Get Me Out of Here!: Welcome to Easter Island

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Part 1: Next stage of the journey

There were 52 standard cards in the deck - and then there was the joker. He was dangerous for he know that the whole thing is nothing but an illusion.

chapter 1: The open invitation

Yeshua bar Yosef (Jesus) said:

A person had guests. And when he had prepared the dinner,

he sent his servant, so that he might invite the guests.

The servant came to the first and said to him: My master invites you.

He answered: I have bills for some merchants. They are coming to me this evening. I will go and give instructions to them. Please excuse me from the dinner.

The servant came to another and said to him: My master has invited you.

He answered: I have bought a house, and I have been called away for a day. I will not have time today.

The servant went to another and said to him: My master invites you.

He answered: My friend is going to marry, and I am the one who is going to prepare the meal. I will not be able to come. Please excuse me from the dinner.

The servant came up to another and said to him: My master invites you.

He answered: I have bought a village. Since I am going to collect the rent, I will not be able to come. Please excuse me.

The servant went away and said to his master:

Those whom you invited to the dinner have asked to be excused.

The master said to his servant: "Go out on the roads.

Bring back whomever you find, so that they might have dinner."

For this is how it Is: Dealers and merchants will not enter the Places of my Father.

(Gospel of Thomas, Saying 64)

This quote was the natural beginning for Pilgrim, the very first book I wrote, for the events that made me start writing also made me ask obvious questions - such as why me?

The writing began when the Angels invaded my life, and it was certainly not entirely obvious to me why They would pay me that kind of interest. The first pages of the book with their references to the biblical accounts of Yeshua’s birth made it only sillier - how can you put me in that kind of a league?

- But perhaps the sober wondering also held the answer to the question...

As time and events have passed by the wondering has subsided - but only to be replaced by the wondering expressed in the prologue of this book: Will it really matter, will it really make a difference?

I guess the answer will appear when my books get out, and so far the difference in my own life has been significant: Once I was a scientist believing in the creed of Scientism stating that we live in a purely physical world of random events; now I understand that our physical world is an illusion of sorts, a form of virtual reality.

The odd thing is that as a child, before I trained in Scientism, I had some truly weird ideas and perceptions where it was as if I was a sleeper waiting to be woken up - and it was as if I did not really belonged where I was but was an alien who had been put into the care of a foster home.

Then I learned to be sensible and rational and the strange perceptions faded away and were replaced by normality. Yet, where I have landed now the childhood perceptions are perhaps not quite as odd as they once were, if you consider what I have written elsewhere in my books - and continue to write in this one.

Thus, on this journey I have communicated with something that does not exist in physical reality and I have remembered my existences in numerous past lifetimes - as if I am some sort of consciousness wandering from bodily experience to bodily experience. There were even reasons or explanations given when after completing the draft manuscript for Who Owns God? I went on a weekend course with a Chinese master visiting Denmark in the spring of 2010.

A main point arrived with his understanding of the hierarchical world of consciousness we are living in. That understanding differed from what the Angels had described previously by placing people who had completed their spiritual evolution above the Angels.

Such people would become immortal and Ascended Masters, and while seemingly odd at first the concept actually made sense from the perspective that everything Created exist for the purpose of gathering experiences, and who gathers most experiences - those who dive all the way into darkness and return from it or those who never left the Light out of sight?

Immortality has the disadvantage, the master said, that when you reach that point in your evolution you will no longer have a body, so if we strive for immortality we must consider whether we want to sacrifice our body to reach it, I concluded - and the connections to the Buddhist teachings about reaching Nirvana after going through innumerable cycles of incarnations were obvious. In that understanding of things it is a matter of either or, but the mantra I have had ringing in my ears is the best of both worlds - so can you have the cake and eat it?

Perhaps that is the main mission of my current journey - to explore the feasibility of the seemingly impossible? The recent extension on my contract (described in Almost There...) where I signed up for a continuation according to the promise of the bodhisattva would certainly point in that direction...

Another important message I brought home from this weekend course derived from the master’s word that since he had not reached immortality he did not teach it to others, for you can only teach others what you master yourself. It was a very sobering message in a world of noisy egos, and it was a very deep Truth, for any real master shows the way by walking it first - not by telling others to do it.

The understanding reminded me of Ashid who once spoke about the curse of the master - the principle whereby you stop your own progress my passing on to others what you have already learned - you have to stop walking to sit down and teach. Obviously, there are also great gains in sharing with others, so perhaps the Truth is to keep moving and keep moving until you have travelled as far as you can for now, and then sit down to teach?

If it is so, it would be understandable why I have had to spend years creating book after book after book before publishing anything.

While the master spoke about these things my attention drifted off to the story of Arven and I - of how we did not get each other in this life, and since I knew it was intended to be my last life on earth the disaster had seemed inescapable.

Then strange things happened when the lost connections down here in the physical world were placed by my awareness of connections at a Higher level - and when I had Arven’s Higher Self showing up in my home to express Her regrets about the failure of her lower self. That way the damage from the breakup was controlled, and then we proceeded into the repair where I signed that contract extension whereby I would return to earth for another lifetime. Not only would it give us a second chance, but by returning as an Ascended Master in his full consciousness I would be much better equipped to deal with Arven - and she could meanwhile have lived through whatever number of lifetimes it takes her to reach a point in her Evolution where we can reach our shared goals - the shared goals of our Higher Selves.

Perhaps it was the understanding of this being my last life on earth that made me choose the unusually long life I have installed for me: If this really is the last round I might as well get the most out of it by challenging the usual 120 years limit for human longevity, the thinking could have been. Now that I might look forward to a long period of hibernation while waiting for Arven’s Maturation, hanging around here for as long as possible might still make sense from the same sort of logic.

Still, I could have chosen to stick to my original plan, but apparently Love is Stronger than immortality...

The master also said that when we are ready for immortality, the immortal masters seek us out and pick us up - it is not we who find Them, but They who find us when we are ready for it.

The words made sense of how I had my life suddenly invaded by Them - and of how my instructions to Them had been clear ahead of this life: Get me out of here - no matter what - just get me out of here!

It was that very desire to leave - here and now - that brought the crash about, for Arven was no way near her point of Ascension: One should not ask stones to fly, as Raphael so elegantly put it.

Still, while things made sense like that, none of it explained how and why I had qualified for being airlifted out of here - this world may be a world of misery, but that does not save those who suffer in it, only make them miserable, so there would have to be more to the story than shear discomfort with the conditions of this world.

Perhaps the answer is to be found in what I wrote about the Good People in who owns God, for it was with a reference to the biblical tale of the good man Tobit that Raphael invaded my life: Tobit went through all sorts of calamities, but because he was such a genuinely good man God sent Raphael to help and guide him.

In a life where I had struggled through adversity after adversity but always strived to remain a good and righteous man who would not let his suffering drive him into the patterns of the dark side it was certainly easy for me to see the parallels - somehow I always had my eyes set on behaving like some sort of Knight of knights.

It is not as if I always managed to get absolutely everything perfectly right - there are certainly things I feel ashamed about - but there was always that striving, and the ability to feel ashamed was actually a good thing in a world where our callous leaders often sing along with Frank Sinatra on My way, not caring about what calamities or damages they caused while using the rest of us as their toys.

- So perhaps the qualifying feature was the development of empathy - perhaps empathy overrules any and all fumbling we may come up with?

In a world seriously lacking in Good Will, a wider perspective on the quote could be the obvious impression of this world as a place where the guests have rejected the invitation because they prefer to be wheeler-dealers - which would imply that after accepting the invitation I have now become the servant handing out invitations to anyone willing to come, hoping to start a trend that might spread the way chain letters do.

Let us therefore spend this book on the trail away from the world of the wheeler-dealers and into the Gospel of Good Will:

Chapter 2: A trip to the cinema

A lot of things happened around that time, and a Saturday in May 2010 I was sent off to see a movie in the cinema. Such trips to the cinema were among our first means of communication. Later other means of communication took over, but recently we went back to basics and on this Saturday the movie turned out to be in perfect synchrony with what I got out of the course with the Chinese master.

The movie I was sent to see was Perseus. Perseus is a figure from Greek mythology, a son of Zeus, the main God in Greek mythology. Zeus liked women and Perseus he got by an earth-woman, and the purpose of the trip to the cinema was to make me embrace the idea of myself as a son of Kerubiel born by an earth-woman. How that concept is to be envisioned in practice I will leave to your imagination, but embracing the idea was apparently quite important.

In the myth, Zeus assumes the body of a man so he can visit the woman in her husband’s absence, and Perseus was the product of these secret encounters. Perhaps such a thing is hard to imagine in my case, and my body does look like the product of genes from both my earthly mother and my earthly father.

Not only are there similarities in the looks, but on my father’s side there is a certain physicality that enabled my grand cousin Lars to become a several time World Cup rowing medallist and my sister Grete to become a Danish athletics youth champion, and while I never won any medals and don’t have explosive strength, I was actually an able long distance runners when I was younger. I never trained enough to compete in competitions on a high level, but without much training I could match the best of our female athletes, and when my sister sowed her running tights she sowed an extra pair for me as our running gear had exactly the same dimensions.

A part of the reason behind that success story in my family is that we are quite stubborn, and I certainly got that trait too...

A couple of years earlier the Archangel Michael described me as a product of such mating between humans and Angels - which reminded me of Genesis 6:1-3: And it came to pass, when men began to multiply on the face of the earth, and daughters were born unto them, That the sons of God saw the daughters of men that they were fair; and they took them wives of all which they chose. And the Lord said, My spirit shall not always strive with man, for that he also is flesh: yet his days shall be an hundred and twenty years. - And that is where things do get a bit odd:

Another trait we have in my family is longevity. Now that my father is in his late eighties he raves about his paternal uncles who lived till they were past ninety - as if to reassure himself that he still has years left to live. Living that long was not common in my grandparent’s generation, but my father’s mother also turned ninety before dying: She celebrated her birthday with a big family party and then she died the following night.

The trait is even more pronounced on my mother’s side, where a great-grandmother - the mother of my mother’s mother - did not die until she was 101, at which point she was fresh enough to die as a result of an accident in her garden. She lived with her daughter and son-in-law quite close to my parents’ home, so as a young child I could walk there and visit my grandparents and my great-grandmother on a regular basis, and we grew really close.

When my great-grandmother suffered her accident and was hospitalised, my parents took us to visit her at the hospital the day before she died. As she lay there pale, blue, and motionless there was a strange connection between us, and in some sort of goodbye I said inside myself that I would do like my great-grandma - only would I live twenty years longer. I don’t know where that came from, but there was a sense of deep Knowing in it: This was how things would happen.

It was not until decades later that I found the quote from Genesis and in some combination of shock and amazement realised that some thirty years earlier I had concluded that I would reach the limits for human longevity - or perhaps stick a toe out on the other side by turning 121...

Meanwhile I had also progressed through the school system and discovered that the officially documented limits for human longevity is around 120, and in my first class at the university the teacher asked the coming doctors if they knew how they could best live long healthy lives. We tried all sorts of suggestions, until we ran out of ideas and then the teacher said that the best way to live a long healthy life is to be born of parents who lived long healthy lives themselves - all the things we had mentioned were certainly important, but the one thing that mattered the most was to have the right genes, the right ancestry.

It would seem like I picked the right strategy for my assault on the standing record for human longevity, then, but it was still odd that I had seen things so precisely as a young child.

My long distance running also turned seriously odd towards the end, where it came to a seemingly premature end when I damaged a knee when passing over a stone fence and round a corner in one move - while running full speed. It was not so much the abrupt ending itself that was so odd, but what had passed in the months before - where I suddenly developed a sprint I otherwise never had.

Previously I was a very slow runner, but once I started running I would not stop again - there was a bit of Forest Gump about it - so whereas I was a laughing joke on any short distance I could outrun most other people if only the distance was long enough. Now I suddenly had a sprint enabling me to run at blistering speed - and it was not just any sprint but a strange mental condition I was able to enter when towards the end of a race I was so exhausted that my brain was almost setting out. Under such circumstances I could use my pain and misery to slip into some kind of a trance where it was as if I left this world and allowed my body to run on its own - and then the rocket took off.

I won a couple of sprint prizes for these finishes that were so unusual that the speakers would rave about the guy who suddenly - and at the end of a long race - ran like it was just a short sprint on fresh legs.

I still have the trophies in my cupboard, but I am not sure how to explain the experience, and the best comparison I can come up with is Hollywood movies where the champ in the last moment clenches victory by an extra effort where it is as if the ticking of time changes and the world becomes a distant noise that only returns in full reality moments after the victory. It was like those visual depictions when the outside world turned into a mist I effortlessly floated through.

Otherwise I was always a man of the earth - growing up on a farm and raised by a pig farmer who would have wished that the eldest son became a pig farmer too, and all the esoteric stuff was far too exotic for me until my awakening, so those incidents in the last days of my running career were beyond my concepts - but they were there, and you can’t argue against data, as any scientist is taught to know.

Then I got into spirituality and I found myself falling into trances all the times - even seemingly spontaneous ones - and it made me remember that the same thing had happened for me when I was a preschool child and spontaneously slipped into a state of mind I would now call Nirvana, but back then I had no idea what it was. All I knew was that it was a place of nothingness holding an immense and amazing peace - and then there was a caution in me to not venture too far into that land, or else I might not be able to find my way back.

The adult version of these trances were no less odd, and one day it became so odd that I asked my clairvoyant at the time what was happening to me.

The precipitating incident behind the question came a day I walked in the woods next to my home. Suddenly I slipped away and found myself in a consciousness far, far from the earth-plane, and when my consciousness returned to my body, seemingly in the next moment, I found myself elsewhere in the woods. It was as if I had left our physical reality, made a loop, and then returned to it elsewhere. That experience was odd enough in itself, but the place I now found myself I had never visited before and it was quite far from where I had slipped into my trance.

When I asked my clairvoyant, she told me it was a skill I had brought with me from a previous life as a monk in Tibet; in that lifetime I had learned to do walking meditations and it was that skill the motion from my walking legs now brought back. True enough, it seemed, for it was actually quite striking how I could induce an almost instantaneous trance by setting my legs moving and then turn my conscious mind off.

All of this is just fragments, though, so I can’t say I had the full picture when I went to the cinema for the Perseus movie.

However, my acceptance of the situation created a certain energy allowing me to look deeper into Creation than ever before - all the way to its very first moments. What I saw over that movie weekend was a design matching the myth about the Greek Gods as sons of Titans. Thus, the Angels are Beings originating from primordial clouds of Energy each representing a certain aspect of God that then gave rise to a class of Angels expressing that Energy.

In our physical universe there would be a parallel in the events following the big bang where the early universe formed clouds of dust and gas from which galaxies would later form, and like I should be able to trace the origins of my components of my physical body back through all the subsequent events and to their first appearance in physical reality, if the film could be put in reverse, I followed the track or the trace of my energy back through my various bodily existences - all the way to the Cherubim - and from there to the cloud of Energy they were born from, a primordial Energy I will refer to as Judgement, for that is the human word best covering its contents.

Zeus was the youngest son of the Titan Kronos, so Perseus was a grandson of Kronos, and through this view back in time I accepted myself as a grandson of the Titan Judgement, the primordial energy from which Kerubiel was born - so Judgement I AM, and Judgement I shall become.

Achieving that understanding was a main goal for the weekend efforts, and with it came a sense that because of the ancestry and my presence in a body in this physical world I would be able to make a difference, get an important job done, by expressing the energy of Judgement from within that physical housing: Perseus could do something not even the Gods could do simply because he was the right kind of half-breed - and so could I - but what is it that I might be able to do if I get things right?

Perhaps the answer is to be found in the concept of Truth featuring so prominently in my writings - which would also explain why I have to speak up against Scientism with its very literal realism:

According to such literal interpretations of reality, Truth would be something rock solid that could be indentified and proven - once and for all. Consequently, Truth becomes a battleground for people who seek the power to define it not only for themselves but for everybody else - and whoever claims to hold such indisputable Truth has a natural right to force it upon other people: Whether the dominated ones like it or not, it is in the best interests of everyone, including them, that they are forced into abiding by such canonised Truth, if they are unable to embrace it willingly.

That is the policy we have seen from our various Churches, and it is the policy we see today from the clergy of Scientism and from our earthly leaders. But does such religious fanaticism do us any real good?

The question seems to answer itself, and the real Truth is brutally exposed week after week when a new scientific discovery disproves indisputable, proven truth from the week before. How could this be possible if that concept of truth by proof was true and valid?

Real Truth is something else - it is what serves us best as human beings and as individuals seeking to explore Creation on behalf of God while Ascending in our own consciousness, so it should be obvious that Truth is fluid rather than solid, and that it must be viewed or appreciated holistically and not simplistically; humanity would do itself great favours by understanding that much.

At the same time Truth is also the Way of the Light; It is what Lights the Way of the Light - so it is the opposite or the complementary of darkness and illusions; the illusions that clouds the way of the dark side.

Thus, to understand and appreciate Truth, we must also - and first - appreciate and understand darkness and Light - which is why the two aspects of the Divine Force-field get so much press in my texts.

When I speak of Truth in my books it is therefore this other version of Truth as embodied in the Spirit of Truth - which is really no different from the Holy Spirit.

It is that Truth I find embodied in the cover image for this book:

In reality it is a photo of a cloud of gas in our universe, referred to as a Nebula, but in New Age circles it is referred to as the Eye of God, and that is how it circulates on the internet. I also use it here as the Eye of God, for that