Friday, August 8, 2014

Jaqual’s Story Part 1&2

I have taken the liberty of posting both parts of this multi-dimensional saga as one and without illustrations...DT the ET
  The Temple of Remembering - Where We Left Off...

TempleRememberingJaqual Speaks:
I feel a pull on my body as I stand before the first threshold to the Temple of Remembering. I have been instructed that as I cross each threshold and stand in the hallway before the next doorway, I will experiences different lessons and challenges.

These lessons and challenges need to be cleared and balanced before I can proceed to the next threshold. I will continue with my story in our next meeting. Remember to call me into your daily life.

(Sue’s Note: I doubt that I remembered to call him everyday, except when I was writing his story, which I cannot find.)

Jaqual Speaks:
July 24, 1997
The first doorway is very close to your color red. As I cross the threshold I am flooded with the memory of my parents. I have not thought of them in many years. I see the brilliant violet eyes of my mother and the deep green of my father’s. I feel their dedication to me and know that they have studied for many years in order to give me a body.

I am just awakening to my third dimensional form. Everything is very red and orange and I am hearing the singing of my mother and the laughter of my father. I feel safe and totally surrounded by love. I can still remember the formless world from which I have just emerged. I miss the feeling of being ONE with everyone and everything, but I still feel safe because I am ONE with my parents.

Now my memory moves forward to the time when I am about four. I have been in a hard- shelled body (the word we use for our third dimensional form because our other forms are far more fluid) and have reached about six feet of height. On Antares we are independent of our parents at three years of age and gain our full adult bodies by the time we are seven years old.

I now live in one of the communal homes with the other children. There are certain adults who run these homes, but we are free to go anywhere in our community and spend time with anyone that we please.

My mother is an artist and spends much of her time on the fourth and fifth dimension but visits me often. My father comes to see me about once a year. He is a Priest in one of our temples assisting others to enter the Temple of Remembering.

Suddenly, I feel my first experience of fear because I am remembering the attack of the Draconians on our small community. I was in the garden of my parents’ home visiting with my Mother. She loved to visit with me there and was constantly educating me about the many beautiful flowers that grow on our planet. Mother’s dear friend, Alicia, had just left the garden to bring us some aboromium tea when we heard a horrible scream coming from the house.

Mother and I raced in to see what was wrong and found Alicia on the floor in a pool of blood. Two huge Draconian reptilian men stood over her. Mother ran to her friend’s side and one of the Draconians grabbed her by her hair and pulled her up to meet his eyes. I could not think or plan. I reflexively ran to my mother’s aid. I was much smaller than the Draconian warrior, and he laughed as I beat upon him to release my mother.

I will never forget the laughter as the two men observed a small boy trying to rescue his mother. Finally, the warrior became tired of his game and used my mother’s body to bat me away from him like a small insect. The other warrior then picked me up and threw me out of the window and into the garden. I will never understand why they did not come out to finish me off. Perhaps, they thought I was dead.

I’m sure that I must have looked dead. Both my both legs and one of my arms was broken. The left side of my face was bashed in and I was covered with blood. I still have the scars over my left eye. When I regained consciousness, I do not how much later, everything was quiet and still.

I drug my body into the house with my one good arm and found my mother dead beside her friend. I can’t bear to think what they did to her. It was then that I swore I would be a warrior for as long as it took to seek revenge and find peace. I know that I cannot cross this first threshold of blood red before I release my need for revenge. Only then will I find my inner peace. Perhaps, Suzille, you and I can seek that together.

(Sue’s note: I could not continue with this journey until the summer of 2002, which I managed to misplace. I will need to seek Jaqual’s guidance before I continue with this story.

Sue Speaks:
August 1, 2014

Dear Jaqual, I am calling to you within my NOW of August 3, 2014, which is 17 years year after your July 24, 1997 message. I understand that we also connected in the summer of 2002, but I do not remember and cannot find my writings of that message. I remember taking dictation for what you were telling me while I was on a camping trip. Therefore, I wrote it by hand.

I have the beginnings and the ending, now I need the middle of your story, but I cannot find the middle. I imagine that I will find what I received in one of my many written journals. However, I believe that there are no mistakes or accidents, so I call on you in this NOW to tell the middle of your journey.

Perhaps there is an alternate reality that has occurred during the “time” we did not communicate. I know that when I found the ending of your story I did not remember writing any of it. Maybe it is just that I am in an alternate reality in which I can now hear your story from a higher frequency perspective.

I am quite adept at typing higher dimensional channels now, so my fingers are on the keyboard awaiting your reply. I will go into mediation now to best calibrate my consciousness to you, my higher dimensional spiritual warrior…

Jaqual Speaks:
Greetings Suzille,
I rejoice that you are prepared to return to my story. And, yes, you definitely resonate to a higher frequency perspective than you did before. In fact, I have put out a homing beam for you, which you could not perceive before this era of your incarnation. Before, you enjoyed my story but found it quite disturbing.

I wish you to know while we were not communicating I did move through all the thresholds and doorways. Hence, I too resonate to a higher perspective. I will tell you my story as it was revealed to me as I crossed each threshold. In this manner I can reveal what occurred and how I was able to transmute each “problem” into a “lesson” and each “failure” into a “victory.”

Before I continue, I wish to tell you about our Temple of Remembering. As I have said, before we can enter the Temple we must go through a series of seven doorways with each one resonating to a higher frequency. Before we can enter the doorway, we must cross the threshold and walk the hallway before that door. What we did not know until we entered the seventh doorway was that a long stairway awaited us.

Each series of threshold, hallway and door is of a higher frequency, which emanates the next highest frequency color, vibration and tone. In this manner, each doorway represents a different era of our incarnation. In order to pass through each frequency of doorway we are called upon to transmute every lower dimensional experience of that era of our incarnation.

In this manner, we live an intimate life review through which we can transmute our fearful third-dimensional memories, thoughts, emotions and actions of each successive era of our life into fifth-dimensional Unconditional Love. Via the power of your Unconditional Love, we can transmute back to our true form of Lightbody.
  • The first doorway is red and represents our early childhood.
  • The second doorway is orange and represents our “coming of age.”
  • The third doorway is yellow and represents our duty as a Spiritual Warrior.
  • The fourth doorway is green and represents our time mating and parenting.
  • The fifth doorway is blue and represents our transition from parent to leader.
  • The sixth doorway is indigo and represents the awakening of our higher perceptions.
  • The seventh doorway is violet and represents our transmutations back into Lightbody.
I will now tell you of my journey through The Temple of Remembering.

As I crossed the first threshold and stood in the hallway before the red door, I felt revenge fill my being. This frequency of revenge gave me the courage to face the most frightening thing warriors could ever confront – their own unconscious fears!

I was a small child again, and all that I had known had been lost. I was ready to release my life and visit my Loved Ones in the higher dimensions. As I allowed my weak spirit to flow from my mortally wounded form, I saw my father, who had died protecting the Temple, and mother there to greet me.
“Our dearest son,” they said in one voice, as they were now merged into the ONE form of their Divine Complements. “You will not find our people here because they have been taken away to be used as slaves. Only you and those of us who were off planet are left. You must contact the others so that they can follow the Dracs before it is to late to follow the trail to where they have taken our people.”

“But how can I do that?” I asked. “My body is mortally wounded, I cannot walk and only have one good arm.”

“Come into our Essence,” spoke my father. “Our joint Love will heal your wounds.”

I then experienced myself floating between my parents who held my wounded form in an upright position as they embraced me from the front and back. It was then that I realized that I was in the fifth dimension with my ascended parents. Since I was the only one left alive in our community, I was the only hope for our people. Therefore, my parents had been granted a decree to heal my physical form with their united, fifth dimensional Lightbody.

I then realized that I, too, was in a state of Lightbody. Gradually, my physical body returned to its pre-wounded state, but my spirit was filled with revenge. This method of using ones Lightbody to heal their physical body was one of the main things my father had been working on in his Temple. He could sense my revenge, but knew that I might need it if I were to succeed.

The Draconians had destroyed all of our communication systems and available ships. However, my father told me of a prototype ship that was hidden underground by the Temple. Using that ship I could call our warriors who were off planet to join me as I followed the trail of the Draconians.

I hate to admit it, but it was so wonderful in the fifth dimension that I almost wanted to stay there with my family and friends. With that thought, all those who had “died” to the physical appeared around me to engulf me in their Multidimensional Light. Slowly, my wounded spirit was healed, and I found myself returned to my healed physical form.

To my surprise, my form had been progressed to my adult size, but my mind and emotions were still that of a child. I knew that I should have gone directly to the hidden ship, but as I walked from my parent’s house to the Temple I knew I had to tend to the dead. Therefore, I rushed back to the house to get my father’s laser gun, which he hid there for my Mother’s safety.

Then, as I walked through our settlement toward the Temple, I blessed and vaporized each body. I knew that they had all returned to the fifth dimension, so I held no sorrow for them, but I could not allow their physical forms to slowly deteriorate in the Antarian sun.

The ship was exactly where my father had said. We were trained from early childhood how to operate even the most sophisticated Starship, so I thought I would know exactly how to operate it. First I removed the holographic camouflage from the entrance of the cavern. Then I raised the ship to the surface and sent out a message to all of our warriors telling them what had occurred.

I understood why my parents had restored me to an adult form because my smaller body would have had difficulty reaching all the controls while seated in the pilot’s chair. Since this ship was a prototype with different controls, my father merged his fifth dimensional consciousness with my physical form so that he could kinesthetically instruct me.

“I can only stay with you for a few moments of your time, as my body is returning to the higher dimensions. Therefore, pay close attention to what I am doing and telling you. No one else knows how to fly this ship and I will only be able to show you once. You must put aside all grief and revenge, as these emotions will lower your consciousness and you will not be able to remain in connection with me. Do you understand me son?”

“Father, I understand, but how can I release this pain inside of me?”

“You must be a true Spiritual Warrior and think only of the greater good,” he replied.

I realized then that I could not allow my emotions to affect my thoughts. This knowing gave me the strength to focus only on my Father’s voice, which I heard inside my heart. I then felt my Mother, who was ONE with my Father now, and realized that death is only a third dimensional illusion. My duty and honor was to rescue the living members of our settlement.

With the alignment of my heart and mind, my consciousness shifted into the fifth dimension, and my Father was able to actually enter my form within his NOW to instruct me kinetically on all the operations of the ship. Soon, I knew everything about the ship, thanked my parents and took off on my mission to save our people.

With my childhood over, I move toward the Orange Threshold.

Part 2 - Multidimensional Unity Consciousness

Antares Region
Antares Star Group
Jaqual Speaks:
I stand on the Threshold of the Orange Doorway to review my personal “coming of age.” My situation was unique in that I was “progressed” into adulthood by the members of my community who had an unplanned re-location into the higher dimensions. Because of our constant contact with the higher dimensions, we do not have a word for what you would call “death.”

We celebrate when our friends and loved ones accelerate their consciousness into the higher dimensions. If we miss them, we merely use our multidimensional communication ability to connect with their essence. Therefore, when they move into the higher worlds, we rejoice with them, as we know that their reason for incarnation has been fulfilled, and they are ready to return to the higher worlds.

I was not aware, yet, if my family (as everyone on Antares is our family) were able to fulfill their mission. Perhaps they are doing that now through me. I will carry them all in my heart as I return to my story.

I have shared my journey through the first, red doorway and NOW stand before the threshold to the second, orange doorway. As I cross the threshold and walk the hallway, I realize that I have transmuted my childhood fear and revenge into mental focus and purity of purpose. I am now prepared to live the remembering of my pre-mature “coming of age.”

“I am Jaqual, returned to your consciousness to continue my story.”

(Actually, I wrote the message below before I received any introductions. This morning I opened my computer to check my email and heard inside that there was a message from Jaqual. I went to my word file for the Antarian Messages to ask a question. However a question was not necessary, for as soon as my fingers were on the keyboard they instantly received the following message. I read everything for the first time as I wrote it.)

Jaqual Continues:

Since the Draconians believed that everyone was dead or captured and all our ships were destroyed, they made no attempt to hide their trail. Also, the new ship that I was flying was equipped with sensors that could receive information from much greater distances than our other ships. Most of important all, this ship had a cloaking device. So, I could not be seen on their sensors.

As I thoroughly investigated the ship, I could see that my Father had a great deal to do with this advanced technology. I had never known that part of him, which made me sad. I always thought that I would study with him when it was my NOW to enter the Temple of Remembering. In a way, though, I was with him.

It was as if he had left a small component of his essence inside me when he slipped into my form to show me how to operate the ship. With that thought, I felt an inner recognition of that truth. Yes, somehow he had left a fragment of his personal essence in me. I wondered what that would cost him in his own personal return to the higher dimensions.

“I will retrieve that spark of my essence when our people are back,” I heard him say inside me. My consciousness soared with that simple message. I realized that I was NOT alone. In fact, as I allowed myself to surrender into his essence I felt the joint essence of all those from our community who had assisted in my healing.

“We will stay with you dear Jaqual until your mind is as mature as your body,” they said as ONE being. With those short messages from my people in the higher dimensions, all my insecurities were erased. I was NOT alone. My family of light in the higher planes was with me in my heart and mind. “Thank you for releasing our bodies,” was their final message.

I knew that it would be increasingly difficult for us to communicate as I flew further and further away from our planet. We had been taught that our planet was alive and served as a “light beacon” for our consciousness to return to, communicate with and/or through.

Hence, even if our ships were disabled, we could still communicate with our people on the planet through the massive, living essence of our homeworld. However, if we were too far from the planet, the communication would not work or there would be a long time delay.

I was quickly moving away from the planet that had always been my home. However, it was my NOW to “come of age,” and I had to do it alone while traveling through increasingly unknown territories of space. With the support of the many that I had known and loved, as well as the cries for help from those who had been captured, I easily released what I had once conceived of as my youth.

Knowing that none of my Antarian family had actually “died,” but had only returned to the higher dimensions soothed my grief and allowed me to focus on my mission. I had sent out my message to our people who were off planet before the ship took off, but I dared not send a message via technology while in space, as the Drac’s could easily intercept it.

Fortunately, the messages from my higher dimensional family gave me an idea. If I could so easily communicate across dimensions with my mind, then certainly I could communicate with my own family while in the same dimension. I put the ship on autopilot with the auditory warnings on so that I would be instantly informed if there was any danger while I was in telepathic communication.

During my yearly visits with my Father, he had taught me inter-dimensional communication, as well as long distance planetary communication. As I looked back at everything my Father taught me, I realized that he had known about the possible reality that had just occurred. It was not a far stretch of the imagination that the Dracs would invade us, as we had been their mortal enemy during the entire ongoing Galactic War.

The forces of Power-Within and Power-Over had been battled in the heart and mind of all our galactic family. Thus, it was played out in the third/fourth dimension as an inter-galactic war. My mind fell into wondering if I would live to see the end of this war? “NO,” I told myself. “This is not the time to ponder the future. Warriors must live in the NOW of every situation.”

With that reminder to my self, I began to remember everything my father had taught me about long-distance telepathy. I instinctively knew that I had to focus ONLY on the love I had for my people, as that was a carrier wave that the Dracs could not perceive. Love was an unknown experience in their society.

The Draconians were hatched out from a hole in the ground in which they were buried for their safety. The first ones to hatch were those closest to the surface and the least mature. Most of these first hatchlings were eaten by predators, including other Dracs, and by the more mature hatchlings that hatched after them.

In our world our consciousness was joined within the ONE, and we all sought our power- within. However, in the Draconian worlds, ONE meant each individual. Therefore, there was no attachment to other Dracs. Their mother left the nest once the first eggs began to hatch and never turned to love or protect them.

If the new Dracs survived the first moments of their hatching and somehow found a safe place to hide, their chances of living to adulthood was very small. However, because their survival was always at risk, and because their survival was focused only on their self, they were the most vicious warriors in our quadrant of space.

The fact that they were now taking slaves revealed to me that their society was breaking down. Before, they took only technology and killed everyone else. Now, their numbers were so diminished from the ongoing war, that they needed humanoids to care for the components of their life that could not be managed by machines.

“Enough thinking!” I heard myself say. Yes, it was the NOW to telepathically communicate with our off-planet warriors. I forgave myself for my mental wandering as I fully understood that even a spec of fear in my consciousness would be a strong message sent directly to the Dracs. As predators, they were experts at sensing fear.

I checked the controls on the ship one more time then went into a deep trance. I remembered to connect with the deep love being sent to me from my higher dimensional family and sent out a beacon of unconditional love. I knew that unconditional love resonated to the fifth dimension, which was beyond the awareness of the Draconians. Therefore, they could not intercept my message.

Before I made first contact with my people in the starship or off world, I saw a blueprint in my mind of a way to adapt the ship’s communication system to the fifth dimensional frequency. I then heard my father tell me that he was working on that before the attack. He even told me where he had hidden his plans in the ship.

I noted that location in my mind, then focused on the great feeling of love that I felt for all my Antarian family. It was not long before my higher consciousness heard, “Commander Malteese here. I am receiving your telepathic message on the carrier wave of unconditional love. Knowing that the Dracs cannot perceive this frequency, I am answering your call.”

I briefly told him all that had occurred and gave him my location. He was fully aware that it was not wise to communicate through our technology, as the Dracs might be able to intercept it. Therefore, he told me to hold my state of consciousness while he connected with the others on his mission.

Since I was within the NOW of the fifth dimension, I had no idea how long it was before he returned. I had put the ship on audio alert so that I would hear if there was any problems with the ship. Of course, the ship was flawless in its performance, thanks again to my Father.

I dared not search my mind for my Father now, as I had to maintain full contact with Commander Malteese. Also, I knew that the sadness of him not being with me could lower my consciousness. Instead, I focused on remembering all the “mind over matter” lessons I had learned while visiting my Father in the Temple.

My reverie was suddenly interrupted my Commander Malteese returning to our telepathic connection. “We are here,” he said. “I have gathered twelve others with whom we can communicate in this manner.”

I then projected my entire experience into the minds of the thirteen, while constantly reminding them that our connection would be lost if they experienced fear or sorrow. As trained warriors, they remained in a mental state of clarity, balance and non-reaction.

They took in all the information with the sole intention of rescuing our people. Soon a plan was formed, and I was to be their leader. I tried to tell them that I had only been an adult for a short while, but they all agreed that I had earned that title. Besides, I knew more than could be transmitted via telepathy.

Within my unconscious were the faces of the Dracs who had entered our home. Also, thinking we were all dead, I suddenly, with the assistance of our mind-link, remembered that they had discussed the location where they would take our people. My Draconian language ability was not exact, but as I shared what I knew, the others were able to assist with the proper translation.

We decided to meet on an M class planet close to the Drac’s destination, but far enough away to be safe for us to meet. We were greatly outnumbered. Hence, we would only have one chance to surprise the Dracs enough to rescue our people. We had to get it perfect the first time. Therefore, we needed to have a tight plan and work as ONE person.

To make matters more difficult, we knew we would need to act before our people were sent to different locations to serve as Draconian slaves. With that thought, our group suddenly felt two of the captured Antarians join in our communication.

Now we knew exactly where they were without every needing to consult our technology. This was excellent news as the Dracs were the most technologically advanced race in our quadrant.

Fortunately for us, everything that the Dracs could do with advanced technology,
we could achieve with our multidimensional, unity consciousness.

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