Eternal Unity

@DIDego Thank you, Sir, for reading ?

@integral I like that Colombus equivalent ?

Yes.

@Blackhawk I never took any psychedelics. These are illegal in my country. Nor would I know where to look to aquire them. I drink alcohol moderately. A glass of beer a week and maybe some wine on friday night. Now, evidence. 1. The Pyramids of Giza are enough for my experience to realize that in ancient times we where "helped". 2. The Discoveries of David Hatcher Childress. 3. The Bible Code. 4. My personal meeting with a bona fide Pleiadian being and our 6 day conversation on January/February of 2011. I'm a down to earth kind of person, reasonably intelligent guy, not a big believer in the paranormal but I did studied Consciousness. I also studied Academic Philosophy, Science (Physics, Biology, Chemistry), Astronomy, Optometry and had courses in Brain Research. So, to elevate a theory to a certainty is verifiable by 5 senses and by first hand experience. After 13 years of this work, I can say - with certainty - that what I had written is 100% MY understanding of reality. Thank you, Blackhawk, for taking the time to read the article. It is not taken for granted and highly appreciated! I invite you to a discussion via Personal Message for further explanations. Greg.

@Leo Gura Alright, man! Have a great sunday

@Leo Gura Thanks, Leo, for reading my contribution to your forum. That section you quoted, when taken out of the article I wrote is viewed by me, now, indeed as a conspiracy accusation. That wasn't my intent. Yes, I indeed see the problem in my explanation. Nobody's perfect, unless we're all perfect, of course, eh? I proposed on the Video Requests For Leo Disscusions Section for you to do a "What is Perfection?" video awhile back. I get what you're saying about the people electing the government, of course. That is Democracy. I have to say that I WAS influenced by The Illuminati Conspiracy as being The Elites, while researching for this article. I'll admit also that I didn't watch your Actualized Conspiracy Episode, yet. What can we do to develop ourselves as Mankind? You as a teacher and us as a community of students? Should I re edit the article and post it on other platforms? Thank you kindly, Greg.

@seeking_brilliance Nice!

Greg: I wish to speak to the being that identified himself as Amos. Amos: Hello. I am here with you. Greg : Hello. I want to discuss a number of issues with you and then record the conversation to share with others. I feel it is a good idea to first introduce you to my readers so that they might have a context from which to understand your words. Amos: Yes, this is good. I am happy to do an introduction but I would suggest that we can hit more than one bird with this stone, so to speak. We can have a chat that introduces me and, at the same time, open the door to more conversations introducing a number of spiritual concepts. Greg: Okay, excellent! What sort of spiritual concepts? Amos: Well, for example, if I were to introduce myself to your readers by saying something as simple as, "I am one of Greg's teachers," then we will immediately find ourselves having to take a detour to explain what a teacher IS, so that we can be sure that we are all on the same page. In order to explain this concept I am going to introduce other concepts and clarify them, as well. Very soon, in simply trying to introduce myself, I will have opened a whole plethora of topics that are to be addressed. Greg: It's going to take a lot of time, then. Amos: A conversation like this will span for seven years. Indeed, it is so that the simple question, "Who are you?" is an invitation to a life long association if The Students of Mastery are serious in their endeavor to explore the answer to that question. If they are, they are called True Seekers. Greg: Thank you for telling me this! Amos: You are most welcome, my friend. Greg: Can you tell me how to properly respond to the question "Who I Really Am?" Amos: In answer to this question, a few points that will come up for discussion quite soon will include, "What is Oneness?", “Can we PROVE Oneness?”, “Why is there such a confusion about spirituality on earth?”, “What it would be like to constantly live in A State of Oneness?” and, eventually, "What is Truth?" Greg: Sounds exciting! Amos: Yes, it IS exciting and you will still come to be quite surprised at how much beauty and wisdom is in yours and in your readers' experience after you've answered the above mentioned questions.

I like it!

How else you supposed to find God? Of course by breadcrumbs! Like a kidnapped kid that is taken on the back of a pedophile. Instead of kicking and screaming, he throws breadcrumbs to show those who follow, where he is. Greg

@Leo Gura Hammered the nail there! Alright!

@SourceCodo

@Preety_India Yeah, I'll tell her! She's very excited ?

My friend became an Aunt today for the first time. Maybe you're connected Peace, Greg.

The Illusion is Non Existent. Everything IS REAL. When you DOUBT this - you're opening the door for all kinds of experiences like being a human being, living a life, doing stuff, having a "spiritual awakening", learning about stuff, interacting with other people, struggling, surviving etc. The Illusion IS Reality, as well. It's Both. The BENEFITS of The Illusion is what you really want to understand and that is achieved slowly in the course of years of spiritual practice. Decades, really. So, keep creating these Truthness Moments as much as you possibly can until it won't be just moments, but extended periods of time. When you're Moment of Truth lasts 2 months, that is when you truly, finally, Catch The Ox. Hopes this helps, brother I actually had a "truthness" moment here my self that lasted 3 mins, so that you for that! Greg.

I am sorry for your and our loss ? Rest In Peace

Prolouge The Ancient Prophecy, June 10th, 1292. 1 It was a good time for all creatures of the earth, but fate decreed that The Dark Prophecy of The Templar Knight could bring a tragic end to this peace, scarring their lives forever. “Shortly before his defeat in the last of the primordial wars between the heavens and hell, Kyrone, the only son of The God King Marson would withdraw to The Fortress in The Mountains. There, sensing his impending death, he will inscribe A Testament of Pure Evil in Seven Black Books. One by one, six of these books would be discovered through out The Ages. However, the whereabouts of the seventh, last and most terrible of all - the book that will contain the key to Kyrone's Ressurection - will remain hidden. In the fortress, Kyrone will command Ten Immortal Demons to carry out his malicious plan so he, Kyrone, could rule once again in The Unholy Name of Cosmic Chaos. And this time, he would Reign Supreme!" Sydney, Australia. December 2nd, 2027. 2 Rise, My Clandestine, Thy Secrecy Invoked 06:01 “Move, General” “You’ve got to move, Sir” The General seemed to freeze in his tracks. Probably contemplating his next action, Charlie thought. Charles Lee was the general’s second in command and if his superior won’t do something and do it soon, his general would be dead meat. A sequence of events that would mean only one thing: He, Charlie, is going to take command of The Squad. A certainly desired post, but he didn’t feel ready for it. Not in the slightest. Fall From Distant Worlds, Red Eyed Skies Above. 06:02 The Sniper, First Sergeant Corey Quigley, has been lying in the same position for 40 minutes. Breathing steadily. Camouflaged. This guy, Charlie thought, had it all figured out: Wind Speed, Temperature, Barometric Pressure. But you know what the most important thing he said is? Patience. The target is attracted to my scope, he said. Always. If you wait enough time, the enemy is toasted. Hark, Lures of the Siren. 06:03 Wesley Michaels is a ladies man. A gambler. An addict. Born and raised in Las Vegas, Nevada. At twenty-seven, he was twice divorced, did a year in jail and impregnated three women. Wes could have been the perfect soldier if not for his authority problems. Undisciplined Fearless Human Machine. or “The Pirate” as he was nicknamed since boot camp. Beyond, The Veils of Dawn. 06:04 A helicopter’s engine is heard in the distance. The General is awakened from his trance. “This stake out is useless.” Wes whispered. “Shhh” Colonel Lee tried to silence him. "This stake out is of the utmost importance, damn it, Wes, didn’t you listen to the briefing?" General David Anderson looked at The Compass. “Fire” Quigley squeezed the trigger. An explosion – 20,000 nuclear weapons just went of, Wes thought – brightened the eastern horizon. “Holy Smokes” Wes Shrieked. “Mission accomplished” Anderson declared. “We’ll convene at the usual rendezvous point at fifteen hundred hours.”

@seeking_brilliance yeah sorry about the length... I will check your playlist. And I am interested in flash fictions We'll be in touch Greg

The Glass Pyramid by Greg Margolis Part I 1. 2007 On the helicopter, Lynne is looking at the photo of herself and Michael. Harry is piloting the helicopter, with John looking on. Harry is looking at a piece of notebook paper. John: What's that? Harry: Cheat sheet Jensen drew for me. John: You don't know where’s your landing field? Harry: I know where it is. The helicopter begins flying into heavy gray clouds. John: Why are you flying directly into the storm? Harry: Why don't you just sit back and let me do my job, huh? John turns to look at Lynne, who is still looking at the photograph. John: Is that Mike? Lynne: Yes. The helicopter experiences turbulence. Lightning strikes Harry: Damn it! Harry struggles to keep the chopper steady. Harry: Hold on! Lynne looks around, gripping the seat. 2. 1993 Michael is asleep. His hair is cut short, and he's in a military base. SERGEANT: ON YOUR SODDING FEET! MOVE! MOVE! MOVE! Michael opens his eyes. It takes him a few moments to realize where he is. SERGEANT: What are you waiting for, Norman? Michael rockets out of his bed and gets into line. SERGEANT: What's the matter, Norman? Did you not hear me? Michael: I'm sorry, Sir. I was...I was having a dream, Sir. SERGEANT: Having a dream, were you? And what were you dreaming about, that it took you SO SODDING LONG TO GET TO YOUR MARK??!! Michael: I was on a helicopter, Sir. And there was a storm, Sir. And… I don't remember the rest, Sir. SERGEANT: Well, at least it was a bloody military dream. Right! All of ya! In the yard, four minutes. And you can thank Private Norman for having to do it in double time. Move! *** A group of 15 soldiers are in the mud and rain, doing pushups. SOLDIER 1: One, two, three! REST: Four! SOLDIER 1: One, two, three! REST: Five! SERGEANT: One hundred crunches! Go, go, go, go, go! SOLDIER 1: One, two, three, four... John: I hope your dream was worth it, mate. Michael: I'm sorry, brother. It's just that, I've never had a dream so vivid. It was like I was actually THERE. SEARGANT: Have you got something to say, Norman? Michael remains silent. SERGEANT: I asked you a question, soldier! 3. 2007 Lynne is extremely disturbed. Harry: We're almost through it. I see daylight! Lynne begins to unbuckle herself John: What are you doing? Lynne! Are you alright? Lynne: Lynne?! My name is Michael! 4. November 14th, 1993. In the office of Professor Arthur Jensen at Oxford University, his wife, Maggie is drinking her third cup of black coffee. Arthur tries again to phone the chopper via a very special satellite. Galethea & The Galactic Traveler stand nearby. The Traveler: Alright. They took off a day ago. Why haven't we heard from them? Maggie: I'm going to tell you again, as I've been telling you all night. I don't know! You heard the same thing as I did when we called the helicopter. What makes you think I know anything? Galethea: Because you're not worried. Maggie: Excuse me? Galethea: Your Channel Tunnel is 30 miles long, it should have taken them, what? 20 minutes to get there? So why aren't you worried? Maggie: Should I join my hands together and whisper a prayer on their behalf!? Arthur: Hey, hey, hey, c'mon. Maybe we should just…just tell them. Traveler: Tell us what? Maggie: Honey, let's not confuse anyone. Galethea: Well, Professor, maybe if you talk real slow, we'll be able to follow. Professor Jensen takes a deep breath and says okay. Arthur: Your perception of how long your friends have been gone, is not necessarily how long they've actually been gone. Traveler: What does that mean? Maggie: This is a mistake. Arthur: It'll be fine, it'll be fine. As long as Harry flew on the bearings I gave him. If he stayed on them, it'll be fine. Traveler: And what if he didn't? Arthur: Then there might be… um…let's call it side effects. *** On the copter. John: We're at eight hundred feet, sit down! Lynne: What am I doing here!? Harry: What the hell's going on!? John: Something's wrong with Lynne! Lynne: I'm Michael, for Christ sake! Harry: Hold her there, John! John: I'm trying! Lynne: Let go of me! Harry: We'll be there in two minutes! The helicopter digresses down, and comes close to the french coast. John lets Lynne go. She notices the photo clenched in her hand. The helicopter lands. As John sees 2 soldiers run over to meet the passengers, he arms himself. Wes: Harry, what are you doing back? Eric: Who are they?! Harry: Members of the Council. Wes: You shouldn't have brought them here, what the hell were you thinking?! Lynne: Alright, where am I? who are you people? Eric: Calm down, Lynne. Lynne: What am I doing here? Why you keep calling me Lynne? John: My friend is disoriented! Lynne: I'm not your friend! I don't know you! Wait.. are you John Morrison? John: Yes, Lynne! You've remembered! Wes: When did she start doing this? Harry: She was fine when we took off. When we hit some weather... Hey, Jensen told me as long as I stayed on the vector… Wesley motions for him to stay quiet. He and Eric step toward Lynne but are blocked by John. Wes: What's your name, my friend? John: John. Wes: Okay, John. Look, we're going to take your friend to the nearest hospital. John: I'm going with you. Wes: Let a doctor look at her first, then you can come down. You got my word on that. John, after some time, nods. Wesley and Eric approach Lynne. Eric: All right. Lynne: Listen, listen. This is a mistake. Eric: Settle down. Lynne: I don't know these people. Except John, with whom I serve. But he looks older. That's strange… and he's got a beard… Eric: I understand. Lynne: No, this is wrong! I'm not supposed to be... 5. 1993 Michael is standing up while the rest of his regiment is doing crunches. Michael: …here! SOLDIER 1: Twenty-one, twenty-two, twenty-three... SERGEANT: Here? Here what? What the hell are you doing on your feet, Norman? Are you finished with your crunches, because you want to RUN?! Right! Squad, on your feet! Right face! Ten kilometers, go, go, go, go, go! *** Evening. The soldiers are loading a truck. John: What the hell's the matter with you, Mike? Michael: If I told you, you'd think I'm crazy. John: I already know you're crazy. They laugh. Michael: This morning, when I was in the yard doing crunches, I left. John: What do you mean, left? Michael: I was on the french beach. And then I was back here...right where I started. John: Mike, if you're trying to get tossed out of service... Michael: John, I'm telling you the truth, man. John: Who else was on this...beach? Anyone you recognized? Michael: Lynne. There was a photo. I was in the photo. John: Who's Lynne? Michael: My girlfriend. At least she was… Michael gets up and walks away. John: where are you going? Michael: To call Lynne. Michael walks over to a phone booth. As he steps up, a soldier comes out of the phone booth, bumping him and knocking the change out of his hand. SOLDIER 3: Thanks for this morning, Norman. Michael: I'm sorry, brother! SOLDIER 3: Yeah, whatever… The soldier walks toward John and starts helping him load the truck. Michael bends down to pick up the coins. 6 2007 Lynne almost falls over. Wes: Watch your step. Take it easy. Lynne: I'm not here. This...this isn't happening. Wes: You ARE here. And, this IS happening. Look, we're going to take care of you. They enter an SUV. Lynne: Who are you people? Wes: Well, my name is Wesley and this is Eric. I'm from Vegas and he's from Florida, but as for where we are, I… Eric: The last portal was Paris. So we know we're in France. *** John is on the beach. It’s hot. It reminds him of how he felt on his Solo Navigation Drill in the army, all those years back. John: What's happening to Lynne? Your friends know what's wrong with her. Harry: Well if they do, they're not sharing it with me. John: Then perhaps you'll share how we've flown for 20 minutes, took off at dusk and landed in the middle of the day! Harry: Listen. I don't know what's happening to your buddy, alright? But you gotta trust me when I tell you this. I AM trying to help you. John: You want to help me? Give me your Satellite Phone. Let me call my people. Harry: You give me that gun and I'll give you this phone. They trade. Harry: Be quick. And don't go trying to call The Arrow Paradox Command. Those phones can only call each other. John thinks: 'You sure about that?' but doesn't say anything. In his office, the one of a kind satellite phone rings. Professor Jensen answers. Arthur: Hello? John: Arthur, it's John. I'm on the french coast. Arthur: Are you okay? Where have you been? John: Something happened during the flight, and now Lynne's in the hospital. Arthur: Hold on. You're on speaker. John: On the helicopter, something happened to Lynne. She did recognized me but she was talking nonsense. The Traveler to The Professor: The side effects you talked about? Arthur, ignoring the traveler, spoke to the speaker: Your friend, Lynne? Was she recently been exposed to high levels of radiation or electromagnetism? Galethea looked up at The Traveler. Their eyes meet. John: As a matter a fact, yes. She was. She had an experimental eye surgery. Lasers or some such… Arthur: Okay, look. Uh, we don't know why exactly, but going to and coming from the The Channel Tunnel, some people can get a little... Forgetful. John: You mean Lynne's lost her memory? Arthur: No, it’s not Amnesia. We’re talking about a temporary lapse of memory. 7 1993 Michael is in the rain at the military camp, picking up his coins. Going into the phone booth, he inserts them and dials the number. Lynne: Hello? Michael: Lynne, it’s me. Lynne: What do you want, Michael? Michael: Uh, Lynne, listen. I'm in trouble, and I think something's happening to me. I'm confused and I want to see you. Lynne: You broke up with me and joined THE ARMY! Now you call with the expectation that I still care about you? Yeah, I’d say you ARE confused, Michael. Michael: No, no, I'm not. It's... look, I've got a weekend off starting this Thursday at 06:00. Can I...can I come and see you? Lynne: No. No, and don't bother showing up at the apartment, either, 'cause I moved. Michael: Moved? Where? Lynne: That doesn't matter. Michael, I'm going to hang up. Please, don't call me again. Flat Line. 8 2007 Lynne in in a hospital bed. Sedated. Another Complete Blank Space and time all fall behind Strange machines to soothe my mind Resting this sensory sleep keeps me confined Recalling a memory undefined Dr Ray Davis: Did you just experience something, Lynne? Before Lynne can answer him yes, John and Harry come in. Dr. Davis: What the hell, Harry? You're not supposed to be down here, and definitely not with him. Harry: Sorry, doc, but I've got Jensen calling from Oxford, he needs to talk to Lynne. Dr Davis: No, Jensen's not talking to my patient. Get out of here. John: She's not your patient! John slams the doctor to the nearest wall. Dr. Davis: Hey! John: Give Lynne the phone. Dr. Davis, knowing the hospital as well as his palm after 25 years of medical experience as The Head of Internal Brain Injury Department, quickly – not as quick as he was at his twenties, but quick enough – sounds the emergency alarm. John: Give her the phone now! Dr. Davis does so. Lynne takes the phone. John closes the door. Witnesses – 1. John Morrison 2. Harry Lombardi 3. Ray Davis In Room 117 of The Hôpital Saint-Antoine, the following conversation is taking place: Lynne: Hello? Professor Jensen: Lynne! Lynne, my name is Arthur Jensen. We met yesterday before you took off. But I'm guessing you don't remember that. Am I right? Lynne: You are. Took off? I really don't remember… what happened? We were in a car crash.. mike and me… is he okay? Arthur: Lynne, we don't have long to talk, so I need you to tell me what year you think it is. Lynne: What do you mean, what year do I think it…it's the morning of The New Millenium! January 1st, 2000. Or possibly January 2nd.. My head hurts like a bastard so I might have passed out for more than 24 hours. It can happen. I'm a Med Student. I know all about it. Is it Y2K? Silence. Arthur: Alright, Lynne, look. You got to tell me... where are you? Lynne: Um...I'm in some kind of hospital room. Arthur: No, no… Not right now, Lynne. Where are you supposed to be? Where are you in Dec 31st, 1999? Lynne: Uh. Sandringham Gardens, Norfolk, England. The Royal Queen’s Guard Training Facility. Maggie: Maybe we should… Arthur: No, no, no. I'm thinking, I'm thinking. Lynne, Listen. When it happens again, you'll be in 1993. Lynne, I need you to get on a train. Get on a train and go to Oxford. Oxford University, Physics Department. Alright? Lynne: What, why? What are you talking about, 1993? Arthur: Because I need you to find ME. You are time traveling, my dear. Lynne: No, Sir. That's not possible. The Arrow Paradox says so. Professor Arthur Jensen sighs and begins to search his office. The Galactic Traveler is there with him and Maggie, just like he was on that fateful day 14 years ago. Arthur: Where is it? Maggie: What? Arthur: The Glass Pyramid. I need the Pyramid or I won't believe her. Maggie: What are you talking about? What Pyramid? Arthur: It’s an experimental project I was working on for the last month. Maggie (Surprised): You never told ME about any new projects. Arthur: I’m sorry, honey. I was not at liberty to tell you. The Traveler interrupts: Why does she think she’s in 2000? Arthur: I don't know, I don't know. It's unpredictable, it's a random effect. Sometimes it takes hours, sometimes years. The Traveler: I know, it happened on that day in 1993, I remember. Arthur: Not only then. The Traveler: Wait, wait…WHAT?! What do you mean, not only then? Arthur: It happened TWICE before. Once in 1993 and on one other occasion. The Traveler: That's news to me. Why wasn't I told about this until now? Arthur: Now, my friend, is all there is. The Professor finds The Glass Pyramid. Arthur: [Into the phone] Lynne, you still there? John is blocking the door, behind which there is yelling. John: Talk to him! I can't hold them for long. Lynne [To Arthur, yelling]: Of course. Where else would I be? Arthur: Okay, Lynne, listen. When you find me at Oxford, I need you to tell me to set the device to 12.045 Lynne got up from the bed, took a pen and began to write on her left wrist. Lynne: 12.045 got it. Arthur: And that it must be oscillating at 885 Hertz. You got it, Lynne? Lynne: And oscillating at 885 Hz, yes. Arthur: One last thing, Lynne. If the numbers won’t convince me, I need you to tell me that you know about The Compass. 9 Thursday, October 7th, 1993. 7:30 AM Michael is on the train. On his way to his parents' house. The house he grew up in. London, England. Reflecting on his broken relationship with Lynne Daniels. What was I thinking. Of course she reacted like that on the phone. I haven’t been in ANY kind of contact for over 3 months. She lied, she hasn’t moved. I’ll bet money on that. But she asked you. Don’t call her again. It’s over, Mike. You know it is. Go home, take a shower, sleep, wake up tommorow and you know what? Go visit your brother at Oxford. After graduating high school and working at a Textile Factory for 3 years, Michael chose, unexpectedly, a military career. Why? Because of Lynne’s father, Anthony. A wealthy man. The kind of man HIS father never was and the kind of man, he, Michael, wanted to be. So in order to prove himself worthy of Mr. Daniels’ daughter, he joined The Queen’s Guard. His one and only meeting with Mr. Daniels was 4 months ago. On his 21st birthday, as it happened. He remembered that meeting as if it happened five minutes ago and he will never forget it. May 28th, 1993 12:05 PM Mr. Anthony Daniels: Lynne didn't tell me you are a factory worker, Michael. Hard work, If I could say so myself. Impressive. Micheal Norman: Thank you, Sir. Mr. Daniels: What about academy? Thinking of applying for University? Michael: I am not a man of means, Sir. I hope to be, one day. University costs a lot now days. I had to look after my 2 sisters after my father came into financial straits. Mr. Daniels: Any military experience? Michael: No, sir. Noticing a work of art on the wall, A Ship in the Ocean, Michael said: "She's beautiful, Mr. Daniels" Mr Daniels looked directly at Michael's green eyes. Michael: Your ship, I mean. Mr. Daniels smiled. So did Michael. Mr. Daniels: Thank you kindly, Michael. Call me Anthony. I'm going to see to it that you have a position in our administrative department. Not the most glamorous duty but it's a start. I'll speak to human resources. Michael: With all due respect, Anthony, I haven't come here to interview for a position in your company. Anthony: You haven't? Michael: No, Sir. I came here to ask for your daughter's hand in marriage. We've been together for 2 years. Lynne's moving in. I love her very much. Your permission would mean the world to me. Anthony: A very noble gesture. Anthony went for the liquor cabinet and pulled a bottle of XO Cognac and two glasses. Anthony: This is Anderson Cognac. Named after Sir David Anderson, an esteemed General from the Royal Navy. He retired with more medals than any man, before or since. He moved to the Scottish Highlands to see out his remaining years. General Anderson is a great man, Mike. This is his crowning achievement. Anthony poured some into Michael's glass and then a similar amount into his own. Anthony: Cheers. Michael: This swallow is worth more than my father made in one MONTH in his prime. To share it with you, Sir, is an honour. Friday, October 8th, 1993 2:33 PM He walks down a hall, and sees an elderly man talking to a young individual. He assumes he just witnessed an academy faculty professor having a conversation with one of his students. Neither he, nor any of his immidiate family ever were on a college campus, let alone university up until 2 years ago, when his younger brother, Liam, was accepted to Law School at Oxford University. Professor Arthur Jensen: ...not a single piece of original thinking. You DO understand the concept of original, Matthew, don't you? the opposite of repetitive? Now I'm the one you need to impress, Mr. Hollister, and I'm not impressed. So go. Go try again. Matthew Hollister: Yes, Professor Jensen. I'll try it on my next experiment. Professor Arthur Jensen: You do that. Matthew took his papers with him, put them in his bag and went toward the dormitories. Professor Jensen shook his head and was about to head the other way, when another student - in his opinion - asked him a question. Michael: Um, sorry. Are you a professor? Arthur: Professor Arthur Jensen, Physics Department. And you are...? SHOCKING TRUTH CLIMATE CHANGE FLOODS AND FIRES HURRICANES Silence from the student. Great, Arthur thought, now I need to breathe whatever this young fellow is smoking. Don't they have regulations around here? It's Oxford, for heaven's sake. Michael: Um...sorry, I'm Michael Norman, and um...I was told I could find you here. I think I've ... just been.. to… umm… The Future. Michael green eyes met Arthur's brown ones. Arthur: ...The Future? Michael: Yes. Uh, I spoke to you there, you told me to come here, to Oxford, to find you. Arthur: Why didn't I just help you there, in the future? Michael: I'm sorry? Arthur: Why would I put you through the headache of time travel? You know what I mean, it just seems a little... unnecessary? Don't you think? And don't you think that my colleagues could have come up with something just a little more believable, huh? What kind of a prank is that? Mostly to himself, Arthur said: "Paradox. So uninspiring" Michael: Set your device to um... 12.045 and make sure it oscillates at 885 Hertz. Arthur: Okay, now you, you're going to tell me who told you those numbers. Michael: You did. Arthur: No, this is — this is ridiculous. Michael: I know about The Compass. *** Arthur takes Michael into his laboratory. Michael: where are we? Arthur: This is where I conduct my experiments. Alright, this, this future version of me... uh, he referenced this meeting, right? Obviously, so, so I would remember you coming to Oxford, right? I would remember this, here, right now. Michael: I guess… Arthur, again, to himself: Of course I would. Michael: So this, this is changing the future? Arthur: You can't change the future because it hasn’t happened yet. Arthur puts on some kind of protective suit. Much like the Atomic/Chemical/Biological Unit, Michael has trained with at the base. Michael: What's that for? Arthur: Radiation. Michael: Do I get one? Arthur: You don't need one. It’s for prolonged exposure; I do this 20 times a day. Arthur flicks some switches and then reaches over, taking out a 3 by 3 foot piece of glass. It looked nice, Michael thought. Arthur: And this… is The Glass Pyramid. Michael: What does it do? Arthur: This, if the numbers you gave me are correct, will Astral Project your consciousness through the Space Time Continuum. Arthur presses a button. 9\11\01 SUICIDE PLANES TOWERS CRUMBLE HEROES DIE Michael: What just happened? Arthur: Nothing. Michael: What? Arthur: The pyramid, for some reason, didn't work. End of Part I

@seeking_brilliance Nice! @Myioko Liked your poem! Alright, then. Part II coming up. Quantum Warriors is under construction

@ivankiss I AM Awareness Manifested. reminds me of Teal Swan's I AM Fragmentation. Always nice to be in contact with you, man Thanks!

@Ethan1 Yeah, it's a mix of those. you don't really have to write it down if your inquiry is clear in your mind. Mine isn't, so Leo advised to write a journal, I took his advise. Works for me

Let simplify things. Use this technique: Stage 1: You ask yourself a question and the first answer that comes to mind - you write it down. I call that immediate intuition God. You can choose something else if you'd like (Higher Self, The Source, Leo Gura, whatever...) Stage 2: You reverse the roles. God is the one asking the questions and YOU answer. Example: God: What is mind? Greg: Thought. God: What is body? Greg: No End. God: HOW is body? Greg: Infinite. God: What is soul? Greg: Me. God: What is I? Greg: Eternal. God: Who am I? Greg: Who, indeed God: Who are you? Greg: I am that I am God: What am I? Greg: God. God: What are You? Greg: God.

One act of 7 Chakra Sex can enlighten you. I like their chances

The following is a short section of a conversation that took place in Pardesia, Israel on February 3rd, 2011. Taken from my personal Journal. Participants: Gregory Margolis & The Galactic Traveller. Gregory Margolis: 1. Name - Gregory Margolis. 2. Date of Birth – January 28th, 1988. 3. Place of Birth – Riga, Latvia, USSR. The Galactic Traveler: 1. Name – Unknown. 2. Date Of Birth – Unknown. 3. Place Of Birth - Unknown. I was looking at the object that the person who identified himself as The Galactic Traveler just gave me. The Galactic Traveler: “It’s yours, Sir. Thank you for lending me The Compass. I found it most useful. Gregory Margolis: “I gave you this?” The stranger took his water jug and gulped what was left in one sip. It appeared like he had made quite a journey to get here. Traveler: “Yes.” Greg: “After you were shot in the back and I wandered out of the forest to patch you up…” Traveler: “That’s right!" Greg: “And why don’t I remember, well…any of this?” Traveler: “Because it hasn’t happened yet” I burst out laughing. Greg: “I’m not sure what you expect me to tell you, Galactic Traveler.” Traveler: “I expect you to tell me how to move through Time & Space at Super Luminal speed.” Greg: “That is very privileged information. Why would I share it with you?” Traveler: “Because you told me there is something very important I have to do once I’ll have this ability.” Pause. Traveler: “And because… I’m you leader.” Greg: “You’re my leader?” Traveler: “That’s what you told me” Greg: “Look, I certainly don’t want to contradict myself, but we have a specific process for selecting our leadership and it starts at a very young age.” The man looked to be in his fifties. Prior to this encounter, I have never seen him nor have I known about a galactic traveler of any sort. Traveler: “All right, what year is it right now?” Intrigued, I answered. Greg: “It’s 2011” The Traveler was struck with awe. “Are you okay, my friend?” I asked, smiling. Traveler: “Yes, Sir!” Greg: “Drop the ‘Sir’, Greg is fine. I haven’t been in the army since the previous November.” Traveler: “Greg, on May 2nd, 2024. Thirteen years from now, that’s the day I’m born. Soroka Hospital, Beer Sheva. Yes, right here in Israel. I suggest you come and visit me.”