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"When they went, they went toward their four sides; they turned not when they went. As for their rings, they were high and they were dreadful; and they four had their rings full of eyes round about. And when the living creatures went, the wheels went hard by them; and when the living creatures were lifted up from the bottom, the wheels were lifted up. Whithersoever the spirit was to go, as the spirit was to go thither, so they went, and the wheels were lifted up beside them; for the spirit of the living creature was in the wheels. . . ."

• Ezekiel, 1:17-20

We slept like spoons in a drawer, and awoke early next morning to an entangling frolic - a pre-breakfast feast. I forked her in all the positions I could think of.

On the physical level at least, we now knew each other about as thoroughly as we could imagine. And it all tasted good. We accepted all the lumps and smells and juices of our bodies. We decided to practice together regularly and meld our sexual energies between us and through every chakra and channel of our being.

Since Rivah's full attention had been devoted to completing her dissertation project before getting into other relationships, she had no current partner. Back in Israel she once had a fiance, but she broke up with him when she determined to get her Ph.D. in the States. In the meantime he married another girl. Since our adventure was aligned with her research, she easily justified the shift of viewpoint to becoming intimate with me.

As for my reaction, it was a totally unexpected shock to find myself in a new relationship so soon after the loss of Ping. I kept having twinges of "What will other people say?" "What will Ping's family think?" But the whole thing had unfolded in such an effortless and spontaneous way. It felt so good and so right, and so comforting to have someone commit to this scary journey into the unknown the way I knew Ping would have - and moreover with highly useful knowledge and skills. I had lost some assets on the Chinese side, but gained from the Middle East. So I decided not to resist what the present had to offer or try to persist in moping sorrowfully for the past that was irretrievably gone.

Around 7:00 a.m. we showered again and dressed. Then while Rivah pulled out some granola and dried fruit for breakfast, I sat on the bed and began to examine the NOTHING IS TRUE book, reading aloud passages to her from time to time. It was a strange amalgam of scientific information and wild fantasy, mostly a detailed digest of the Flower of Life seminar, a lecture series created by a man with the ludicrous name of Drunvalo Melchizedek.

What struck me the most in the book's discussions was the descriptions of a Merkaba technology based on a geometrical design called the Flower of Life, which is the two dimensional grid that forms the Tree of Life. Its simplest expression is the Star of David, which is the fractal formed from an equilateral triangle - the simplest two-dimensional polygon - in its first iteration into a Koch snowflake. Or it could be seen as two equal-sized equilateral triangles superimposed, but with opposite orientations. In three dimensions, the Star of David manifests as the Star Tetrahedron, a structure that is made from two interpenetrating regular tetrahedra - a regular tetrahedron being a pyramidal three-dimensional version of an equilateral triangle. I remembered reading somewhere that when you iterate a star tetrahedral fractal, it converges on a limit which turns out to be a cube, just as the Fractal Master Benoit Mandelbrot had predicted. Sure enough, a few pages further in the NOTHING book I encountered an object described as Metatron's cube. The Star-tet is also the shape formed when you glob eight balls together, like the embryonic cell mass after three cell divisions. I counted the number of vertices (or faces) and edges on a tetrahedron - four and six respectively - plus the center, gives eleven. The Star-tet doubles that, for a total of 22 - one for each letter of the Hebrew alphabet! The NOTHING book also mentions Stan Tenen's work deriving the Hebrew letters from tetrahedral geometry. The tetrahedrons were pyramids, and the NOTHING book had a great deal to say about the pyramids of Egypt and a character named Thoth, whom I understood to be one of the old Egyptian gods, the one specifically responsible for the introduction of writing.

"You know what?" said Rivah with a sly smile. She strolled over and pointed at the drawing of the interpenetrating pyramids. "The pyramid is an emblem of our letter Daleth, right? Joining is Vav. So the Star Tet is a three-dimensional glyph for DaViD, two pyramids joined together. The Star of David is the same thing in two dimensions. The name David in Hebrew means 'beloved.' Maybe that's why this star shape is associated with the heart chakra, and the expression of love and is taken as the symbol for Judaism. The pyramid viewed from above shows the edges and faces joining as one in an apex point that appears to be in the center - that manifests nicely the letter Vav. With the Star-tet you see the Vav shape whenever you face any of the eight vertices."

I flipped further on into the book, commenting, "And according to some of the things this guy Hoagland and his associated are discovering, there is an energy dynamic in here that is a major force in planets and stars. See, things happen at points 19.5 degrees from each pole, corresponding to where the base vertices would rotate on the sphere." Then I turned to the chapter on prana, the description of the breathing technique that Drunvalo claimed activated an interdimensional geometric energy vehicle in the body called the Merkaba. "Let's see how this works," I suggested.

Rivah sat facing me cross-legged on the bed. I read through the instructions, and we practiced the first fourteen breaths of the seventeen-breath Merkaba sequence. The last three breaths were not described in the book, and we would have to take the seminar to learn the last three.

The Merkaba Prana meditation was complex at first, involving mudras and visualizations, but it gave us a feel for the - to us novel - notion that each of us lives in a bubble defined by a Star Tetrahedron. The book contained discussions of internal and external Merkaba vehicles. The theory presented was that historically (of course, it was all history according to this strange man, Drunvalo, history such as I never heard of when I went to school, and related to things I had only first learned of yesterday in a New Age book shop.) Anyway, according to Drunvalo, the external Merkabas ended up producing problems such as 'dimensional pollution.' Only the internal ones were inherently safe and environmentally sound. The book claimed that the government had been developing and using the external Merkaba technology with the assistance of certain alien races. The NOTHING book explained Drunvalo's theory that the internal Merkaba would help safely shift planetary consciousness to a higher level, from the third dimension into the fourth dimension, or maybe even into the fifth. Drunvalo described many dimensions, comparing them to overtones on a musical scale. I wondered, as I looked at some of his charts, if music might not be a key for tapping into those dimensions.

It did seem reasonable that an internal Merkaba could be more economical and convenient. On the other hand, it might be less practical for moving around in certain environments, such as outer space or New York City. In any case Rivah and I both noticed that the Merkaba breath sequence had a soothing and balancing effect. We agreed to explore it for a while by practicing it regularly. The problem I pointed out to Rivah was that, however evolutionary such breath techniques were for our own personal self development, they did nothing to prevent the increasingly frequent occurrence of terrorist acts in the world - car bombings, airline hijackings, guerilla insurgencies, and so on. And that was the problem that we had set out to resolve.

Rivah agreed and told me that Merkabah mysticism of various types was nothing new. In fact it was an important part of the Kabbalistic tradition - the same tradition that had produced the Tarot deck we had played with. It was based on the description of the flying throne in the book of Ezekiel, the one we had read about during our study of the Wheel of Fortune trump card yesterday. Also she said there was mention of it in the first chapter of Genesis in the description of creation.

As Rivah spoke it occurred to me that maybe there was a link between the Merkaba and the Chariot trump. Both the Chariot and the Wheel had the sphinx motif on them. (Camels had humps on their backs, the sphinxes had breasts on their chests.) The Chariot on the card seemed to be a box-like throne covered by a canopy decorated with stars - suggesting the canopy of the heavens, and perhaps a space chariot - a Chariot of the Gods. On the front of the two-wheeled vehicle was the emblem of the Athen flying disc, an ancient symbol associated with flying gods throughout the Middle East. Under the disk was a strange object that looked like a top. Maybe this was to suggest spinning. Maybe it was a slightly disguised drawing of a flying saucer. The NOTHING book's Merkaba meditation had the special feature of 'counter-rotating fields.' When I drew it to Rivah's attention, her eyes opened and she described the drawings she had seen in Kabbalistic books that attempted to portray Ezekiel's vision. Now that I brought up the Merkaba as an image for the Chariot card, she recalled how similar those old drawings were.

It was now after 8:30, and Rivah reminded me that today was the day of the Stargate workshop to be held at Stan Selkin's house. I called the number I had jotted from the poster, and a man identifying himself as Stan answered the phone. He confirmed that the Stargate event was indeed beginning at 9:30 a.m. The course leaders were Paramdat and his partner Dymphna. He welcomed us to join the group, gave us instructions how to get there, and told us that if we needed a place to stay we could spend the night.

That sounded good to us, so we loaded up our packs, called the Telluride cab (it was the only one in operation at this time of year,) and checked out. The driver headed east to a village called Pandora where the paved road ended. A little beyond the outskirts of Pandora he turned onto a dirt and gravel road that wound about two miles into a box canyon. This was a private entrance to the ranch, since Selkin apparently owned the whole little canyon and the surrounding ridges. A faded wooden sign at the entrance announced the ranch's apt name: Pandora's Box. The canyon was densely wooded and populated with almost-tame deer. A small stream flowed down through, wafting a faint sulphurous smell that suggested hot springs fed it - a hunch that experience soon bore out when we reached the inner sanctum. The canyon walls there were steep and sweaty, and wisps of steam curled into the cool morning air.

"I'm letting you off at the downstairs, but your meeting is probably upstairs," said the driver.

We soon discovered the driver's meaning. A cedar-sided house snuggled into the end of the canyon right up against the sheer cliff. At the side of the building a rickety rectangular elevator shaft crawled up the cliff about 150 feet to another cedar-sided house built on the ridge of the canyon above.

"Selkin lives down here in the winter and up there in the summer. The canyon shelters him from the weather, and he heats his house thermally from the hot spring. He's very much off the grid. He even generates electricity from the energy source here."

Four cars parked helter-skelter at the end of the canyon. Others had arrived before us. We thanked the driver, paid her off, and went up to the door of the house. A note directed us to walk around the deck to the side and take the elevator up. The deck, sheltered from weather by wide overhanging eaves, was built across the front and around the side, all the way to the shaft. The stream flowed out from under the deck, apparently originating behind the house in the cliff.

I pressed a button on the gate to the shaft, and the elevator rattled down to get us. A small window on the front offered a chance to watch the view unfold as we rode up to the main house. When we reached the top of the shaft, we opened a windowless door on the right side of the lift and stepped out onto another deck, this one built along the edge of the cliff, but also surrounding the house. One large high-ceilinged room with naked rafters dominated the east wing of the house. It had sliding Pella doors on three sides opening onto the deck. Two walls of the room were built from a jumble of volcanic rocks clothed with orchids and other exotic tropical plants, and chaperoned by several swamp trees all elegantly draped in Spanish moss.

A large structure made of copper tubes towered in the center of the room. Its crown was octahedral with elongated tetrahedrons symmetrically enclosing it on all sides. Long pipes supported the tower to a height of about 15 feet.

Several people were sitting on pillows or standing around in the room. We reached for one of the sliding window doors, and there was a sharp piercing cry, like a yowling cat, but almost human, and very nearby. With a start I pulled my hand back and peered around the corner of the building to see if a person or animal was hurt. Amid the grass and wildflowers by the deck was a pair of peacocks. The male was strutting in front of his mate and had fanned his tail feathers into a three-foot radius bouquet of iridescent blue-green eyes. Slowly he turned, stamping his feet in the dust until his fluffy white and beige backside with protruding wing feathers faced his mate and us. Whirrrr, he vibrated rapidly and then whumped his wings. Slowly he gyrated in his dance until he came around behind his hen. Then he suddenly mounted her and flapped his wings a couple of times, asserting his authority.

"Well, he's found his lady," said Rivah, smiling. Two other younger cocks with smaller tail fans kept a polite distance and tacitly agreed.

We went back around to the door where shoes were piled, slid it open, and entered. A thick salmon-colored carpet contoured to the shape of the rock formation with a narrow tiled walkway around the edge by the doors and along the living sculpture. From inside the room we could now hear the sound of water dripping. Interwoven among the rocks a dozen little cascades glittered into pools of oriental goldfish.

The grand cock let out another piercing cry and spread his wings with a great whupping noise. All eyes in the room turned and watched as the huge beast leaped off the edge of the canyon and soared across the void to the other rim. He was a good six feet of bird and tail and more than five feet of wingspan, almost the size of an ultra-light airplane.

In each corner of the room was a large crystal. When I say large, I don't mean one or two feet long. These were about six feet long and four feet high. From a distance they resembled giant alien cocoons. Each one rested on a wooden platform about four inches off the floor and was sheltered by exotic tropical trees in large pots. One bifurcated in the shape of a V, and the other resembled the nose cone of a rocket and had a natural three-inch red iron eye embedded in it about a foot and a half from its point. They were both uncut and unpolished, in their natural state just as they were when extracted from their mountain home - in the Chilean Andes as I later learned.

A tall burly blue-eyed man in his mid-fifties with a salt-and-pepper beard and wearing chinos with suspenders and a plaid shirt stepped forward and introduced himself as Stan Selkin and the lady standing with him as his wife Kerry. She was an attractive brunette with a southern twang and strong opinions. We removed our shoes and put on fresh white socks that they supplied us with. We told him who we were, and he drew us over to meet Paramdat and Dymphna. From our introductory chat we gathered that Paramdat, whose real name was George Robinson, was an Australian who had been living on Maui, where he met his current partner, a New Age Celtic Druid from Donegal in County Clare, Ireland.

He had black hair and a Lincoln beard, steely blue eyes, and was wearing a white Nehru shirt with a silver ankh pendant over jeans. She had straight, extremely thin flaxen yellow hair to her shoulders, bright blue eyes, and pale white skin. She wore a long purple silk shirt with gold filigree over white slacks.. Paramdat had been a long-time follower of Osho. He was a skilled body worker and facilitator with a powerful intuitive sense of the flow of energy and the ability to orchestrate it like a symphonic work of art. Dymphna was a psychic who had been living in Maui to concoct a special set of flower essences to share with her clients. Now the two had joined to form a team for facilitating the Stargate seminars.

Kerry cut in to make sure everyone was here for the workshop and had paid the hundred-dollar fee. Then we each found a pillow and sat more or less cross-legged in a circle around the copper tube Stargate.

[Sketch of a Stargate]

Since we were evenly sexed, Paramdat suggested that we sit alternating men and women. Rivah sat to my left, and we faced Paramdat and Dymphna looking through the tubes. David Potter sat to Rivah's left with a lady wearing long hair that fell to her knees. Two other couples sat between Potter and the course leaders. Stan and Kerry were opposite David next to Dymphna. When everyone was almost gathered, a stunning Vietnamese lady in a blue silk Chinese jacket and loose black Vietnamese trousers escorted by a thick-armed American who was unmistakably Noah Rook sat down to my right. I looked over at Noah and blurted, "How in the world did you get here?"

"I drove," he replied laconically staring back at me with a straight face. He paused for a few seconds and then let out a peal of laughter. "Oh, by the way, this is Trong-ky Nguen. Most people call her Ky ('Key') for short. She and I did things together back in 'Nam."

Paramdat opened the workshop by letting us all introduce ourselves briefly. Then he described how the Stargate came into existence. "The energy gate is a natural phenomenon," he said. "We can think of time-space as the laminar flow of water in a river. A rock causes the laminar flow to bend around it. If the flow increases in speed, it folds into a little vortex behind the rock. Further speed causes the vortices to separate from the rock and float down the stream for some distance. The vortex bends the laminar structure of the stream into a circle around an empty space in the middle, like the eye of a cyclone. In a similar way irregularities in the planetary structure produce natural time-space eddies.

"When people notice the unusual energy of a vortex, they often mark it as a sacred place. Sedona, Arizona, is such a natural location. Small eddies are often marked by swirling clouds of gnats during the summer, and you can actually see their outline from the flight paths of the insects.

"The copper structure," Paramdat explained, "acts as a portable, artificial vortex. It is like an amplifier or transducer. It can be used to magnify structures of conscious intention or to shift phenomena of other dimensions or overtones into a range that is more easily perceptible. The copper frame is a third dimensional representation of an energy gate structure that exists just beyond our normal perception. There are many Stargates with different geometric configurations at different dimensional junctions in the cosmos."

Paramdat told us that he received this particular design as an appropriate learning tool to assist us in cultivating subtle perception. He felt that with a little practice and experience a person could learn to sustain the same or even subtler levels of perception without the aid of the physical apparatus.

The source of his cognition was a being named Alcazar, who operated from a higher overtone. According to Paramdat, Alcazar is a representative of the Galactic Federation who is responsible for monitoring activities in this quadrant of the Galaxy, and particularly on Earth during these critical times of rapid evolution of consciousness. He operates from a large organic ship called the Ashtar Command that is in a solar orbit, but can not be seen by our normal or instrument-aided vision because it is in a higher overtone.

Paramdat received this information and built the Stargate while he was on Maui. He claimed that that island was a remnant of the ancient Pacific civilization of Lemuria in which Mount Haleakala had been the highest point and a powerful natural Stargate vortex, located at the magical 19.5 degrees latitude. Haleakala corresponds to the heart chakra for the planet - Mother Earth's nipple, so to speak - and the source of love energy to heal the deep discordance in human consciousness. The Stargate technology would facilitate that healing in a portable manner in many locations around the planet.

With that hopeful introduction he invited three or four people to sit inside the Stargate. There was a long pregnant pause. Rivah and I sort of hung back to see what would happen. We would just watch the first time.

Two couples bravely climbed in. Then Paramdat arranged the rest of us in a symmetrical pattern around the structure, lying on our backs with our heads facing inwards to the Gate, while Dymphna went around and sprayed each of us with a special Hawaiian flower essence that I recognized had lavender as a significant ingredient. Although the experiences would be the strongest for those inside, Paramdat assured us that those of us on the outside would also be very much a part of the process. Oh, well, so much for objective observation.

Once we were comfortably in position, he had us close our eyes, and try to remain alert enough to follow his instructions. He turned on some soft, relaxing background music that sounded like Kitaro, and asked us to take a deep breath and then exhale the cares of the day - then a second and a third breath. Having brought us to a state of relaxed receptivity, he made an invocation during which he created an energy field around the event that would allow us each to experience only that which was for our highest good.

Then he summoned the Ascended Masters, angelic beings, and devic energies to witness. He asked us to each consciously invite our spirit guides to be present and actively assist us in the process. I was a bit confused at this point, because I had no clear idea who, if any, my guides were, although I had developed a sense of alignment with what I called my Higher Self. Paramdat anticipated this concern by adding that if we did not know who our guides were, just ask that they be there, and have the desire that they reveal themselves to us more clearly.

Then he switched the music to a more grandiose cosmic theme and stated the intention that the Stargate be activated. Funnily enough, just at that moment I felt a chill blow through my body, and the energy in the whole room shifted. Step by step he turned on the Gate, asking us to visualize each step in our mind's eye and feel the energy that it awakened. First a broad beam of golden light opened up vertically through the Gate, passing right through our bodies. In this beam he said were little flecks of colored light floating gently down. As they reached our bodies, they cleansed and purified any sluggish or maladjusted areas that showed as darker spots in the golden light. These then dropped off down into the earth.

Then he turned on a brilliant silvery light that came down, presumably from the Ashtar Command, right through the center of the octahedron on top of the Gate and on into the earth. Next he started the energy field around the Gate rotating in a clockwise direction. Sure enough, it seemed that I could feel the brightness of the light beam and the gentle circulation of the energy field.

As all this was going on, I could sense his voice coming from different parts of the room. He was evidently standing and moving about doing something as he spoke. The Stargate was now fully activated. It felt comfortable floating in the waves of music with the soft energy wafting through my awareness. Paramdat let us bask in the state for a few minutes. Then he asked us to request that two of our guides come to work on us, one at the head and one at the feet, in whatever way they felt was appropriate for creating greater health, alertness, and alignment within us. He allowed us some time - perhaps five minutes or more, although it was not possible to track time very well during the process - for the guides to do whatever they did.

And they did. For me they reached into my body and gently touched or shifted things in my abdomen. All of a sudden the one at my feet simply lay down, allowing his body to interpenetrate with mine! In another part of the room I heard someone laugh, probably Noah I thought, and a woman gasped and cried out. Damphne quickly moved to her side and assisted her with special breathing to ease her through the experience she was having.

A few minutes later Paramdat asked that each guide give us a sign that would identify them more clearly in our awareness - a word or phrase, a gesture, a name - something by which to recognize them. Again he paused while we experienced. And, by golly if the one who had lain inside me didn't give a squeal and then frolic around in the form of a luminous dolphin. He even introduced himself to me as Kwiki. The other one was quieter, had a humanoid, slightly Oriental look, and simply made a gesture, a mudra in which he touched his heart with the little finger of his right hand. I later discovered that this was a way to connect the heart meridian.

Paramdat then had us each take another set of deep breaths and begin to move our fingers and toes. He tapered off the music and drew the session to a close. We gradually sat up and returned to our cushions. It was clear that everyone had some sort of experience, some more intense and clear than others. A few just felt a deep relaxation and general well being. But a surprising number had clear experiences of the activation of the Gate, the operations of the guides, and the identification signs that they gave. Each person's experience was quite individual and was, according to Paramdat, tailored by the guides appropriately for that person. The Stargate merely served as an amplifier for whatever process the individual was undergoing.

The longhaired lady asked about the possibility of dangerous effects or the incursion of negative beings. Paramdat replied that in the past he had had occasions when the Grays would come to observe the proceedings. But he said that the design of the Gate's geometry and the invocation of the masters and guides effectively prevented them from doing anything negative. The two couples did not know who the Grays were, (and we only knew briefly from the discussions in the NOTHING book.)

Paramdat filled in some of the current historical mythology surrounding the role of the Grays in the so-called cattle mutilations and UFO abductions for the purpose of scientific experimentation. This led to a discussion about the role of the supposed secret government in the highly classified reputed alien encounters. He outlined the Philadelphia and Montauk time-space experiments, the introduction of many new communication technologies, remote viewing, genetic manipulations, and eventually the infamous Area 51 where under secret, and probably unconstitutional treaty arrangements, the military carried out detailed study, adaptation and test flight of various alien space craft technologies. Finally, he described the purported manned bases on the far side of the moon and the colonies on Mars.

"What a gigantic rumor mill this New Age stuff is!" I thought to myself. And yet tangible things were happening. Here I was sitting in a room with a huge metal device undergoing a process that was consistently producing profound experiences in people. I knew that Paramdat was using some of the basic procedures of the ancient technology of Yoga Nidra in which the yogi systematically puts himself or another into a trance of wakeful sleep in order to explore certain fourth dimensional realms or to consciously alter portions of his reality. I knew researchers were now exploring aspects of this under the name of Lucid Dreaming. There also seemed to be elements of hypnosis. But at least there were no drugs involved! And world consciousness was definitely undergoing rapid changes.

It was already noon. We adjourned for lunch, which gave us a chance to get a better idea of the layout. To reach the rest of the house you walked over a little wooden arched bridge spanning one of the goldfish pools between sections of the living rock sculpture. To the left was a stairway that went up to a mezzanine balcony overlooking the rock wall and the cathedral-ceiling Stargate room. Beyond the balcony were the second floor's Master Bedroom and several guestrooms. Over the bridge on the left also was a door to a large bathroom that extended under the stairway and connected to another bathroom with a door opening to a small corridor on the canyon side of the indoor mountain. A divider between the two rooms could be opened to produce one long powder room done in pink marble with a mirror stretching the length behind the rock wall. Beyond the bridge to the right were more sliding doors. The deck went all the way around the house. The ridge side also had a fantastic view, looking out across other less high pine-covered ridges. All along that side was a dining room with glass Pella doors skylights, also draped with exotic potted trees and plants. The kitchen was on a raised dais in the center of the house. To its rear was a huge stone fireplace that faced into the pine-paneled living room on the canyon side. The portion of the canyon side behind the Stargate room was partitioned off to form an office with access to the bathroom from the small corridor. A pine staircase with a banister rising along the office wall gave direct access from the living room to the second floor bedrooms.

While we ate at the long table in the brightly sunlit dining area, Rivah told me she thought the name Alcazar might be a distorted Sephardic pronunciation of EL-KeTeR, God-Crown, referring to the Sephirah at the top of the Tree of Life, and corresponding to the crown chakra. This would be an apt title for the aspect of consciousness that witnesses all events in the individual's life.

I pushed Noah for more details on how he came to be here. Of course, I had mentioned my plan to go see Master Zhao, and Kang had urged that also. He told me that when he checked with a friend of his in the ATF who was working on the case and found out from him that I was leaving town for a while, he figured I would be here. He knew Stan and the Stargate workshop was coming up, so he drove over, picking up Ky in Denver. Knowing me he figured there was a good chance I'd show up. In the meantime he could do some business with Stan and enjoy the workshop. I marveled at how the great telephone talker Noah could keep track of me so well without using the phone.

I also had a chance to examine the crystal with the iron eye. Selkin told us he named it Argos after the ship of Jason that went in search of the fabled Golden Fleece. The crystal's structure was intricately layered and translucent so you could see deep down inside. It gave off rainbows of reflected light, and just passing my palm in front of the iron eye from several feet out I could feel a beam of energy emanating from it. I wandered about the house noticing many other crystals, smaller in size, but equally rare and unusual. A two-foot high amethyst geode in the shape of a green wizard's hood, a small clear crystal with green occlusions inside that formed a fantasy fairyland, branched clusters, magic wands, and much, much, more.

At about two o'clock we reconvened for the second session. This time Rivah and I sat inside the Gate to get full intensity. Noah and Ky joined us to complete the inside crew. Paramdat announced that we were going to do an inter-dimensional shift and visit an operational space ship. As before he started us off with relaxation and deep breathing while playing soft music in the background. Again he made an invocation and activated the Stargate. Then he switched to a real far out deep space type of music. My body energy completely shifted - from head to toe a rush of cool fire - and suddenly there I was in outer space floating next to a large ship. I was in a small shuttlecraft like a bubble that moved as I willed it. I glided in and docked at a large bulkhead, which then silently swung open. The bubble glided in and the bulkhead swung shut behind it. There was a pause when I could not move, and then I felt telepathic permission to step out of the bubble into a chamber. A tall thin gentleman met me and guided me through the chamber's inner door to a hallway. We moved in a dreamlike kind of slow motion, apparently due to a much lighter than earth artificial gravity on the ship. Proceeding down the hall, we began a tour of the ship that included technical areas, the Navigation Bridge, rooms full of monitors, lounges, private quarters and finally a conference room like a small amphitheater where I was conducted to a seat in the center. All around me in rows of seats several dozen humanoid and non-humanoid beings observed me.

No one spoke. But I felt they were simply scanning my thoughts and memories as if browsing in a library, poking about with their attentions to see if there were any things of interest inside me. The feeling was one of mild, polite curiosity. It was odd. Was I the tourist gawking at them, or were they the visitors eyeing an interesting specimen brought out by the curator of the zoo? At least they did not seem threatening, but I was definitely at their mercy. I wondered if I were them, why would I want to bully a creature such as I? Possessing their abilities and intelligence, if I needed anything in the human environment, I could easily extract it without harming humans or their habitat. Life in the higher dimensions would be fulfilling without having to dip down into our mucky struggles.

I gathered all my presence of mind to see what it was I should gain from this encounter. I should ask something. What was it? Oh yes: "How can we solve the problem of Sabutai and International Terrorism on our beleaguered planet?" I thought to myself. That was it.

The beings in the amphitheater looked at each other for a few moments, conferring quietly by telepathy about my question, it seemed. Silent messages flowed from eye to eye, mind to mind, until finally a telepathic consensus was reached.

All the faces turned and faced me. That was it.

Huh? What was it? They didn't transmit anything! El Blanko!

The tall thin gentleman escorted me back to sit in my bubble.

Paramdat asked us to breathe deeply, and the session ended.

I stirred my limbs and slowly opened my eyes to the afternoon light in the room.

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