Shards of a Shattered Mirror

Shards of a Shattered Mirror (Book One: Cryptic)

Chapter One: Three Rock Mountain

Each chapter—and this one is no exception—starts with what will sound like an excerpt from another book, written by another being in the future. So each chapter has a reference point that is relevant to the chapter, but we’re creating a whole world here, a whole history here. There’s going to be many references in the book to other beings, whether fictional or real, that had something to say that helps inform the whole story.

Also, in any given chapter such as this one, I’m going to be going back and forth between different areas, different people, different scenarios. Because you’re not actually reading it, I’ll help you by saying that when I finish a particular segment of the chapter, I’ll let you know when there is a scene change. That just means we’re going to another place, to another group of people, to continue the story, and then we might go back and forth. So I’ll say “scene change” when we’re doing that. Okay, is that pretty clear? All right, so relax and enjoy. Not a bedtime story, so don’t fall asleep!

All right, Shards of a Shattered Mirror. This is Book One, which is called Cryptic, and this is Chapter One, called “Three Rock Mountain.”

After open contact occurred between humans and extraterrestrial hybrids, technology was introduced to Earth that proved the existence of parallel realities. As humans and hybrids mingled over time, their offspring exhibited the ability to perceive these alternate realities directly with their natural senses. With further practice and training, our human-hybrid ancestors developed this skill into a science that gave rise to the Cryptic, the Nocturnals, the Shape-shifters, and the Sages that exist in our society today—700 years after the Landing.

Excerpt from the introduction to Shards of a Shattered Mirror by Holly Cotton:

“If time is an illusion, then isn’t time travel an illusion too?” Willa prodded in her soft Irish brogue.

Willa Hiling—a blossoming 13-year-old—sat on the soft meadow grass, legs crossed, butterscotch eyes gazing up at her mentor, Holly Cotton. Actually, she was staring at the back of Holly’s head, which was capped with long silver-white tresses that gleamed in the late afternoon sun.

Holly turned away from the nanoglass computer screen that floated in the air in front of her, and glanced at Willa’s eager, elfin face, which was framed by a wild cinnamon mane that always reminded Holly of a fox.

“So,” said Holly in an accent far more ancient, “you’ve been listening all along.”

“I listen!” Willa protested.

“But to what things? There are many things to ken in the forest besides the sound of my voice.”

Willa cocked her head toward the dense grove of willow trees at the edge of the meadow. “Birds, insects, wind in the leaves, water rushing over rocks,” Willa offered.

Holly humphed. “You still hear so little, Willa.”

Willa bristled. “What else is there?”

“Listen,” said Holly.

Willa stared at the largest willow, perched on the bank of the meandering stream. A section of loamy soil had eroded away, exposing a tangle of roots that reached toward the life-giving water as it burbled by, just out of reach. Willa knew that her great-grandmother had been named after the willow. The tree was also Willa’s namesake, but it had taken only four generations for the name to evolve—as names often do—from Willow to Willa. Most off-world hybrids had adapted a name from nature after the Landing nearly 700 years ago, and the custom eventually crystallized into tradition.

“Willa!” Willa’s attention snapped to Holly’s ice-blue eyes.

“Daydreaming isn’t a lesson you need to learn,” Holly remarked.

Willa straightened her posture. “I was thinking about how different Earth must have been before the Landing, before Deconstruction and Restoration. Thorne told me most of the world was paved in stone, concrete, and cement.”

“Concrete and steel,” Holly corrected. “The world wasn’t exactly covered with it… well, it might as well have been, I suppose. Cities of concrete and steel sprawled over deforested ground, connected by a web of hard black roads that stretched for thousands of miles in all directions. Once off-world tech was gifted to the human population, it all began to change. Now Port Paris, Port New York, Port Beijing are mere villages compared to what they once were. But this isn’t a history lesson, little fox. We were talking about listening to the trees.”

“Actually,” said Willa, “we were talking about time.”

Holly smiled. “So we were. And it’s time to call it a day.” Holly tapped the nanoglass screen three times. It shrank to the size of a marble. Holly snatched it from the air and tucked it in one of the many pockets in her flowing, knee-length tunic.

Willa stood and stretched in the golden sunset light, her rust-colored hair waving in the breeze like cropped wheat. Holly’s silver locks flowed behind her like a billowing bridal veil as they strolled across the meadow.

“What do you hear when you listen to the trees?” asked Willa.

“Stories,” replied Holly. “Stories of the past, the present, and the future.”

Willa cued her ear in the direction of the grove. “I don’t hear any stories, except the tall one that you’re telling me now.”

Holly smiled. “Then you’re listening with the wrong ear.”

“I only have two,” Willa said.

“On the outside,” Holly said with that same enigmatic smile. “But you need to listen from within.”

“Why are Cryptics always so cryptic?” Willa said.

“My job as your mentor isn’t to answer your questions, dear Willa, but to teach you how to answer them yourself.”

They walked along the bank of the stream, listening to the rippling water as it coursed over smooth stones. Willa tried to match Holly’s gliding stride without looking conspicuous.

“I suppose the stream has a story too,” Willa joked.

“Everything does,” said Holly. “For example, I know that in your story, you like Thorne very much.”

Willa stopped dead in her tracks, thunderstruck. Holly kept walking as though she had commented on nothing more important than the weather. Willa shook off her surprise and ran to catch up.

“Ye—yes, of course I like Thorne!” Willa sputtered.

“You met him yesterday after sunset in this very grove. And the day before that, and the day before that,” Holly said.

Willa’s face blushed red as her hair.

“No one knows,” Willa said.

“The trees know,” said Holly.

“You’re saying the trees told you that we—”

“The trees can tell you a lot of things,” Holly said, “if you know how to listen.”

They walked in silence until they crested a small hill with a mass of large gray boulders on top, three of which rose above the others, bestowing the name “Three Rock Mountain” upon the area since long before the Landing. Holly and Willa strolled down the gentle slope toward the shadok—a circular structure similar to Stonehenge, but fashioned from shimmering blocks of nanoglass. There were ten wide gaps between the upright slabs, spanned by thick lintels. Nine of the spaces rippled with transparent rainbow hues, like oil on water. The tenth was empty, a simple passage that allowed entrance to the center of the ring.

Willow followed Holly through the entry passage.

“Tomorrow, then,” said Holly.

Willa nodded, afraid to speak lest Holly raise the subject of Thorne again. Holly favored Willow with a reassuring smile, stepped through one of the shimmering portals, and vanished. Willa exhaled with relief, collected her wits, turned, and disappeared through a portal on the opposite side.

Scene Change

Ash Grove Cottage was more accurately described as a large ashwood arbor that served as a scaffold for thick vines blooming with violet cathedral bells that swayed gently in the evening breeze. A soft warm glow emanated from several luminaria globes that floated in the air inside the arbor.

Rowan Ashgrove regarded his younger brother, Thorne, with the large velvet-black eyes that ran in their family. Though he was only 17, a mere two years older than Thorne, Rowan had worn the mantle of adulthood ever since their father vanished two years ago on an exploratory mission to the Orion Nebula—the third such mission to vanish without a trace. Several of Rowan’s classmates began calling the region the “Orion Triangle,” and the name soon stuck.

“So that’s where you’ve been disappearing to every night,” Rowan said in a sagacious tone. “Do Willa’s parents know?”

“Willa and I haven’t told them, and neither will you,” Thorne said.

Rowan caught the hint of a nervous plea buried in Thorne’s imperious tone. He would never betray his brother’s trust, of course, but that didn’t mean he couldn’t tease him to within an inch of his impetuous young life.

“Just her mother, then,” Rowan said, suppressing a mischievous smile.

“No!” Thorne shot back. The plea was more evident this time.

“I wonder what Father would have thought,” Rowan mused. “His own son wanting to learn to be a Cryptic—and a Nocturnal at that! We’ve been a family of explorers for generations.”

“I am exploring! Just not out among the stars. I think Father would be proud and happy that I’m following my dream.”

“And yet you don’t want anyone to know.” Rowan fixed his obsidian eyes on Thorne. “Is it your dream, or is this more about Willa?”

Thorne averted his brother’s bottomless gaze. “What’s wrong with that?”

“Nothing,” Rowan admitted. “You may be making the right choice, but is it for the right reason? The path of a Cryptic isn’t for everyone. What if it’s Willa’s path but not yours?”

“Willa and I can still be together, Rowan.”

“Can you?” Rowan shot back. “Do you ken what it really means to become a Cryptic? A Nocturnal? A Shape-shifter? A Sage? What if Willa chooses to go further than that? Will you still be together if she becomes a Wraith?”

“That’s just a myth,” Thorne said.

“Many myths contain a seed of truth,” Rowan said. “I’ve heard stories that sometimes a Sage who becomes a Wraith can forget who they once were and transform into a Banshee—trapped between the world of the living and the dead.”

“Ah, you’re making that up!” Thorne said, though his confidence was beginning to waver.

“I’m not saying you can’t have a life together,” Rowan said more gently. “Just that you’d better understand what that life would be. I’m sure Father—wherever he is—would be happy and proud that you’re following your dream. But in Father’s absence, it’s my job to make sure your dream doesn’t become a nightmare.”

Rowan selected a blue nanoglass bead from the download dimple on the countertop and headed out.

“Where are you going?” Thorne asked.

“We’re finally starting First Contact simulations tonight. In three years, I’ll be wearing the sigil of a First Contact specialist.” Rowan flicked the bead in the air, caught it, and tucked it in a small pocket.

“Rowan…” There was a wavering tone in Thorne’s voice that made him sound more like a lost child than a boy of 15.

Rowan stopped and waited.

“You’d never go to Orion… like Father, right?”

“Don’t worry,” Rowan said. “The Triangle’s been quarantined.”

Thorne nodded, relieved. Rowan pushed down his own sad memories and hurried out into the cool night air.

Scene Change

Willa’s family lived in a spun-glass spherical treehouse perched high in an ancient oak. In the early morning light, it looked like a giant glistening cocoon. “The Nest,” as her mother dubbed it, contained several large chambers that served as rooms, with Willa’s at the very top where she had the best view of the verdant countryside.

Willa awoke to the muted drumming of a black and white great spotted woodpecker as it searched for breakfast outside Willa’s room. What was once a rare bird in Ireland now populated many of the forests and groves on the outskirts of Port Dublin. Willa tapped the frosted nanoglass wall next to her hammock. A large transparent circle appeared in the wall and framed the woodpecker like a spotlight. Willa gazed at the bright red cap on the nape of the bird’s neck that identified it as a male. The bird continued to hunt for food as Willa listened to its staccato beat.

“Willa! Morning meal!” her mother’s melodic voice hung in the air as the walls softly reverberated like crystal wind chimes.

As Willa rose from the hammock, her gossamer blanket conformed to her lithe frame and transformed into a one-piece garment that covered everything but her head, hands, and feet. She placed her bare feet on the smooth, cool floor and stepped onto the spiral nanoglass staircase. The stairs instantly lowered her to the floor below like an escalator.

Lily Hiling, Willa’s mother, didn’t look a day over 30, though she was twice that age. Her graphite-colored hair was woven in a long Celtic braid that hung down her back to her trim waist. Lily watered the herbs in the hydroponic garden that made up half of the small kitchen.

Willa padded into the room, still half asleep, her fox-fur hair tousled like a thistle top. Lily glanced over at her daughter and nodded to the hollowed-out bubble in the kitchen wall that served as the breakfast nook.

“Morning, Puka,” Lily chimed.

Lily started using the nickname ever since Willa announced her intention to become a Cryptic like Holly—a Puka being a nature being that can bestow the secret of shape-shifting to Cryptics who are skillful enough to curry its favor. But Willa also heard rumors that Pukas can sometimes be difficult and mischievous creatures, which made her wonder if that was the real reason her mother had chosen the pet name.

Willa sat at the table before a small plate of ripe melon slices and popped one in her mouth. The cool, sweet juice always helped her to wake up.

“Holly said she’s waiting for you at the Port Dublin shadok,” Lily said, as she tended her little garden with the greatest of care.

Willa looked up from her plate. “Port Dublin? Not Three Rock? Do you know me to be hard of hearing?”

Willa bolted for the spiral staircase, which lifted her up to the room as smoothly as it had brought her down. A change of location always meant that Holly had a new adventure in store for Willa, one that would surely be another step on the path to becoming a full-fledged Cryptic.

Willa was back in the kitchen in less than 60 seconds, dressed in a slick cinnamon-hued nano-suit that perfectly matched her hair and accented her golden eyes. She kissed Lily on the cheek, snatched two more slices of melon from her plate, and walked straight toward the curved wall of spun glass. It opened like an iris at her approach, and Willa stepped out onto an enormous oak branch that wound its way down to the ground. In a flash, she was off through the grove with all the exuberance of youth.

Up in the Nest, Lily watched her daughter until she vanished among the trees. With a nod, the door shrank to nothing. She walked over to a luminaria sphere floating nearby, tapped it twice. Holly’s face appeared like an apparition in a crystal ball.

“She’s on her way,” said Lily.

“Are you sure she’s ready for the Passage?”

“The purpose of the Passage is to find out if she’s ready,” Holly reminded her.

“I know that,” said Lily. “But she’s still so young.”

Holly fixed her ice-blue eyes on Lily. “Then she’s about to grow up very quickly.”

Interlude & Explanation: Willa and the Shattered Mirror

Willa: Some of this story is true, and some of it is… truer in other ways. And so the idea we would like to share with you, taking you a little bit further ahead in the story, is the understanding of what the shards of a shattered mirror are all about.

You have in your reality these scientists who talk about the beginning of your universe, and they talk about it as what you call a “Big Bang,” yes?

Well, you see, the idea that we discovered far down the line is the idea that it’s not really a big bang.

I know it looks like the universe is expanding to you from your point of view in physical reality, but what we’ve discovered—based on the notion and the understanding that the Bashar has been talking about, that everything is here and now, yes, everything is the same point, yes, from a different point of view, you understand this idea—is that rather than a big bang, which we understand is how you see it from your perspective, the idea is to imagine that it’s all still that infinitesimal, small, infinite point.

And that it’s not so much that it exploded into everything that you see, but it’s the idea that it simply remained the same size and shattered into an infinite number of shards within it.

It did not increase in size; in a sense, it actually imploded inward. But the idea is that all of those shards that it shattered into, while still remaining that infinitesimal point—all those shards are you and me and everything in creation. We are all reflections of each other. We are all the shattered shards, the infinite shattered shards, and we all reflect to each other what we each need to know.

This is the first stage of learning of a Cryptic: the idea of the shattered shards that represent all beings in any given reality, and also all the parallel ones as well. We begin to learn about the parallel realities much more deeply, and in ways that allow us to begin to chart them and relate to them in ways that you do not yet. And going further than that, and becoming what we call the Nocturnals, we go further and become the Shape-shifters and the Sages that allow us to actually make stronger connections to these parallel worlds, draw upon them in ways that allow us to mix and match and manipulate and make malleable the idea of physical reality in a variety of ways that you do not yet, but you will.

You will begin to experience some of these things in your present state. They will, of course, accelerate after the idea you call First Contact that we call The Landing. And in this way, you will together move forward, both with the humans and the hybrids, which will eventually lead to those that exist in my time frame up the line from you. And we are a mix of many things. We are not the hybrid children anymore that you will be familiar with in your time frame. We are that which has gone beyond. We are that which has become, as the Bashar has explained, the Sixth Hybrid Race. And we move forward in that way to a time and to a destiny where we will mingle with the other five hybrid races, including the Bashar, to become the Seventh Hybrid Race, which has never been seen before.

But we share this with you now, and it has been given to you and will be given to you in story form so that it forms a part of your understanding, a part of your psyche. For as the Bashar has explained, story structure is a part of your actual consciousness, and when information is delivered in that way, you can integrate it better, you hold on to it longer, it becomes a stronger piece of your story, and you find where you fit in that story.

Q&A Session with Bashar

The Moon

Asker 1: You raised my interest yesterday about the Moon. Many of us know that it has a stabilizing effect on the earth, as you mentioned, a balancing effect, yes, yes. What made it possible to give the moon this function?

Bashar: The idea of the alteration of some of its interior to allow it to manipulate electromagnetic fields and other high-frequency energies in a very specific way. This allows it to begin to act as a magnifying lens for those frequencies, allowing those frequencies to be directed and focused on the earth, and interact with the Earth’s gravitational and electromagnetic field in which you are immersed.

Asker 1: Who did that?

Bashar: Another race of beings. We are not allowed to say who at this time.

Asker 1: Okay. You mentioned the Earthlings that left the Earth before the 11,000 catastrophe, yes. Can you elaborate a little bit about their belief system when they lived here on Earth? Their belief system in what way specifically? Their culture, their way of living, how much it’s different from how we are sort of existing today?

Bashar: One of the cultures that left long ago always lived in circular structures. There was never a sharp corner anywhere in their structures. And in living in these circular structures, they believed it represented the idea of the cycles of the universe, the cycles of creation, which is why they chose to live in them that way.

In certain rituals and in certain ceremonies, they would gather in certain structures built specifically to amplify and magnify their awareness of those cycles, so that they could see ahead in the idea you call time, and understand where and how they fit in these cycles, and when exactly it would be necessary for them to move on from this world. As this world was only temporary for them, having come from somewhere else, settled on Earth for a while, and then recognized when it was they needed to move on on their journey to gather more and more experiences that would be representative of exactly where their culture needed to go.

Asker 1: In your contact net—uh, do you mean our Interstellar Alliance? Yes. Do you have contact with them today?

Bashar: We have contact with what became their descendants.

Asker 1: Do you have any, uh, relation to them, sort of, um… any uh, relation to them sort of um… Heritage genetically?

Bashar: Yes, not directly, no. There have been intermingling for a variety of reasons in a variety of ways genetically, but again we are not allowed to go into that fully at this time. But that’s a rare occasion with this particular species.

By the way, the beings that to some degree still exist on your planet called the Maya are the remnants of an extraterrestrial civilization, most of which also left your planet. It isn’t the idea that extraterrestrials visited the Maya civilization; the Maya are actually the descendants of the extraterrestrials that came and stayed and built many of those cities that you attribute to the Maya civilization. Then most of them left, leaving some behind to become the Maya you understand today. But the Maya who are educated in their own history know this.

King’s Chamber

Asker 2: I am learning with passion to generate the gamma frequencies, yes. So please share with us a new permission slip for generating that frequency.

Bashar: Thank you. Well, any meditative act, anytime you’re doing what you love to do, anytime you’re in that creative zone, you’re in the gamma frequency, the channeling state. But we have also described the idea of other permission slips that other cultures on your planet have used to help magnify and amplify that state, one of which being the Coffer—the Stone Coffer in the King’s Chamber in the pyramid at Giza. Okay, you are familiar with this?

Asker 2: Yeah, like a sarcophagus?

Bashar: Well, not a sarcophagus; it was a Stone Coffer. It wasn’t really used as a sarcophagus. It was used for those initiates to lie down in and meditate, focusing on the idea of that state of being that created gamma. And the Stone Coffer was created in the dimensions that acted as a resonating chamber to magnify, reflect back, and amplify that gamma frequency. And so by doing that, popping them, in a sense, out of their body to give them out-of-body experiences more easily, so they could go up to other realms, other levels, non-physically, and learn things they could not learn in physical reality. Oh, you can recreate this idea if you wish.

Asker 2: Awesome. I, I have been in meditations where I feel like kind of a vertigo, a falling sensation, yes.

Bashar: Well, sometimes that’s an indication of what you call out-of-body travel or shifting dimensionalities.

Asker 2: Yeah, and now I can generate that sensation all the time, every time that I want. So I… I just want to know that. So the other thing that I want to share is, I feel passion to create more equality between the dream plane and the physical plane. I know that my passion is the principal thing that will help me to do that.

Bashar: Then you will attract what you need in your life. All you need to do is become more lucid in your dream state. And as you go to the template-level reality when you are lucid in the dream state, and start making shifts and changes in the template that describes how you experience physical reality, then you can make the changes that will allow you to become more lucid in the physical dream state as well. And then the two shall begin to blend.

Asker 2: Okay, awesome. That’s awesome. Is there another permission slip that we can use?

Bashar: You can use any permission slip that your imagination creates. You have the ability to create whatever permission slip you believe works for you, and the ones that you’re most attracted to are the ones at that moment that are most in alignment with your belief system, and therefore an indication of the ones that will most likely work for you the strongest at that moment. You’re attracted to them; that’s why you’re attracted to them.

Asker 2: Okay, thank you. Thank you, that’s awesome. Thank you, Bashar. And the last thing: I want to know your relationship between your civilization and the Andromeda Galaxy, or…

Bashar: Andromeda. We have some interaction with certain beings that inhabit the Andromeda galaxy. Some of them are part of our Interstellar Alliance, some of them belong to other alliances. We are familiar with them, so we interact with some of them from time to time.

Asker 2: Okay, uh, our human species have DNA from them?

Bashar: No, no.

God

Asker 3: You spoke about shards… of the broken shards of a shattered mirror, shards of a shattered mirror, yeah. Is that similar to what you said yesterday about, um, we always experience ourselves as ourselves even when we are God?

Bashar: The idea is that you are All That Is experiencing itself as the shards of All That Is. And so, as we keep going and progressing and expanding and becoming more and more and more of who we truly are…

Asker 3: Yes, does that take in more and more of, um, more shards?

Bashar: Yes, or is it old? Yes, it can. It can, yes.

Asker 3: So is there… is there ever a point where it all like comes back in together? Comes back together? Is it always going to be shards?

Bashar: In some senses it will always be shards, because even when you come to the point of recognizing yourself as All That Is, All That Is can only recognize itself if there is “other.” Do you understand?

Asker 3: No, say that again please.

Bashar: The one, the whole One… One has no self-awareness, no self-recognition, because there is nothing. From the One’s perspective, there is nothing to reflect back to the One who the One is. The part of the One that is self-aware is the All That Is, because there is a reflection. In other words, in order to know the self, you have to know the self because there is an “other,” right? Without an “other,” there is no self-identification, there is no self-awareness. So there always has to be at least one other shard.

Asker 3: So there is a point then, you’re saying, when you do, um, become aware of more than just your shard? You can take in other shards and become… you can see from the perspective that is representative of more than one shard, yes. Is there ever a time when the whole collective of, of, of a group of people, race, civilization, all come back together?

Bashar: Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes. But it depends upon the journey you take, the path you take, as to when, how, if, why you will experience that.

Asker 3: So it has that happened then, in, in other… everything is happening all at once, got it. And in your civilization, what is the catalyst for growth or expansion?

Bashar: Excitement, joy, love, creativity, being who we are. No challenges? Of course there are challenges! Like what? Exploring things that are the unknown, understanding our relationship to those things that we discover. Just like you, there are many things that are unknown to us.

Asker 3: So your catalyst is really exploration then, and not so much of like the, the contrast that we experience here?

Bashar: Not in the way that you experience contrast, no. But our exploration has been inward, and the exploration inward is now what allows us to explore outwardly much, much farther. Okay, because we know ourselves sufficiently to create a reality that is as expansive as we know ourselves to be. This leads us to the stars, and will lead you to the stars. Going inward will lead you outward. The only way out is in.

Asker 3: Okay, um, are you familiar at all with the Raw materials that were channeled? Yes, yes, yes. So when it said, um, “Know yourself, accept yourself, and be the Creator,” would you agree with all those?

Bashar: Yes.

Asker 3: Anything you would expand upon on those?

Bashar: Well, the expansion is all the ideas that we have been sharing with you for years about different ways in which you can allow yourself to know yourself. Yes, yes. That’s the bottom line, really: know yourself and be the Creator. Well, you are the Creator, but to come from… you know yourself, you will know you are the Creator.

Asker 3: Okay, and they talk also about Wanderers. Yes, there are Wanderers. Can you say any more about that?

Bashar: The idea of beings that may choose to have incarnations that are Wanderers are those beings that are, in your terms, rather loosely connected to physical reality. So sometimes you will see that there are people on your planet who don’t quite feel grounded or anchored to your physical reality. They navigate through it, but it seems that physical life is foreign to them to some degree. This is not always, but usually a symptom of a Wanderer, who connects themselves to many different civilizations, explores many different things, and never really grounds or anchors themselves in a permanent way to any one culture. Therefore, they touch base, they see what’s going on—it’s kind of, well, I’ll use your terminology, someone hopping from party to party who never really settles down to any one party. Do you understand?

Asker 3: Yes, and so do they each come with different specific purposes on why they wander?

Bashar: Of course.

Crazy Person

Asker 4: I’m using as a permission slip… I’m using some hypnosis, like regressive hypnosis, which I enjoy a lot. All right, and um, I wanted to understand the connection, you know, when we go to what they say is a past life, yes, yes, yes… another simultaneous incarnation. You’re making an energetic connection to… from this… actually it’s not me, from… no, that’s not you, not as a person. It might be part of the same Oversoul you’re a part of, exactly. I think I see it as an extension of my Oversoul, because I realize when I get there that I, all my life here on Earth, I actually feel the effects of that life, of that being’s life. That’s the point, and probably that’s why I was called in there.

Bashar: All right, well, that’s the point of making those connections, yes.

Asker 4: Okay, so I’m healing myself through viewing that life from a higher perspective. And sometimes, with the help of the practitioners, they, they modifying or changing something into that life, into that being’s life. And I’m wondering, do I affect somehow, because everything is happening now here, if that being wishes to also use your life as an experience to help them in their life, then yes, of course they can use the information from you and your experiences in the same way you can use the information from them and their experiences if they wish to, yes.

Asker 4: Yeah, but I’m talking about their experiences, because I’m going there, what their experience, that life, yes, their experience, yes, I am feeling it, I’m going there, and I’m living it as if it was mine, yes. So and sometimes I take a decision, me from here, to call a being there to modify something in that lifetime.

Bashar: Yes, but you’re creating your version of that. Oh! That doesn’t mean that the being is experiencing what you’re experiencing directly, because you’re creating your version of it in your life. All right, it’s another permission slip. Got it, make sense, yeah, all right.

Asker 4: I want to go a little bit further.

Why do I feel these effects of their life so strongly in this lifetime? For instance, in one of the—yes, incarnations, let’s say—yeah, years ago, before I was into these things, you know, I was very down to earth here, but I’ve been crazy all the time.. So I—I told somebody, “Look, I know that in this lifetime I’m going to float, I’m going to float, I’m going to actually float from one room to another.” And imagine what that person said, you know, just said—almost called 911! Yes, on me.

But in one of these reincarnations, without—you know—me making any connection, it was very hard to believe I was connected to this person that was floating all the time, this wizard.

I’m reading and I’m hearing more and more about people actually floating, like in Tibet.

Yes, well, a lot of people.

So when is it going to happen for me?

When it happens!

I know, I know that I know it’s going to happen at the right time, and I know exactly—not a minute earlier, not a second later.

Bashar: Perfect timing. And the reason that you feel it so strongly from that life is because that experience from that life vibrationally matches a theme you’re exploring in this one.

Asker 4: Any tips how I can make a step ahead?

Not to rush it, but I just like feel… not to rush it,

But can you tell me how to hurry it up?

Bashar: No. Trust how your life unfolds, act on your highest excitement to the best of your ability with no insistence on a particular outcome. The first step toward enlightenment is to lighten up on yourself!

So that you raise your vibration, you become lighter, you become, in a sense, less connected to material reality, and at whatever level you need to arrive at expressing that in physical reality—whether it is walking, or gliding, or floating, or what have you—then if that is necessary, it will happen in perfect timing. In the meantime, follow your excitement.