For the longest time ever, I have felt I have no kinship with Earth and it felt like a foreign land. Even in my childhood, I would look up at the stars and know in my heart that my true home was out there and I was the proverbial “million miles from home”. As a young child I did not have many friends and tended to always sit on my own when there were breaks at the school I was going to. It was called the Good Shepherd Convent and was, as you could guess, a school for female students only. My parents were of opposing religions and from countries that did not see eye to eye with each other. He was a Tamilian black Indian Hindu and she was a white Tunisian Muslim. They couldn’t have been further apart and their life together was a story in itself but I might talk about that later.
As a teenager, I still had that yearning feeling to go back home but I was able to mask it better and was sociable enough to make friends although I could count them on one hand. The friends I made, I was very loyal to and shared a deep connection with. Later on, as a young woman in a University in Nabeul this was still the case. At University, I tended to embrace what others called lost causes and one of them consisted of a direct clash with a special group of Muslim brotherhood called “Ekhwan Al Jihad” or the brothers of the Jihad (holy war). These people, whose shortened name was “Khwanjia” for all of us Tunisians resisting their backward rules and oppression, had gained a disproportionate level of power and Bourguiba, the President at that time, did not seem able to easily get rid of the hold they had – something that Ben Ali had been able to do after he orchestrated a coup against Bourguiba several years later.
Meanwhile, one of the higher level recruits of this brotherhood who lived on the same campus, had gotten besotted with me and decided I was to become his wife. He was very surprised at my resistance and later on, he joined those who would stop us from going to the University in our western attire and threw the large and heavy lid of a dustbin at me in one of his hate-fuelled acts against me. We were all wearing just jeans and normal sweatshirts or shirts that were buttoned to the top but they could not bear the sight of us, refusing to cover our heads and wear long dresses or skirts instead of what they perceived as “figure-hugging, male-enticing jeans from hell”.
There were other happenings where this madman tried to hurt me but I evaded most of the time his hateful attacks. I then changed University to go to ENSI in Tunis, a University for IT engineers but decided to leave after two years because the level of power and hate-fuelled acts of the Khwanjia had gotten too much to bear. With my very Hindu name of Geetha which related to the Bhagavat Gita, one of the holiest books in Hinduism, I stood a lot to lose if the Khwanjia were to seek me out and do God knows what to me. My path had always been one of peaceful resistance but that did not stop them from beating us, attempting to tear our hair out of our heads or throwing stones and other large objects at us.
I finally left for Geneva rather than Paris because I felt I could not handle Paris after being in such a small place as Tunis. Geneva was a lovely quiet town which I enjoyed living in a lot even though the immigration rules were quite tough in order to get there. Throughout the time in Tunis as a young woman, it had always been about resistance and avoiding getting into trouble with the Khwanjia so I had not thought much about my ultimate goals but as the quiet of Geneva seeped into me, my previous levels of extraneity took over and I started to feel homesick again, wanting to be out there in the stars.
Life took over while I still stayed firmly entrenched in my dreams of going to sleep and waking up in a planet I could call home again. I went through two marriages and had children from my second marriage whom I loved more than myself to the point of concentrating all my energy on them and almost feeling at home on Earth. Things had gone awry with my first husband because the values we lived by were at odds and he had issues he had never disclosed to me before our marriage. Things went awry with my second marriage as well leaving me in a situation where I was taking care of my children almost single-handedly and our expenses as well as the tax situation were making our financial situation stretched and our relationship as tense as it could ever be.
A break came in the form of a posting I was given in Dubai in 2007, where I was told there were no taxes on income and it seemed like a good idea to go there and at least ease the financial burden on us. Initially, my ex-husband was supposed to come and see if this could change things and he did come to visit in September 2007 but he did not want to lose his position as a Partner in the law firm he was working at so he decided not to join us, after which I decided to file for divorce in the fall of 2008.
In Dubai, I gained more financial freedom initially and was able to start reading again, not having to clean up everything and have to always cook like I was doing during my time with my second husband. I had a cook and a maid taking care of everything that needed to be taken care of. It was lovely to be able to keep my mind occupied with more than just my work and the children’s needs and I started even envisaging to write again. Suddenly things got out of hand in 2010 and I then created a blog to report most of what was happening, share literary produce such as poems and short stories I wrote or share my artwork. What happened from that fated date of August 12, 2010 (note that my birthday is August 12) is mostly laid out in my blog so I will not reiterate what I already wrote. This break in my life, though deeply disturbing and painful, brought out the spiritual side of me again and all that I had been thinking about during my teenage years and as a young woman began to take shape again.
After 2010 I became involved in several charitable endeavours and worked towards trying to make the Earth a better place, one person at a time, changing the sides of myself I felt did not sit well with the person I wanted to be. So many things happened, the culmination of which pushed me to the path of healing which I embraced wholeheartedly starting first with the study of Pranic healing after having experienced healing people with just the healing touch – later on, I became a Reiki Master and worked with Bach flowers remedies. The more I healed people, the more I felt myself being drawn into what I perceived as myself roaming the Earth in sleep, healing others in my dreams. At one point in Dubai, while I was doing a distance healing I felt inclined to create an energy pattern that was all around me. This became a daily work and I was given to know that I was building a Merkabah using Indian mudras.
Several months later, the Merkabah was apparently ready and I experienced in my dreams what I later understood were astral travels. I did not remember much of those travels which I relegated to the dream world so as to keep my drive to work and take care of my children during the daytime. As the years passed by, I started having the conviction that I had to build more points of energy in the Merkabah so that it could work for much longer distances. This was achieved in January 2017 and I experienced a great deal of light entering my body after which my astral travels became clearer. After a few days, around end January, however, I realised that the Merkabah had been ruined and I could not get back to weaving it.
The points of energetic alignment using mudras were no longer leading anywhere as if my mind could not make them properly anymore. My Merkabah had truly been broken beyond repair and I could do nothing about it as my correct weaving of mudras had been damaged. The years 2017 to 2019 dragged on until the passing of my mother in summer of 2019. Somehow, her demise triggered something that made my pattern of mudras able to align correctly to create the Merkabah again. I am still weaving slowly but surely and I know the Merkabah should be fully ready at least by 2026, perhaps for my birthday in that year to be a day of fulfilled hope again. I had fallen but I may just be able to go home and bask in blue again.
Phoenix Flying 18 : Mama Jain’s etheric lineage and the King of two worlds
25 August 2017
Since the time Mother had visited her and told her that she had bestowed upon her more power to increase her astral flight, Mama Jain had been experiencing a lot more of such flights, visiting Luna or Mars and recording within her DNA the code of what changes were required in order to live on these planets without the need for any gadgets. For the time being the astral flights were only wtih her etheric body but Mother had promised her that there would come a time when she would fully travel not just with her quantum self but also with her physical self. When questioned how to do this, Mother merely answered that the quantum self could remain quantum by separation using the minimum common multiplier or combine by taking all of the physical self into the vibratory mode and reinstating stillness on the other side therefore landing on the other planets as a physical being in full.
Mama Jain was filled with awe as well as a sense of foreboding because she did not think that she would be capable of doing so. Mother then told her that she was a being who did not birth on Earth but originated from Orion and was brought up on Pleiades. She further explained that as Pleiades and Orion inhabitants had such a long history of interacting with each other, it was the custom to have the oldest of the princesses or princes of the House of Orion be promised to the oldest of the princes or princesses of the House of Pleaides. Mother explained that it was usually the promised princess who made the journey and not the promised prince as this latter had to stay and serve as a king.
Mama Jain was wondering why she was on Earth at all then if she was supposed to be on Pleaides and before she could ask, Mother intercepted her thoughts and answered that the House of Pleiades wished to have a planet with a new civilisation and therefore, as was customary with all planets, many warriors, kings, princes and princesses gathered in what was called the « seeding » contest to be allowed to go and create such new civilisation. The place chosen was a blue green planet called Gaia and it so happened that both Mama Jain and her promised consort Cordrago, the future king of Pleiades won their way to Gaia. Mother then told her that both of them had contributed to the creation of Gaia’s inhabitants and then lost the memory of that when dying as was customary in the direct seeding process. Indeed, the warriors who chose to effect the seeding had to live in the planet they had seeded and were responsible of the well-being of the children they had seeded and lived lives similar to their protégés.
While they could not remember their origins and lived a life like the humans they had seeded, there was always something within them that made them return to the values that they had been sworn to when winning the seeding contest and setting out to seed a new planet. The main qualities they inherently held were altruism, a deep sense of duty, a commitment to help the poor and downtrodden and an overwhelming desire to maintain the truth and integrity of everything they stood for. Mother also told Mama Jain that we were now nearing the period where the warriors were starting to remember their origins and would connect with each other to then decide on whether they wanted to return to the place of their etheric lineage or whether they wanted to stay on Earth. She also told her that when she had lived on Pleiades, her pet name had been Cassiopea.
According to Mother, when they had seeded Earth, they had taken care to separate her in two sets of planets with one being the etheric Gaia where all the oversouls of the consciousnesses they seeded dwelt and the effective Gaia as she was before they vibrated her into two sets of planets and where all human beings lived. In due course, it was expected that the humans would grow and reach a point in evolution where they too would connect with all the other planets and participate in the seeding contest. Mother had told her that there had been a vision for the future king of Pleiades to marry the princess of Orion in the last lifetime on Earth as human beings and for both of them to recover their etheric and stellar lineage so as to build the bonds between Earth, Pleaides and Orion. The prophecy announced by Mother, who was the priestess of the House of Pleiades, was that the marriage of Cordrago and Mama Jain would give forth a son who would be infused with great wisdom and power and rule the merged worlds of Gaia from Middle Earth while his mother and father would depart to their original abode, Pleiades.
Mama Jain could not see how this could happen because she knew she had found Cordrago but it would be very difficult for her to even approach him, let alone bear his child. Mother told her not to lose hope because she could see in the future, which for her was visible like the present was to Mama Jain, that this had already occurred and therefore there would be a way in which this could occur and Mama Jain did not have to worry about how she should do this because it was already taken care of.
Mama Jain had the utmost respect for Mother so did not question her claim although she was not very sure that this would be something actually possible in her realm. Sometimes she wondered if Mother was too far removed from this realm or perhaps too ensnared by her own desires and saw too much of what she wished in the future rather than what was really the case. Mother smiled at her benignly and merely kissed her on the cheek before leaving.
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