Unique Beings

Out-of-the-blue, a group of unique beings that I met years ago during an intense time of spiritual growth in my life, asked to be introduced to the world!  Up until now, I have only written about them in my book.

My Spiritual Adventure and Book

Back in 2010, I had published my book Life Training and Communications of The Father: Steps in Spiritual Growth.  It outlines the unusual, unexpected and sometimes phenomenal events that happened throughout my life’s spiritual sojourn, both in the physical world as well as during meditations.

Shout from the Rooftops

I wrote the book because the events that happened to me have been experienced by many people as they moved deeply into their life’s spiritual path.  However, few ever talk about them as they may not wish to be exposed to ridicule from family and friends.  And for other reasons, as well.  Sometimes one must keep silent in order to remain employed.

Sadly, these events are often lost to time, only to fade and wither from memory, when they should be shouted out loudly as possible from the proverbial rooftops.

The world needs to know that unusual spiritual happenings are, indeed, real events.

It Happened in Part II

I met the Sentient Ones in Part II of the book, which covered an intense six-month period.

In the beginning of this time frame, I was told to go higher upward into the greater etheric levels until I was informed to stop.

At first, this upward exploration seemed somewhat without purpose, but I did it anyway as that direction came from The Father.  And am I ever grateful now for having continued that adventure!

Words are Energetically Coupled to the Experience

As with any spiritually-inspired or energetically-connected writing, my journey can be shared and experienced by others through merely being exposed to those energies of the upper etheric realm by reading the words.

The Realm of Forms Were Replaced by Light

As I went higher and higher into the etheric levels, or octaves as we call them, the existence of forms dwindled as the upper reaches felt like realms of their own.

My being interpreted them as light, color and grayish hues, even though the energies were intense, and anything but gray.  That was just how my physical brain and mind translated the energies of my being’s experience.

It was soon after having received a major rite of passage with The Father, that I encountered the Sentient Ones.

Without further ado, let me share a reformatted excerpt from my book of when I met them.

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When I had made it to the octave just below the one that appeared to be my final destination, I stopped and looked up.  Just as in two or three previous meditations over the months, the ceiling layer of gray clouds was just a couple feet above the level of my head.

After a second or two, my being and mind’s focus went to the next octave.  Once there, my spiritual body was in the center of a four-foot hole, as if I had come up through an opening in the ice from the depths of a deep ocean.

The ground was white with a little gray in it.  Interestingly, it did almost look like ice.  The horizon and sky were dome shaped, consisting of gray and white clouds with a pale blue, almost gray sky background, that could be seen in between them.  The domed area was probably 100 feet wide and tall.

To my surprise, there were seven golden egg-shaped beings surrounding me.  They were about three feet in height.  Their egg-shaped bodies sat within six inches of the edge of the hole in which I was located.  If they had feet, I didn’t see them.  Their eyes, nose and mouths were almost not visible, because their beings emanated a golden glow.

Unlike in previous levels, my body had not fully risen to stand on the ground level of that octave.  My waist was even with the “ice” ground.  Within a second of popping up through the hole, the being directly to my left said, “Welcome and congratulations.  Few make it to this point.”

After hearing that, I realized that all my senses were not about me.  I was a little disoriented, as I had been after initially reaching the next new octave in previous meditations.  What the being had said didn’t compute at the time.

I asked, “Who are you?” The being said, “We are The Sentient Ones.  We count all those who come before us and pass this point.” I waited for more, but there was only silence.  They weren’t particularly talkative, and I remained at waist-height thinking about what to do.

Finally, I asked, “How many have passed by this point?” To which the being replied, “Countless have come before you, and countless shall come after.” Well, this didn’t make sense at all.  How can few have made it to this point and have that number be considered countless?

While in meditation, I also wondered about their collective title.  The name, The Sentient Ones, seemed so odd.  Were they designated after their own living attributes?

With that thought, within my mind I suddenly saw the old Far Side cartoon drawing where there’s a guy with a paint brush and a can of paint, standing in his yard.

The picture showed a house, with a couple of pets located on the lawn.  The yard had a nice short picket fence and a sidewalk next to it.  I believe there was a car parked on the street.  The man in the cartoon painted the words, “door” on the door, “dog” on the dog, “cat” on the cat, “car” on the car and so on.  That’s how their name struck me.

At that point, I decided to leave the meditation.  I traveled back down through the octaves relatively quickly to reach my Theta-level workshop.

William, my spiritual guide at the time, was there and seemed happy.  He had a smile on his face.  He said, “I see you’ve met The Sentient Ones.”  I think I may have said, “Yes,” but that was all.  I then returned to the conscious level.

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More on the Sentient Ones to follow…