, giving them both laughing cramps. Uwic finally smiled, saying: “So you DO have a sense of humour, after all ? We were beginning to wonder.” His two Zeta Reticulian colleagues began laughing as well, with Amexien adding: “The first time I saw an angel, all I could think about was eating. To think how delicious it would be to eat a cross between a cow and an ostrich !” Both Ga and ’Ifafi felt slightly uncomfortable at that last comment, but upon glancing over at Kartion who laughed at this Zeta Reticulian attempt at black humour, they also laughed. And Ga politely said: “To be able to laugh at oneself is a divine quality, indeed !” ’Ifafi and Kartion raised their glasses saying: “Skål. Tes qofta !” The remainder of the lunch went quite well, and the conversations between the nine flowed easily. Cuezpå was quite interested in asking Eonurai several detailed questions regarding her research in general, but most specifically about her preliminary laboratory investigations which she meant would benefit the Zeta Reticulians in their search for reproductive capability. They seemed to hit it off quite well. Kartion, Ga and ’Ifafi were absorbed in discussions with Uwic about the political tensions between the Zeta Reticulians and the Empire of Orion, as well as the military capacities and infrastructure on both Zeta Reticuli and Orion. Katurana and Lateina also enjoyed light conversation together with Amexien, whom they promised to give a guided tour of Kristiania after lunch – while the others continued their official negotiations. When lunch was finished, Katurana, Lateina and Amexien gave their ‘thanks’ and excused themselves – leaving Kartion, Ga, ’Ifafi, Eonurai, Uwic and Cuezpå to continue with the official part of the diplomatic meeting. The six remaining angels, humanoids and Zeta Reticulians returned to the spacious meeting hall which had been cleared of extra chairs for the occasion, featuring merely a large table with comfortable chairs of various heights in order to accommodate the relatively tall angels, the somewhat shorter Eonurai and the Zeta Reticulians, who were quite smaller in stature than their four counterparts. Kartion took over leadership of the meeting to begin with, explaining that the purpose of the meeting was to obtain the official reactions of the Zeta Reticulians to their previous communication with Ga, ’Ifafi, Eonurai and Lateina, to answer any remaining questions regarding the intentions and activities of the Intervention and Terra healing project as well as any scientific details regarding research which might benefit the Zeta Reticulians and, finally, to discuss the political ramifications of eventual cooperation between the Zeta Reticulians and Terra. Uwic responded: “We have reviewed the information provided by Eonurai, and find it most interesting. There are some minor details that we would like to clarify but at this point we feel that we have enough information regarding both the bio-genetic research methodology and preliminary results to enter into a cooperative effort with your scientists. Of course, we expect that our own scientists also will be taken on as part of the team that will be furthering research and procedural models on Zeta Reticulians.” “That goes without saying,” replied Eonurai. “And further that any agreement will be approved both by the highest level of leadership both on Terra ... and the scientific, ethical and political leadership divisions of the Intergalactic Confederation, of which Terra is a member,” continued Uwic. “Certainly !” interjected Kartion. “However, we must reach agreement here today regarding the political risks involved. Zeta Reticuli is now an official colony of the Empire of Orion and ...” “Excuse me esteemed colleague Kartion,” interrupted Uwic. “We do not consider ourselves to be a colony of the Empire of Orion, and never have. We consider Orion to be aggressors who impinge upon our rights to self-determination – both politically, socially and biologically ... “Yes, yes. We understand your perspective and have the utmost respect for your sentiments. However, we must address the issue of possible consequences when the leadership on the Empire of Orion hears of our intention to cooperate with you, not to mention their reactions to your bio-genetic evolution. You must recognise that that would be seen as an affront to their sovereignty over Zeta Reticuli. “It will not come under consideration for us to ask the Empire of Orion for permission to develop ourselves bio-genetically. As you say here on Terra: ‘When pigs fly !’ Our people want self-determination, and on a political level that is synonymous with independence.” The atmosphere in the room was getting tense again, and ’Ifafi thought that a bit of clarification was in order: “Your most honourable Uwic, are you asking the leadership on Terra, and eventually the Intergalactic Confederation, to assist Zeta Reticuli in its struggle for independence ? Surely, you know that we have a policy of non-interference and that any such agreement is essentially a declaration of war, which would obligate all other members of the Intergalactic Confederation. How would you suggest that ...” Ga interrupted: “I believe that we all understand the extreme delicacy of the situation. There have been countless errors made here on Terra, and elsewhere in the galaxies, due to interferences being considered as breaches of sovereign rights of nations, planets and stars. However, let us look at the situation in a larger perspective. There are benefits to be reaped by all parts ... even for Orion.” “And how would Orion benefit from our independence ?” asked Cuezpå. “You might have a very difficult time convincing Ieøq and Kwiføw that giving us independence and the possibility of – and the right to – reproduction is in their best interest.” Kartion interjected calmly: “Ga is correct. There are benefits for all. As you know, Terra and the Intergalactic Command are hoping that the Intervention project will have synergy effects beyond Terra – reaching other member and non-member stars and planets that also are advancing from Third and Fourth Density to higher levels of consciousness and existence, including Zeta Reticuli AND the Empire of Orion. In addition, as you well know, there has been a trade embargo in place against the Empire of Orion for ages and Orion also has many challenges in regards to environmental questions, agricultural productivity and self-sustenance as well as a tremendous need for increased diversification in terms of exports and their domestic sector. I believe that the solution is clear ...” “And what might that be ?” asked Uwic. “Clearly,” replied Kartion, “that both Zeta Reticuli and the Empire of Orion be invited into the Intergalactic Confederation – as two sovereign star systems, with all the benefits and obligations that membership would require according to the constitution of the Intergalactic Confederation.” “That sounds very interesting, indeed,” replied Uwic. “But I repeat, Zeta Reticuli will – under no circumstances – tolerate continued military or colonial bureaucratic presence on Zeta Reticuli once we have achieved formal status as a sovereign star system !” “That is understandable,” reassured Kartion. “I suggest that I take this question up with the Higher Command on Terra and ask our Ambassador to the Intergalactic Confederation to take it further to the Security Council, and thereafter to an emergency vote in the General Assembly. We will hold you oriented, and I expect that an official reply will be given within a Terra fortnight. In the meantime, it is important that you, Uwic, do what you need to do to attain the support of your government on Zeta Reticuli. I believe that it is best that we agree to keep the issues at hand between ourselves, and otherwise on a strictly ‘need to know’ basis, as any unfortunate leakage on any side could have disastrous consequences for us all.” “Agreed”, said Uwic. And the others present nodded and repeated: “Agreed !” Kartion and Ga escorted their guests back to the reception area where Amexien was waiting. Cuezpå asked Amexien: “Have you been waiting long ?” Amexien replied with a smile: “No, not at all. I just arrived after a wonderful tour given by Lateina and Katurana – lovely, intelligent creatures ... both of them !” They took their farewells, and Kartion and Ga then returned to the meeting room where Eonurai and ’Ifafi were waiting and chatting. “Well, that went rather well,” said Eonurai ... with ’Ifafi agreeing. “Yes, I am pleased,” said Ga. “They are actually quite intelligent, and even have a sense of humour, when they relax. Not so very different from us, really. Although I must admit that I do think that they resemble one another more than just a bit – at least at first glance. But imagine comparing angels to ostriches ... everyone knows that ostriches can’t fly !” All laughed at Ga’s remark, but Kartion was quiet. “Well Kartion,” said Eonurai, “are you also pleased with the proceedings today ?” Kartion replied: “Yes, by far. I can say that I am certain that the proposal will go through on our side, on the side of the Zeta Reticulians and also – after some days of discussion – in the Intergalactic Confederation Security Council and General Assembly. However, I still fear that the reaction from the Empire of Orion will be challenging.” “You are probably right about that,” said ’Ifafi. “So what is the next step ?” “The next step,” said Kartion, “is that the four of us sit down in approximately one hour’s time and begin to draft the minutes from the meeting and our proposal to the Terra Higher Command, with a request that it be presented for the Intergalactic Confederation at an emergency meeting of the General Assembly (after having been drafted by the Security Council). We must get this out tonight.” Eonurai excused herself to go meditate for an hour, Kartion went for a run in the physical training facilities, and Ga and ’Ifafi retired to Ga’s room and took a short nap – letting the day’s earlier tensions and accomplishments subside in favour of loving angelic affection and dreams. The four met again one hour later and effectively wrote and sent to the Terra Higher Command both minutes of the meeting and the proposal, of which a copy was communicated to Uwic and Cuezpå (all marked ‘strictly confidential’). And then it was only to wait for the decision of the Intergalactic Confederation, and the eventual joint statement from the Confederation and the government of Zeta Reticuli. CHAPTER THREE, PART THREE: THE DECLARATION, AND A THREAT FROM THE EMPIRE OF ORION. Ga and ’Ifafi were sleeping soundly – ensconced in each others’ arms and wings – when Ga suddenly opened his eyes, pushed ’Ifafi aside and groaned: “Good morning, my love ... get up ! We have some research to do.” “Quei” ! (What !), replied ’Ifafi in the new Merkabah dialect, still groggy and rubbing his eyes while scratching an itch under his left wing. “We (or at least I) need to find out more about the entities and races involved in this intergalactic process – especially the Empire of Orion. We need to be prepared for whatever can happen,” said Ga. “Relax, my love. Que sera, sera. Det vet du. We cannot do anything to change fate,” replied ’Ifafi, trying to pull Ga back onto his wings. “Fate !??”, replied Ga, resisting physically. “What are you talking about ? This is not a question of fate, but a question of Divine Will, which we are all responsible for – individually and collectively. Let us use our free will to the greatest potential and benefit !” “D’accord, mon copain,” said ’Ifafi. “I agree, but how about just another hour in bed – together ? There is always so much work. Don’t you ever relax and just enjoy the moment, and that which you have attained and achieved ? Come, I have something to tell you ... and show you ...” “Arrêt ! Je t’aime, mais ... concæ måinet queist penwve !” “Okay, but you do understand that my insistence is actually your own doing ?!! If you were not so impudent, beautiful, insistent and sexy, then ...” “Don’t even go there,” said Ga, planting a wet kiss on the broad and fleshy lips of ’Ifafi ... and then promptly licking his ear lobes and neck. “And now it must be I that tell you the same: ‘Don’t even go there ! You know that that technique is much more effective to win me over to go to bed with you than to get me to leave being in bed with you !” Ga began tickling ’Ifafi under his armpits – the most ticklish place for ’Ifafi (and most angels), except for possibly between the third and fourth toes. “Ha ha … stop ! I give up ! I will get up. Ha ha … hee hee hee. Nå skal du få igjen, du !” squealed ’Ifafi as he began to tickle Ga. “Truce !” screamed Ga, laughing out-of-control, and then suddenly gazing deep into ’Ifafi’s soul through the portals of his beautiful eyes. “I love you ... je t’aime ... jeg elsker deg … tes qofta, tes qofta, ’Ifafi.” ’Ifafi stroked Ga’s hair and gently planted a kiss on his lips, while saying: “Mon coeur, je t’aime aussi. Just tell me what you want ... I would march to the ends of the Universes for you ...” Ga then replied (with a slight smile): “Good ... then you will certainly have no problem engaging in a little analysis of the situation at hand. We could even make a game of it if you like, perhaps something similar to the old Terra games that were played until recently: like ‘Monopoly’, or ‘Risk’ or an old-fashioned space-age videogame ...” ’Ifafi interrupted: “yeah, or perhaps ‘Old Maid’ or strip poker !??” “Nå må du gi deg, kjære !”, said Ga, then repeating: “Give it up, babe ! I do not negotiate love. And who are you insinuating is to be stuck with the ‘Old Maid’ anyway ... according to my calculations, your age is approximately ...” “Hey, chill out babe. Bring out the game board ... or your computer. Give me a double espresso and a birdseed sweet bun, and I am yours – however and for whatever cause ... (of course, within reason ... heh heh)” Ga immediately arose and called food services to make an order for a light breakfast, and then he quickly began getting dressed, modestly turning his back to ’Ifafi. “Ahhhh ...”, said ’Ifafi. “Thank you ! Your very best asset in full view !” Ga freaked out for a moment, wondering what he had set into motion, but then ’Ifafi added: “I just love those wings of yours ... especially when in full erection.” Ga just smiled and wiggled his wings, prompting ’Ifafi to say – in jest: “You wish, my love !” And Ga replied: “No my dear ... YOU wish. But there will be time for that later. Here – take a look at what the computer has to say about the different races involved in this situation ...” ’Ifafi began to read aloud from the screen: ‘The Empire of Orion consists of entities who adhere to the Light and the Darkness, and whose centres of power were originally based at two competing star systems. After many wars with the Intergalactic Confederation over hundreds of thousands of Terra years, the Orions were essentially beaten back into a position where their aggressiveness had been contained to their own galaxy – giving relative peace to their neighbouring galaxies, but not necessarily to their colony: Zeta Reticuli. They had, however, achieved a long-lasting peace agreement with both Vega and other neighbours. Basically, the Empire of Orion was at the same level of spiritual and racial transformation as the inhabitants of Terra – slowly moving into the fourth and fifth dimensions. “‘The hold of the Empire of Orion over Zeta Reticuli can be compared in many ways to the histories of many empires and former colonies on Terra. The topic of self-governance or official autonomy has always been a sore one ... ’” ’Ifafi then commented: “Ga, my love. It looks as though there may be trouble ... especially when the decision to invite Zeta Reticuli into the Confederation is announced – that is, if it goes through.” Ga shook his head in affirmation, saying: “Yes, exactly. And there is no reason to think that the proposal will not eventually go through the General Assembly. I am quite certain that it will receive the full approval of the Security Council. Vega and Sirius could try to stalemate a quick decision, mostly because of Vega’s trade agreements with Orion ... and Sirius’ current strong anti-war stance – but, from what I hear, a proclamation inviting Zeta Reticuli into the Confederation is essentially a ‘done deal’. And both Vega and Sirius will be ‘won over’ if Kartion’s suggestion to offer the Empire of Orion membership as well is approved.” They continued to read countless internal documents and studies of various civilisations that could play a major role in the conflict, including: Alpha Centauri, Lyra, Vega, Zeta Reticuli, Sirius, the Pleiades, Arcturus etc. After hours of reading and discussion, ’Ifafi concluded: “The challenges and the possible attainments are clear. The real test for the Confederation is not a question of military might – our combined forces are much stronger than those of the Empire of Orion – but rather a test of whether (or not) the Confederation can handle an eventual military provocation and confrontation to the best for the combined and interconnected universes ... and without falling back to the behavioural patterns seen on Terra, Orion, Zeta Reticuli and other planets and stars still evolving from a Third Density reality.” “Exactement,” replied Ga. “THAT is the challenge we really face ... it is all connected – the evolution of the members of the Intergalactic Confederation, and that of the Empire of Orion, Zeta Reticuli and Terra. Another confrontation of the ‘illusion’ of separation theory.” There was a great silence after that last comment by Ga – not between the two of them, for they were in unison in their thoughts, but still in reflection and reminiscence. Finally, ’Ifafi said solemnly: “Yeah, it is the same thing we are trying to recover from here on Terra. Greed and separation – it is all about power and materialism. And as the spiral gains more and more momentum, the more egotism there is. Those in charge of the commercial and bureaucratic systems do everything possible to pass on their burdens to those of low stature and l