Aura's Voice

Many will ask if this was a dream or a true adventure. For me, it was as real as the keyboard at my fingertips … all must decided the truth for themselves.

For several months now, I have been in contact with an alien ship which resides high above our planet. I have been told by these beings that the mission of those on board is to be of assistance to the humans of Earth during these transitional years of turmoil and war. 

The beautiful beings aboard the ship Sialia, which I'm told means Bluebird here on Earth, are great teachers who when asked, are willing to share their divine wisdom and knowledge with some who are ready and able to hear and understand their loving message.

The ship is from the Andromeda galaxy and has been stationed above our world since before recorded history. I too, am from this Island Universe, as are most others who communicate with these beings. Some of us were born on Earth as humans and others came through a process most would call a "walk-in” experience, where at a predetermined time in the life of a human and with the full agreement of this soul, another extraterrestrial soul walks into the physical body and takes over that life.  These beings were contracted to come in later as needed to perform their individual roles in the planet's development.

Another method of arrival is the one chosen for my own experience. In this process, the one assigned to Earth is appointed and contracted for a particular mission. This being will be born as a human child, but will not retain all awareness or memory of their assignment and future destiny until later in life. Within this arrangement, all preparations are made before incarnation. Throughout this planning stage, the child's upcoming life is carefully planned. Parents, geographical location, and major life events are hand-picked to fit a particular course and lifestyle. 

During this phase the spirit is fully aware of the role she or he is destined to play in the planet's awakening. These souls have lived many lives and in their normal state of existence live as fully conscious beings. After an agreement has been reached, the soul inhabits the body of the infant especially picked for this journey. This child will live a normal life as a human until a predetermined date when the memory returns and the soul regains full consciousness.

However, this particular choice holds a distinct challenge. Because the soul coming into the body is quite advanced in consciousness, the child's earthly experience can be bewildering and painful. The bleed-through memory of home causes the children to become confused about who they are. They begin to show signs of depression, or may become disoriented when these memories seep through and they often develop an intense yearning to go home, without knowing where or what that might be.

My early life was exactly that, filled with intense cravings for some unknown place or person. I grew up certain I had been adopted and convinced I was on the wrong planet. I truly believed I had been kidnapped and forced to assume a false set of circumstances, even though those circumstances were quite wonderful. I loved my parents, my home, and my life in general. I was loved and cared for and had many freedoms and joys. Regardless, throughout my years in this body, most have been spent looking for others like myself and hungering for even a slight recognition of home.

My first contact from the ship came many years ago now. I was lying in bed, sleepless as usual, when my body began to tremble slightly. Within moments I became lightheaded and could hear a hollow hissing or buzzing around my head. My throat began to throb and pulsate. The shaking sensations increased until I felt as if I was rising up off the bed. My eyes were shut and yet I could see a bright light behind my closed lids. Within seconds a strange and wonderful sense of peace came over me and I lay there wondering why I wasn't afraid. Then I heard the voice … as clear and pure as if someone was standing beside my bed. It was so loving and comforting … and oddly familiar. 

I don't know how long I lay there in that state of euphoria. I must have fallen asleep at some point. When I awoke the next morning, I attempted to talk myself out of the curious incident by deciding I had experienced a lucid dream, but when it happened again the next night I knew it had been an actual event and not a dream or fantasy. And so began a series of life-changing events.

This phenomenal episode, the vibration, the floating sensation and then the voice, became quite a commonplace occurrence over the next year or so. It was always the same and always came at a moment when my consciousness was hovering between awake and asleep. 

As time passed I came to trust the beings behind the voices and began to anticipate the visits and even look forward to them. I experimented by asking questions and in return received incredible knowledge. Soon I found that I could even call the entities to me. After several months, I was able to contact these friends during the day so I would not have to wait for a night visit, This choice, however, wasn't always the best and there were a few visits that came at most unexpected and unsuitable times. 

One afternoon I was on my computer writing to a friend when I began to feel very dizzy and so sleepy that I couldn't keep my eyes open. I was overcome with a blissful weakness and lost all strength, slumping over from the chair onto the carpet. All I could do was lay there, wrapped in that delightful loving vibration. I lay unmoving for more than an hour, while the celestial voice fed my spirit with a wisdom so insightful and holy that it filled a reservoir deep within me and resonated to my very soul. 

Then came one clear summer night when I couldn't sleep and had wandered outside to enjoy the peace of the warm night. The stars were incredibly bright and the moon a mere sliver in the far distance. I stared up into the starlit sky and spoke the words, "Is anyone up there?" 

The reply was immediate, "Yes, of course, we are always here for you." Those words flowed sweetly from my head to my heart ... and so began my adventure and my awakening. 

By the time that fated night came I was well aware of my role on this planet, through the various encounters and visitations from several friends and teachers from aboard the ship. Some of those exploits have been pleasant ones, others difficult. 

This night, my instructions were to spend the next three nights in the family room, instead of the bedroom. The upper half of the house is a combination family-room/kitchen and can be completely closed-off from the lower half of the house. This particular night I wasn't sure what to expect, only that I had been told to await communication in this section of the house so I wouldn't disturb my husband who was asleep in the lower bedroom. I was so psyched about what might happen that I wasn't sure what to do with myself. I sat on my mat and attempted to meditate, which in my anxious state became a pointless act of futility. 

Finally when midnight rolled around and nothing had happened that I was aware of, I lay down on the floor, exhausted. I was again in that in-between state when I suddenly began to feel really ill, like I was going to vomit. I got up to run to the sink, but the wave of nausea passed as quickly as it had come. I lay back down on the mat, but was now wide-awake. It took me another hour or more to fall back asleep, but I finally did.

Quite a while later, I was awakened by what sounded like an alarm clock. In my groggy state I thought I was in my bedroom, so I reached out to turn off the alarm, but of course it wasn't there. I soon remembered where I was and realized I was probably supposed to get up. “What do you want?" I snapped. I was grumpy and still didn’t feel well. I just wanted to be left alone. Suddenly a light appeared behind my closed eyes and I knew I was in for it.

I still wasn't sure what was expected of me, so I asked if I should keep my eyes closed. The answer came in a soothing feminine voice, "It does not matter .. you will see me even in the darkness." 

I opened my eyes and in front of me was a beautiful alien-looking woman. She wasn't attractive in human terms, but gave off a serenity that was absolutely captivating. Her body was slightly taller than my own and very slim with long arms that hung well below her knees. Her hands and fingers were much longer and thinner than human hands. She was bald with a long narrow head and huge very pale aqua-colored eyes, the color of a tropical ocean, and a tiny thin nose. Her mouth didn't move when she talked, but possessed a look of tenderness, almost like a small smile. She appeared very fragile and moved like a ballet dancer, slow and graceful. The gown she wore looked as if it was made of cobwebs - almost transparent. She reminded me of an elegant insect, not in a repulsive way, it’s just that I simply wouldn't have been at all surprised to see her fly away.

I didn't feel anxious or grouchy anymore. Just being with her made me relaxed and calm. In fact something in her nature raised my perception of self, as if I had only now this moment encountered my true character. In her presence I felt god-like, as if I could do anything. Without speaking words she knew me … deeply and more intimately than I know myself. In some way she reflected my authentic spirit, that vital essence, an all-knowing spark of intelligence and love. I was overcome with acknowledgment of my own sacredness.

The alien woman began moving her long arms in a dance-like movement, gracefully weaving and swaying her beautiful willowy frame back and forth … the movements reflecting a vision of waves on a tropical beach. My body felt lighter and lighter until I was sure I was floating. My eyes remained glued to her, as if I couldn't look away. I was completely mesmerized by the beauty of her hypnotic, rhythmic, movements and fought to keep my eyes open, but they soon closed as I gave into the lovely sensations.

Moments passed, until startled by a sound I opened my eyes to see that I was no longer in my home. I was in a dome-shaped pure white room. It was about the size of my living room, but the ceiling curved upward into an egg-shaped dome. I was lying on my back on a very soft surface. The alien stood by the left side of my head asking, "Are you ready?" 

With a rush of anxiety, it suddenly became important to know who this woman was, "Wait! I don't know your name!" 

With that, she tenderly placed one hand on my forehead and spoke, "You may call me Aura." 

For some reason, her touch and melodious voice reassured me and I relaxed, sinking back into the softness that cradled my body. As Aura lifted her hand from my forehead, a scene became visible on the domed ceiling above, almost like a movie screen. I watched as a vision of a darkened city street unfolded before me. My legs began to move and I realized I had become a participant in the scene and was now walking down the sidewalk of a grimy inner-city street. 

The sight of the gloomy street unnerved me and I recoiled at a movement not far ahead. A man emerging from the shadows stumbled toward me. His appearance was alarming. His hands were balled into fists and his face contorted into a sinister scowl. The clothing he wore was filthy and torn and his staggering gait menacing. A feeling of dread crept through me as I gazed ahead at the foreboding alleyway. I froze in my tracks as panic gripped my chest. Unsure how to react, my legs stiffened as they prepared to flee. I could smell a rank odor and heard him muttering obscenities under his breath. The closer he came, the more unusual his behavior seemed. The darting eyes seemed to pass right through me. At once, I became aware that he was not seeing me. I was invisible to him. He continued to amble his way past me without any awareness of my presence. My flesh trembled, attempting to shake off his malevolent energy from my being. 

As the man faded into the distance, I turned back to the scene in front of me, but was astonished to note that the landscape had completely changed. I was no longer on the dirty city street, but was now in a grassy meadow with several grazing cows in the distance. A young woman strolled toward me carrying an artist's easel and canvas under her arm. A black-and-white dog romped playfully behind her. It only took a moment to realize that like the man before her, she also was totally unaware of me standing so nearby. She passed by me so closely I could feel strands of her hair lightly brush against my face. She was as lovely and fresh as the spring grass she wandered through and I slowed to breathe in the sweetness of the moment.

Continuing my walk, the scene changed once again and I approached the front window of a small bakery. Several shoppers milled about inside picking out baked-goods. The room was filled with the delectable scent of bread and pastries. A petite woman stood behind the counter reaching her hand inside the shelf to retrieve a danish for the man who stood pointing to the treat below. At that same moment a large unshaven man with an apron tied around his overfed waist, lurched out toward the woman and smacked her hard across the face. "Dirty bitch!” he growled, as a gasp of horror filled the room. "I'll teach you a thing or two!" With this, he grabbed her tiny waist and dragged her behind the curtain to the back room.

My stomach twisted into a knot as I thought about the woman and her fate at the hand of her horrendous husband. I wanted to reach out and rescue her from the beating she would no doubt suffer at the hand of this monster. In a split second the scene had disappeared. I stood shaking with emotion. 

Before I had time to consider my feelings or what I might face next, I felt my legs begin their forward march toward my next adventure. When my vision cleared, I was in a small room facing a child of about two years old. He was sitting alone on the carpeted floor holding a tiny toy dog, his little hand caressing the toy as if it were alive. "Nice doggy", he crooned. "Good doggy." The child was as beautiful a little boy as I had ever seen, curly blond hair and a dimpled grin. I gratefully sank into the peace and joy of the child's sweetness and relaxed into a state of total tranquility. This was heavenly. I never wanted to leave.

Suddenly I was moving again. Sucked forward into a vortex, I found myself advancing full-speed through a whirling tunnel of energy. A panorama of color rushed by me as if observing scenery from the window of a high-speed train. Coming to a halt, I felt dizzy and somewhat confused from my bewildering journey. Feeling like I'd been on an amusement park ride, my heart raced as I fought for breath. 

Moments later, I was back in the white domed room and all was quiet once again. The gentle alien stood not far away, her waving arms slowing to a stop. Laying still, grateful for a moment's rest, I stammered, "Wha ... what happened, Aura?"

"You were taken on a trip through the frequency spectrum. Each incident you visited represented a level of frequency or consciousness. These were presented to you to portray the diversity of the human condition and circumstance on this planet. The gift you received allowed you to perceive the contrast between one human state and another." 

Puzzling over her statement, I found myself concerned that I had somehow missed the point and wondered if I should have reached some conclusion that so far remained hidden. "Who were these people?" I asked, reaching for further understanding.

"That's not important right now. What is important is your ability to create a bridge between these events and connect with the humans in each of these settings ... shall we continue?" 

Disappointed, I hoped we had finished, although I knew there must be more to the teaching than I had witnessed so far. Nodding my consent, I was immediately back on the street. A shiver ran through me as I recognized the filthy city street and the wretched man I had seen before. He was now standing only inches away from me. I drew myself backwards, repelled by his disgusting stench and noxious character. 

"Speak to him!" Aura commanded. "When he feels your presence, you will become visible to him." 

Frankly, I had no desire to become visible to him; in fact the idea sickened me. Fighting an urge to flee, I uttered a cautious "h...hello". There was no noticeable change in the man. He had obviously not heard me. 

"You must become aware of who he is and where he is resonating. Get close to him, feel him."

I truly wanted to do Aura's bidding, but the closer I got to the man the more nauseous I felt. I was sure I was going to throw-up. Taking a deep breath, I closed my eyes and stepped directly toward the man. Sure I would probably knock him over, I was assaulted instead by a sinister force that wrapped itself around my being. My chest constricted as if a huge weight had settled down on my upper body. Fearing for my life, the panic rose in my throat and my mouth opened in a silent scream, my arms flying forward in a futile attempt at escape. 

"Stay there and breathe!" Aura directed. 

The anxiety I was feeling grew to near hysteria and I fought to find my voice, "Please ... no!" I begged. "I can't, I ... can't!" I was positive I would be crushed under the weight of what I can only describe as a wicked power and truthfully feared for my life. 

"Breathe, slowly," Aura's voice had lowered to a mere whisper. "Come dear, take it slow ... we know you can do this." 

Amazed at Aura's faith in me under the circumstances, my resolve strengthened and I rolled my eyes back in my head and began taking slow, deliberate breaths. 

"Now, speak to this man. Comfort his soul … tell him what he needs to hear." 

As I breathed, slowly in and out, an awareness began to seep inside my being as I became mindful of this man's tortured soul. He was caught in a deep state of corruption and misery and filled with malignant self-hatred. Instantly, compassion tugged at my heart and I desperately wanted to lift him into a happier place. From somewhere in the remote recesses of my being, words bubbled up and tumbled from my lips, "Be still ...and know you are God." At once, the man relaxed and I felt a lightness wash over me. He took a couple of hesitant steps backward and abruptly reacted with shock as he now noticed me standing near him. His vibration had raised enough that I had became visible to him. He teetered back further, turning away in fear. I found myself wanting to reassure him, but he quickly faded from view, finally disappearing into a mist before my eyes.

I was not too surprised when I next found myself back in the meadow with the young woman and her dog. The woman had since set up the easel and laid out her paints and was at this moment taking a few minutes to cavort with her companion. Her laugh tinkled through the hillside like a china wind chime. I was promptly riding the crest of her joy, pulled along on a current of lightheartedness. Watching this scene was a pure delight. 

"Speak to her!"

I was enjoying myself so much; I had completely forgotten my reason for being here. 

"Remember she must see you. Feel her essence ... go inside,” my guide continued. 

I made my way closer to the happy pair and reached out a hand. The woman's fingers touched my palm and even though she couldn't discern me visually her expression told me she sensed my presence. I brought my hand closer still, until my fingers touched her face. Her skin was smooth and warm. With that touch, she stopped moving and became transfixed, as if hypnotized. All I could think of saying to her at that moment was, "Surely this is heaven."

As if she had heard me, she danced away in joy, twirling through the grass, chased by her furry friend. Enchanted by the happy scene before me, I watched as she slowed her dance, finally coming to a halt not far from where I stood and with no self-consciousness whatsoever, she waved to me calling out, "Hi ... beautiful day!" 

"Yes!" I shouted back. The scene faded.

Within half-a-second, I was standing at the front counter in the bakery shop. The man had just dragged his wife into the back room and was bellowing out obscenities through the curtained door. I wanted to run away from this horrible place, but Aura's voice stopped me. "Go on in ... continue.” were her instructions. 

By now, I had become somewhat familiar with the drill and knew that the idea was to get inside the other's psyche and after adjusting to their personal vibration, communicate with them in an attempt to lift their mood and frequency.

When I entered the back room, I saw the man raising his fist above the woman's head as she cowered beneath him. "Take this you sniveling bitch!" His fist slammed into the side of her head and she lay shaking and weeping in pain. I lunged toward the man, hoping to catch his hand before it could do further damage to the poor woman. In my outrage, I had forgotten I was invisible to him and fell onto his body, with an audible thud. 

The shaken man crumpled sideways with the impact and stumbled toward the wall. Weaving off balance, he grabbed for the chair in front of him, giving his wife an unguarded moment to make her escape. She jumped to her feet and flew through the curtain to the safety of the crowd who had gathered out front. Sliding closer toward the man's rotund form, I intentionally pulled myself into his brutish vibration. Momentarily overtaken with the weight of his hostility, my head began spinning. Through an unsteady haze, I remembered what Aura had told me and began taking slow deep breaths.

Recovering slightly, I found my voice and rasped out, "Love is all there is." I wanted to say much more, but all I could manage was to repeat the phrase, "Love is all there is." 

At first, his sadistic persona seemed to rebel against my words. He gave no real sign of hearing me, just seemed angrier, as if my words pushed him deeper into his fury. I tried to relax into my breath, but the heaviness was stifling. I sunk down further into the darkness afraid I was losing myself. Just as I had become fearful of complete failure, an insight crept into my perception. I realized this man was not filled with hate, but was riddled with insecurities and fear. The moment I came into this knowledge, the weight began to lift. 

"He needs more." Aura spoke softly.

I searched within for just the right words and settled for the phrase, "You are worth more than this … I forgive you." 

He fell into a heap on the floor and began to weep uncontrollably. "I'm sorry", he cried out miserably. "I'm sorry ... I'm sorry" his breath coming in short gasps. I slowly began to back away, sure he would be able to see me now. Moments later he glanced up, now seeing my figure in front of him. Believing I had just walked in from the adjoining room, he made a clumsy attempt to rise to his feet, hampered by his considerable bulk. I reached out to give him a hand. He grabbed my wrist, stood and nodded sheepishly. "Thanks" he muttered. 

"You're welc ...." my words cut off as the scene faded. 

I began shaking with the emotion of the event. "Please, Aura ... can't we finish. I'm so tired" I pleaded.

A slight movement caught my eye and I became aware that I was once again in the child's bedroom. The adorable little boy was giggling, holding his toy puppy above his head and weaving it about as if it were a dog-shaped airplane. I sat down on the carpet next to him and watched his happy concentration as tiny fingers stroked the plastic toy. The ease of this simple, harmonious, scene melted the tension I had been feeling and filled me with peace. I sighed a long, deep, audible breath of relief. Without warning, as if he had heard me, the child turned his head and looked directly at me. Grinning widely toward me, he waved his stubbly hand and let out a cheerful, "Hieee!" 

Shocked that he could see me without my intention, I sat unmoving, not sure what to do next. "Wanna see?" the boy shoved his toy out toward me for inspection.

"... Sure." I inched my way closer to check out his treasured plastic friend. Nodding, I smiled my approval. "Very nice dog … what's his name?" 

The boy stumbled over to me and crawled into my arms. "My dog!" he stated, pushing the toy inches from my nose. "He's hungry … can I feed him, Mommy?" 

My heart jumped in my chest ...Mommy! What did this mean? Had I heard him right? 

The delicate arms wrapped around my neck as his tiny body slumped tiredly in my lap. Snuggling closer to my breast, his breath came in small rhythmic puffs against my arm. Within moments my entire recognition of self was wrapped around this warm little bundle in my arms and my heart flooded with love. Emotion stung my eyes as I bathed in the harmony of this miracle. Rationally, I knew this event was not my true life, but in this tender present it was every bit as real as the fact of my husband home asleep in our bed.

This child, this symbol of pure unconditional love … this is what holds the planets in the sky. The invisible resin that glues the universe to the void is revealed in those tiny trusting arms now encircling my neck. I tenderly pulled the boy closer and felt his fingers twitch lightly against my skin. I wondered what imaginary object they were holding, perhaps a baseball, or was he still petting his fantasy dog? I closed my eyes in gratitude for this enchanting moment and whispered, "Thank you", inhaling this extraordinary manifestation into my being. 

When I opened my eyes, I was back in the safety of my family room. Aura was standing over me with her arms raised in greeting. Once more I was bathed in her gentle essence. Her voice was hushed as she leaned close and whispered, "Welcome back."

I watched in amazement as her body gradually floated backward. Her arms lowered, "It is our wish that this journey resonate deep into your soul, that you may awaken to your true path."

I sit here now, fumbling over my computer keys and wondering if even my greatest effort is sufficient to convey the miracle my life has become. How does one depict sentiment, passion, gratitude and love through mere words … simple and yet bold enough to describe a heart lifted beyond mortal comprehension? How can one solitary being possibly relay a story so inconceivable? And does it really matter if anyone believes the magical journey of one insignificant human …even if the journey is one he himself could take? With these questions whirling around in my brain, my fingers continue to pound at the keys.