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79 – Ecclasia: Past Lives – The Angel Years

Past Lives: The Angel Years

The below are extracts of blog entries written by Jennifer who is known also as Ecclasia. They focus on some of the memories of her past lives.

Personally, I believe that any historian worth their salt should be lapping this stuff up eagerly as the opportunities for such memories are incredibly rare.

Blood of the gods

I am going to try and make these as much in order as I can. I have had a few lives with Gary Leigh as well as the one that calls himself Omen.

What I had thought was my first existence came from some very dark magic. I was summoned into a room of the gods.

My first true memory was of this beautiful room made all of gold. I came by way of a primordial soup made of the blood of the gods. I could feel emotion for the first time and it was completely overwhelming. I felt fear and loneliness for the first time. I spent all of my first existence in a coffin under the city of Atlantis.

Geb

This is where I first heard the name Geb. All I knew was that he was not well liked by those that wished to continue their dark ways. There were many evils in that place.

Evils that I did not understand as I had never experienced it before. With the help of Gary, I’ve realized that some of the memories I have were actually before what I had thought was my first existence.

The first was really not an existence but a being. It was all light. The light completely pure and void of emotion or feelings. This place I was not anything and yet everything.

There was no time so therefore this existence was nothing at all. If I could compare it to anything, it would be this very second it passes without notice, yet in that second it has been thousands of years passing. You wouldn’t know if you were bored or lonely as it was.

Ten Thousand Years

Though I’ve had many lives on earth, I’ve also had lives off earth.

The void of light that consumed me before my first experience on the earth realms were very clouded by the fact that some 10,000 years had passed.

Each time I have lived in a new body, the past has a way of slowly disappearing along with the small memories that held little importance. Though memories fade, I have held onto a name that seemed very important to me, however it held many other consequences.

The name I was given was, and always was, Ecclasia, which I understand that the spelling of this is wrong by today’s standards, yet I do have the spelling correct for my name.

This name was also confirmed by a few Archangels by the name of Uriel, Raphael, Michael, as well as Rogael.

Angels have been present in all my lives, so I had to set the intention to learn all I could about them.

While many feel the hierarchy is thus recorded in the Bible, it does not hold all there is. I remember the status of Angelics are way different than most believe.

Joy And Light

As an Angel, none of us had Free Will, which seems cruel by human standards but was necessary for their roles and jobs. If an Angel was to have Free Will they would be able to choose to do their job or not. This would leave many holes in the scheme of things.

Once an Angel chose Free Will, they would fall from grace and their light, because that would mean they could no longer do their job effectively. Once we leave the light we lose our energy that fed us and we would fall into depression until we find a way to feed ourselves with light.

My experience as part of this light was dull to say the least. I didn’t have to worry about anything because there was no worry, no sadness, joy was bathing in light which was joy, yet joy without understanding of what joy was.

Emotions And Duty

This was why I had so much trouble with understanding emotions, even though I could feel them and have them myself. They seemed dull yet overwhelming at the same time.

Living in the light was and will always be where I want to be. I have my duty, yet I can choose to do it now, even though I do it anyway. Many times, I have recited that old adage “duty before self”.

It has been my mantra though, I know, even before I came to be human, I wanted to stick to that. It may seem harsh to an outsider, yet it makes perfect sense to me.

We live in bondage, yet not knowing that keeps order on the reasons the light bore angels in the first place. It is for us to keep the dark at bay, not destroy it, as well as aid others selflessly.

This does not mean we will help if the help is against the grand design, thus why Free Will should not have been given so loosely to those who could upset the balance of this universe.

A Life With Tao

I had woken with a new name, that was lost to me, and life carried on. I was still quite new to this all and the understanding I had was not very good.

Tibet, around 2800 BC, was where I had landed. The lands were still wild, and people had barely any idea of what lay outside their own lives. They were very fearful of anything that challenged their understanding of living.

It was a great honor to a family to have their son accepted into the monastery to learn the ways of spiritual enlightenment and all that had to offer. Girls in this time were property and had no education other than what was required to find a good husband.

Shadow

I am not sure how I came to be on the steps of the monastery but when I was found, I had not been turned away to some workhouse. The Master took me in and set me to work on chores as I was a girl and we were not allowed to learn the ways of The Master.

However, this never stopped me from hiding in the shadows soaking up what I could. One evening, Master summoned me into his prayer room and gave me robes that were for students.

He referred to me as his small shadow in the dark and told me that I was not going to hide but join in. Though he had cautioned me that I was to never speak or come out when anyone visited. I wondered why such instructions but followed his word to a T.

I had learned the art of meditation, astral projection and remote viewing. The Master’s teachings of the world left me in awe yet, completely calm.

Butterfly

One summer day, I was walking in the garden and Master came to join me. We had walked in silence for some time, when he stopped. I asked him “Master what is it”.

He had looked down at the flowers watching the butterflies. Master had held out his hand and one of the butterflies landed on him.

He held out the butterfly to me and let it hop onto my waiting hand. Master asked me after a moment what I would do with such a beautiful creature.

I looked up at him and said: “Master, it should go live free”. With that answer he nodded and walked away without another word.

The Dress

Many years passed, and I had learned a great many things from my Master. For my tenth year I was given a gift from Master. It was a gray silk dress that fit me perfectly. After I had put it on, he asked me to walk to the nearby village to get something from someone.

I had never left the security of the monastery since entering it and I had no idea why I was being asked to do this task, nor did I understand the reasoning of the dress.

I had left right away and followed the small path down into the village, it took almost all morning to get there and find who I was to meet. Then after acquiring the package I headed straight back. Hurrying my pace, as I did not want to be away after dark had fallen.

The Massacre

I had arrived back to the monastery just as night fell and the sun had given its last rays. The lights had been lit and it was very quiet. Master, I knew, was in the great hall meditating as he always did along with many of the others.

This night however was not like any other. I entered into the hall to a sight that left me in complete shock. There on the floor was Master and his students. They were all covered in blood and the life they had was gone.

Panic stricken I ran from there out into the garden. I sat down near where the butterflies had been, wishing I would see them for comfort. In my mind they were dancing in front of my vision, delicate and pure.

That is when I felt a sharp pain in my chest and I knew I would have those beautiful butterflies with me always even though my life here is done.

Past Life: The Temple of Isis.

The temple was not very big as most would have thought. Only girls were allowed inside the temple unless it was a very special person.

It was a great honor to have one of your children serving in any temple in those days. The family that had a young girl chosen would be treated with more respect and given better earnings for their jobs.

The children would be selected around the age of 4, to be taken into the temple, to learn about the gods as well as meditation. Those who were especially good at their learning would become a priestess around the age of 12. Once one became a priestess, they would be in charge of teaching the younger ones as well as bring offerings in from the gates.

The gates had two sets of doors with a small outdoor area before the doors to go outside the temple grounds. One was never allowed to leave the temple once inside because it was thought that outside the walls were impure.

New Body

I had just woke, in this new body, and was about three years old. I was in a work house for children that had no families. While walking past the gates of the temple someone bumped into me and I found myself face first in the ground at the feet of a priestess. She took pity on me and took me in as an offering to the goddess.

The moment the high priestess laid eyes on me she sent me into training to become a priestess. It was very unheard of, for one so young, being part of the order, let alone chosen to be one of those who would be chosen to be high one day.

Every night before sundown we all would gather to eat bread and drink sweetened water. After the meal, as the sun sank into the world, all were required to meditate till there was no light left. Late at night the walls seemed to hum with a vibration that was otherworldly.

Once I was seen to have mastered meditation and the arts of divination, I was allowed to start learning herbs with the high priestess and greeting the Pharos (pharos were actually the women head of households not the “kings”) that came to worship the goddess. The Pharos came to ask for fertility and the wellbeing of their households. Some came for universal news of famine that could destroy the way of life for the lands.

Famine

Gods would come down and grace the temple with their wisdom. Only those who were worthy were allowed to set eyes on these gods. They would sometimes choose a priestess to ascend with them (which often times meant sexual connections as they viewed virgin priestess vessels for the goddess Isis).

A great famine happened and many died, then the plagues came. Death was everywhere and even the temple was not spared. Offerings stopped coming in and we were starving to death.

The younger children went first as they were not as strong as some of the older ones. I can remember the smell of death that filled the halls of the temple. Though I do not remember my death there I do surmise starving was the reason.

I never got to meet Isis myself, yet the high priestess often times would say she visited, telling us what to pray for next. It seems to me that this strange place was partly connected to the gods, yet it was more of a way for the Pharos to connect to their goddess in a way that made them feel much better about their own rolls in the life they lived.

Next: Dealing with the fallout of the Dark Council disbandment.

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51 – The False gods

The False gods:

As far as I can recall, I’ve never been a fan of the Councils, nor have I ever been a fan for those who elevate themselves as gods to be worshipped.

From my memory, during Atlantis, the title “god” meant little. It was a job title. The god of <insert job description>.

Everyone had their own skills and abilities and because the vibrational levels were way higher then, it was easier to do things that appeared to be magic.

This is because the higher the vibration of a dimension, the quicker things manifest. The downside is that those things you can instantly create, tend to have little to no substance to them.

Still, you can do some things, which, on the 3D level, would look like miracles. If you find a way to bring the higher level manifestations down to the 3D world, it can look impressive.

In fact, those who have mastered such powers on this level will seem like magicians, masters or gods, especially to those who are in a body that blocks that kind of power.

The time of Atlantis wasn’t fun. The ego and power trips of many were out of control, and while it’s fair to say that there were some good people there, they were in the minority.

But  why?

You might ask: Why be there to begin with?

To be frank, I don’t fully recall the reasons. Atlantis had been around for quite a while by the time many of us came there.

It was, if I recall correctly, an outpost. A place to set up base, but it wasn’t all that populated, relatively speaking.

Infrastructure had been put into place and the bridge between astral and the third dimension had been engineered. Atlantis, itself, was on an energy centre where ley lines would intersect.

From what I recall, Atlantis was a place to get away from what many deemed the oppression of the Galactic Federation. Though, in my view, it was more about not being able to break Galactic law that had been put into place to protect the denizens.

A deal had been struck that if people went there, they would be pretty much able to do what they wanted. It was a way of gathering all the troublemakers into one place. At the time, Earth was not all that populated, and the impact should have been minimal.

It didn’t work out as expected because we underestimated the insanity, and depths of cruelty and coldness these beings could reach.

In any case, it began badly and ended even worse.

After Atlantis

It wasn’t until the fall of Atlantis (and everyone either moved on or went home), that the god thing really took off.

Yes, there were gods beforehand, but they were there to help rather than rule.

Humans could be easily dominated and impressed. When in their bodies, they tended to have low levels of awareness. It was very easy to manipulate them and create a powerbase of worshippers.

The thing about having someone worship you is that if enough people do it, it actually can empower you and your energies.

Prayer is thought, after all, and thoughts create. When you worship someone, they get your energy and when enough people do it, you get a lot of it.

Mind you, the type of energy you get might not always be that great, but the gods were not all that picky, and they were also in fierce competition with each other for status and power.

Nowadays most don’t believe that they existed, and they were simply dismissed as a bunch of superstitious mumbo jumbo to help explain natural phenomenon.

While there certainly is some truth to that, it doesn’t mean they never existed, nor does it mean they are no longer around.

And while they may not be as strong as they once were, it doesn’t mean they still aren’t dangerous.

Never ask them for help.

As it goes, from my observations,  there are way too many gods that are still around.  Worshipping has become more subtle and cults are formed instead of open worship.

And while many believe they were never real, there are still plenty out there who believe they were. Such people will often pray to them for a favor or their assistance.

If there is one piece of advice, I could impart in these blogs, it’s this: Never pray to a god or goddess for help. You never know what you will get. Many of them are far from nice and they will demand compensation of some kind. This also goes for Archangels. Not all of them have humanities interest at heart and a good portion of them are part of The Triquerta.

Goddesses such as ISIS, Hathor, Venus, etc., are ego driven narcissists who border on being sociopathic.

Having had enough personal experiences with several of the gods, I can say for a fact that you never want to be in their debt.

For those against…

Personally, I was never partial to the idea of being worshipped, but it wouldn’t surprise me if there was some obscure group somewhere today that does exactly just that. Though, if you Google ‘Cult of Geb’ you won’t find anything and for that, I am grateful.

I know I wasn’t alone in my feelings about the gods. Omen, in spite of being mistaken for a god many times during his incarnations, (the Raven Mocker being one notable example) never warmed to the idea and was rather disdainful of the idea of gods.

Seth (aka Set) also detested the practice. It was one of the reasons he railed so hard against the gods. History and mythology paints him as one of the bad guys, but was he really? Those who have read my ‘I am the Phoenix’ book will have a much greater insight into this.

For someone who is painted to be so evil and dark, he has done more to help than most of the other gods put together.

I am well aware that most people nowadays don’t believe in the gods. There was a time when I didn’t either, as ironic as that may be.

But I have lost count of the ones I have found, or rather, have found me. The one thing they have in common is their ego.

In the next entry, I’ll recount one of my more recent experiences with one of the gods.

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36 – About Atlantis and Lemuria

Was Atlantis Real

Wasn’t Atlantis Just A Parable?

Now that I’ve stated that Atlantis existed, I’m sure it will be a controversial statement for many. 

The general consensus is that Plato created Atlantis as an example.  It didn’t exist, and there isn’t any proof it ever existed.

Quite frankly, it’s easy to refer to something that you can’t prove because you can say anything about it.  As it goes, my Guides would discuss Atlantis and claim that it was my idea to create it.  I was told it was meant to be a place where beings could visit and be free of restrictions from The Galactic Federation’s influence. Along with Thoth and NUT, I was in charge of running it.

Now, I always thought that sounded like an egotistical fantasy.  Right up to the time I spoke to someone who had, until recently, been bound to bodies, like Omen was, and remembered Atlantis.

Due to respecting the wishes of a friend, I can’t disclose her name, so I will call her “Nicole.” 

The only reason I know Nicole was not a deluded person, was the fact that Omen remembered her from back when they were both wandering the earth around 16,000 years ago. 

Also, Nicole knew Omen and who he was.   She also had way more knowledge about things (like Omen did) than any person would normally have. 

The One You Now Call Gary

Nicole always referred to me as, “The one you now call Gary.” It was also clear that, even though I had not actually met her in this life, she was not a fan of me at all.

Nicole called me by that name frequently. To me, it implied she somehow knew me, recognized me, and remembered my previous names.  Nicole was another who recognized my Phoenix heritage.

Not only did she remember me from previous lives, but it also was confirmation that what my Guides had been telling me, turned out to be correct.

One night, a mutual friend set up a chat with us both. 

Nicole’s Soul Mate was still incarnated in a human body, so she would possess that and use it to communicate with others, when the need arose.

The Long Chat

That night, for two hours, Nicole went on and on about how she held me responsible for the genocide that happened by the Atlanteans, because I was the one in charge, thus I allowed it.  Nicole’s most serious accusation was that I was indecisive and refused to act. (Though I had my reasons, which I will further detail in future entries.)

Nicole claimed she had sent an emissary to speak to me, whom I refused to see.  Though it took me a while to remember that incident, it was still fresh in her mind, even though it happened at least 20,000 years ago.

Of all the things I ever expected to be accused of in this life, genocide was not one of them.

Many others I have spoken to claim to have memories of Atlantis, including another colleague, who goes by the name Ecclasia. She was also bound to bodies for ten thousand years.  She claimed she was kept under the city but heard everything that was going on.

Murky History

I still am a little unclear about the history of what occurred in Atlantis.  What I do remember was frustration and malice.

I remember that Atlantis was a high level civilization based on crystal technology.

The crystals were classed as sentient (they had a Soul Energy attached to them and certain kinds have certain powers). They were especially potent in the higher dimensional levels.

Crystals have many uses.  However, some could be used to enslave, bind or imprison others.

A lot of amoral and terrible experiments were performed during those times. They experimented with hybrids, siphoning off parts of Souls and replacing them with other energies.

There were genetic experiments, especially with the human body.

There were no gods present because, technically, everyone was a “god,” so being one was nothing remarkable.

The wars that Nicole referred to were the Atlantean’s attempts to annihilate and/or enslave the former denizens of the planet: The Hindu gods and Fae.

And Lemuria

Atlantis ended up being so bad that some went and founded Lemuria to get away from it.

The Ruler there was called Neptune (also known as Poseidon or Triton).  Neptune did not have a friendly disposition, though he was smart enough to rule Lemuria in a way to make most people happy. 

Lemuria was based in the sea (thus making it harder for demonics to be there), and is where the myths of merfolk originated.

All who chose to go there were given Mer energy, which allowed them the ability to survive and breathe underwater. 

Lemuria was named after the original Lemuria, that was a planet that was covered almost completely in water. The Mers and the Naga were at war there, and many came to Atlantis to escape. Those who lived in Lemuria also seem to have a strong draw and affinity with dolphins.

The point is, Atlantis did exist, and still does.  Both Atlantis and Lemuria are actually on a higher vibrational plane, which is why we cannot visit there from this 3D level.

I know I just gave a breakdown of what seems to be a fantasy role-playing game, but in my considerable experience, it’s all real.  Too real.