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I was overwhelmed by the feeling of oneness, love, and intelligence beyond my earthly comprehension. At the same time, I could hear BB on the camp chair outside the tent snoring. I was strangely complacent about being in two places at the same time.
“You are still connected to your earthly body. You won't remember everything. We have met many many times before... It's ok though do not try to think, just be”. I knew the being, which had taken human form, as Metatron. He, I say he, but he was equally masculine and feminine; just Metatron. Metatron's sex appeared to the receiver how the receiver wanted to view him. I addressed Metatron as male, but even then, I knew this concept was a humanistic approach, and one that I did not need to have. Metatron was a being of light. He did not need to introduce himself; I knew who he was.
He was right, I had met him before, but I could not remember any previous times. It was just a sense of knowing. Like the feeling of déjà vu but unlike déjà vu, which only lasts for seconds, this was a constant continuous feeling of knowing.
Metatron was beautiful. Like a Hollywood actor or actress, but with the beauty and good looks a billion times over. His masculinity and femininity shone through in his words, his actions, and his persona. He was everything that was and everything that could be. I was in awe. At this point, I realised I was still holding his hand. I let go, took a step back, and admired him thoroughly.
Metatron was wearing a purple robe which came down to just above his ankles. The neckline was a band of radiant gold that glimmered and seemed to have a life of its own; shimmering and moving. It looked like golden waves were crashing outwards from his neckline. I noticed just a glimpse of chest hair, but weirdly, this still did not confirm that he was male.
His low-cut shoes exposed his ankles, and I noticed his shoes were just like the band around the neckline of the robe. Gold in colour, glimmering and shifting and changing. It was like clouds with different intensities of golds swirling in and round his shoes. Within the purple-looking material of the robe, was a golden interwoven silk thread. It started from the neckline, spreading across his chest heading downwards so that all the gold threads met at the bottom of his robe to one point, like an upside-down pyramid. The gold thread had energy running up and down it, like an electrical current covering his robe. The gold energy was pulsating and moving around its surface. It was hypnotic to watch. The gold pulse spat out at times in slow motion, like watching a solar flare from our sun. On his right shoulder hung a paludamentum, a cloak that fastened over the right shoulder, pinned together by a gold badge that had the symbol of Metatron's Cube.
How did I know what Metatron's Cube was? I don't know I just did.
Metatron had the brightest blue eyes with a hint of the most magical purple around the edges. They made you feel like you wanted to fall into them and swim for miles, such beauty and honesty emanated from them. His light brown, golden blonde hair was swept back off his forehead and hung down towards the back of his head, resting on his shoulders. His hair was so straight and perfect; not one hair out of place. His skin was a dark golden-brown with glimpses of gold scattered here and there as if he had just walked into a glitter bomb. The gold embers in his skin were very subtle, but I could see them. Again, I was in awe.
“Do you recognise this place?” He asked.
I nodded, “I lived here as a child.” I pointed to my A-Team action figures, they sat in a group on the settee. It was as if I had left them there having a team meeting. They were waiting for me to finish my lunch in the dining room, for me to pick up and carry on with our adventures. “Those were the old toys I used to play with.”
“You created this construct,” he said. “You needed to feel safe and secure as we have this, our first meeting while you are still with blood.”
“With blood?” I asked, unsure why he was mentioning blood.
He continued, “You have not left your earthly human physical body. You are still with blood. This is the first time you have met me with blood. Not only that, but this is also the first time the earth's pulse, the life source of the earth, has passed through a living creature; a human. You, Aaron Abbey. It has passed through you.”
No sooner had Metatron finished the sentence; it was as if he had downloaded into my consciousness the knowledge of the Schumann Resonance. I understood everything that had happened to me on earth while I was asleep on the ground. Energy enters the earth in the form of lightning all over the world in different time zones. This energy then exits the earth, back out to the stratosphere in a continuous circle of life energy for the cosmos. The exit points on planet earth are random and never in the same place again. I just happened to be laid in the right place at the right time of this so-called exit heartbeat, or the exit pulsation, of the earth which went straight through my pineal gland.
Metatron went on, “The pineal gland is associated with higher awareness and higher consciousness. Just as the pineal gland secretes melatonin, it also relates to our awareness and consciousness. Our connectedness to one another.”
All this information was a knowing, like I had downloaded Wikipedia. I knew and understood everything that had happened.
“Your soul’s purpose is about to begin,” Metatron said. “Each decision you make will change the course or the path of many souls to come; your own included. Do not be afraid, do not let your ego take control because whichever path you make, wherever your purpose takes you; you should follow. There is no right or wrong direction. There is no right or wrong decision, ever.”
“My purpose? What do you mean?” I knew what Metatron meant. I could feel the conversation in the form of a song all around me. The energy was uplifting. I did not feel frightened, or unsure, or have any doubts about any of this new information. I knew my destiny before he even opened his mouth and spoke. My life was about to change. But the human part of me wanted him to tell me my purpose; to say it out loud so that I could hear it in a form that I recognised.
“Everything humans and humanoids do, from picking a flower, to stamping on an ant, to turning left instead of right, replying to a text message instantly or later. Everything you think, pray, sing, speak, do, everything is a form of energy that integrates within this universe's geometry. The energy created from Earth forms part of the interconnected cosmos, which is feeding other solar systems. The earth processes these energies; these vibrations created by the cosmic constructs of energies and frequencies. It then digests them. Aaron, the earth is a living planet, and once digested, it then sends the energy to parts of the earth that needs it the most. The earth is forever evolving, healing, and growing. It has its own life force. The pulse that the earth expels outwards into the cosmos, the same vibrational pulse that went straight through your pineal gland, is the force that feeds the rest of the neighbouring solar systems. It's a continuous life force.
“Your human life is about to change. Your world is about to change forever. How you embrace these changes is entirely up to you, but a change is upon you. Remember, there is no right or wrong way. I will be here as your guide. Feel your higher self, be your higher self, see your higher self. It will be difficult to connect at first, but earth time is on your side”.
When Metatron said, 'see your higher self', I turned to look in the mirror which hung on the side of the chimney breast in this illusion of a living room from my childhood. In front of it was a tall square table made from mahogany. It was a small square hallway table that would generally have a telephone on. Instead, I could see my mum's hairbrush and hair spray which she would use to do her hair every morning before taking me to school. I know I didn't need to look in the mirror because as soon as Metatron uttered these words, I was fully aware of how my higher self looked. I had the same robe on as Metatron, dark purple with gold energy pulsating up and down to a point in the gold woven fabric. I had the same glowing gold shoes and a similar gold cloak on my right shoulder. What was interesting, and intriguing, was how my body looked.
I have never been one for vanity. But my hair was dark brown and had the newly noticeable odd grey hair dotted around since I'd hit my forties. It was tidy but messy, with no particular style. It was longer on top and shorter at the sides and back. I guess you could say my hair always looked windswept. I had a trimmed beard, not that I shaped it or anything. I just used my electric shaver every few days, to keep it short. The beard matched my hair perfectly; dark brown with flecks of grey. My best feature was my eyes; deep blue. Everyone would always comment on my eyes. Honest eyes, blue eyes. Are your eyes really that colour?
My nose was just the right size in proportion to my face, but it had what I called the ‘bobble end’. No perfect magazine model ski slope nose for me. Instead, my nose resembled one of the character pieces from the old board game Cluedo. It didn't bother me as such. I would say I just looked ok. I never got bullied for my looks or anything, but my late Grandad had a big bobble end nose. I was afraid of my bobble nose getting bigger as I got older. It never did, thankfully. I had two piercings in my left ear, which I'd had done at the age of sixteen rebelling against my mother. I was in shape, but didn't work out or anything, no six-pack - never had one, no muscles to show off in my arms. I wasn't too thin or too fat. Never watched my weight. I just ate and drank what I wanted when I wanted, I guess my job at the hospital helped me to keep the weight off. I was just me, and I was happy being me.
But when I looked in the mirror and saw my reflection as the higher self me. WOW.
My hair was long and slicked back off my face. It landed at either side of my shoulders, flicking outwards. I had the same colour hair as Metatron, light golden brown with strands of gold. But, in contrast, Metatron's hair was entirely slicked back and straight. Mine had some waves in it and flicked out at the sides and the back. I had a gold headband, holding my hair back off my face. It had seven golden squares turned around so that they looked more like a diamond shape than a square. It almost looked like a king's crown. Inside each golden square was a jewel of a different colour.
The colours on the headband flowed, from left to right, violet, indigo, blue, green, yellow, orange and red. Each gemstone felt like it had a life force inside it swirling and changing colour as if you had just mixed a white loaded paintbrush into different bright colours. Or, the effect when you add milk to a coffee and the colour swirls around. Only then, I noticed my face. I had what I would call a perfect nose. The straight nose that I'd always dreamed of. My eyes were still the same shape, the same colour, but a hint of purple around the edges was evident just like Metatron's. My face had not changed apart from my hair, my ski-slope nose, the purple hue in my eyes, and I was now clean-shaven. Oh, and both my ears were hole-free. Not one trace of a piercing being present.
I looked at my arms and my chest, and I looked like I'd bulked up and been at the gym or on steroids, either way, I had definition in me. Even though I could see all this in the mirror, I did not need to visualise it. I knew how I looked. I felt it from the first instance I met Metatron.
Metatron floated up to me and spoke behind me whilst I looked into the mirror.
“Your powers will be earthbound only and have been given to you by the wisdom of the universe. Use them well. Use them wisely. Find your purpose.”
Slowly, my old living room began dissolving; it was fading away. I turned around from the mirror. Metatron had gone. I could still feel the love, the energy, the beauty of life. Soon, I was in complete darkness. It was as if I had just watched a movie and the movie screen had faded to black before the credits rolled. As I lay there in the darkness, I was fully aware of BB snoring in the camp chair outside the tent.
I peeled open my eyes and took the deepest of breaths in, as if I had just swum a length of the swimming pool without coming up for air.
I gathered my surroundings, adjusted my eyes to the sunlight shining into the tent.
“What the actual....”