The Zul Enigma (34 page)

‘You still haven’t told
me what it’s like in your density.’

Astraea grinned. ‘You
already know you lose your body, right? Well, you also lose the power of
speech, mind you that’s pretty obvious, you can’t talk if you haven’t got a
mouth,’ she giggled and in spite of himself Carlos smiled. Part goddess, part
child – not at all how he imagined a fourth density being would behave.
‘So we communicate with thoughts. That takes a bit of getting used to. Your
mind being so transparent,’ and she gave Carlos a pointed look.

‘I can imagine,’ he
muttered.

‘What do we strive
towards?’ she tipped her head to one side. ‘Well, like you humans we’re still
trying to increase our level of selflessness and are learning how to interpret
the effects of our free will, what you humans call “karma”.

‘Getting used to a
blended consciousness, that’s weird. We’re supposed to focus on losing our egos
and improving our group mentality, but it’s difficult trying to lose the “I”
and focus on the “we”. Although we’re not the separate entities we used to be
in third density, individual differences still exist. Each entity has its own
personality, its own “spirit print” if you like, which is harmonised by the
group. It’s really hard to explain in your words.’

‘But where do you live?
What planet?’

‘Oh, Carlos! Only first,
second and third density entities manifest on planets in the physical realm.
They’re the only ones locked into material existences.’

‘I see,’ Carlos said and
Astraea smiled, making him feel awkward because he knew that she knew he didn’t
really see at all. She unsettled him, made him feel stuffy and stiff. It
antagonised him. Even so, he found her vitality disarming.

She leaned forward.
‘Carlos, have you ever had that special feeling?’ Her eyes narrowed and seared
right through to the back of his head.

He frowned. ‘What do you
mean?’ His guard was up. He was anxious this might be the lead in to another
embarrassing joke.

‘It’s hard to describe.
You know – that special feeling – you get it when you feel
confident, strong, in control. When you know that anything you do will be the
best it could possibly be.’

‘I don’t understand.’

‘Have you ever felt like
you can do nothing wrong – physically or mentally? Even just felt it for
a little while?’

He shrugged. ‘Once,
perhaps, when I was driving a car alone at night on winding roads in the
Pyrenees. I drove so fast and so smooth, hey, I couldn’t have driven that car
any faster if I’d tried. No one could. It felt like the car, the road and me
were all one. Is that what you mean?’

Astraea clapped her
hands. ‘That’s it. That’s exactly it,’ she said. ‘Sometimes when you humans
play sport, or walk, or run, when you’re absorbed in the moment and your mind’s
focused, you enter a state where your level of energy vibration is raised and
you feel more highly attuned.’

‘Is that what it’s like
in the fourth density?’ he asked.

‘Partly.’

‘It’s hard to imagine.’

‘Of course it is! You
have to make the next evolutionary shift before you can understand any more.’
She paused an instant before continuing. ‘Gradual growth followed by a quantum
leap to the next level is the journey towards a united conscious understanding.
And now it’s time for you to help your planet make that shift.’

It aggravated Carlos
being reminded of his impossible task. ‘That’s all good except there’s nothing
I can do. Perhaps you don’t know yet but I’ll be locked in a mental hospital by
this time tomorrow.’

‘Zul told you to believe
– in Zul and in yourself.’

‘Believe! Find a way! Is
that all you can ever say?’

‘Why are you angry?’

‘Everything you say is
so vague. Why not tell me something I want to know – like how I can talk
to Zul again?’

Astraea tilted her head.
She smiled and wrinkled her soft, smooth brow. ‘Oh Carlos,’ she sighed, ‘it’s
not for you to tell Zul how and when to manifest.’

He closed his eyes and
blew out a sigh. He sounded like a deflating balloon. ‘So what’s this
information you have for me?’ he asked in a weary voice.

‘It’s about the
resettlement programme.’

‘What resettlement
programme?’

‘Resettlement of you
third density humans to your new third density home.’

‘I don’t understand.’

‘Zul told you you’re at
third density vibration, right?’

‘
Sí
.’

‘Well, even if your
mission’s successful, it’s unlikely you’ll make the evolutionary shift with the
rest of your galaxy… in which case, what do you think will happen to you and
all the other humans locked in the material third density?’

‘I asked Zul that very
question, but he didn’t answer.’

‘Don’t be cross with
Zul. That’s what I’m here to tell you.’

‘So… what will happen?’

The image of Astraea
leaned forward. ‘Pretend you live in a next-door galaxy and that you can look
at this one through a special telescope. Imagine that while you’re looking at
it, it suddenly disappears.’

‘Disappears?’

‘Yes, the whole galaxy
just vanishes.’

‘What do you mean,
vanishes?’

‘You know fourth density
vibration manifests as consciousness – that it can’t manifest as matter
unless, like I’m doing now, it’s consciously put out of phase?’ Carlos nodded.
‘So when the time comes and all the humans at fourth density vibration,
together with your entire galaxy make their evolutionary shift, they’ll no
longer exist in the physical world. It will be as if the galaxy was sucked into
what you humans call a black hole.’

And Carlos remembered
how years before physicists using Einstein’s equations investigated the
properties of a black hole’s core and revealed, tenuously it was true, that it
may
house a gateway to another universe. Although a more recent model had shut
down that possibility, he began to wonder if there was something in the old
theory after all.

 
‘You make it sound so simple,’ and he
shook his head. ‘But what happens to the people still in the third density?’

‘All third density
consciousness and physical manifestations will slip into a parallel universe
and reappear on a third density planet that is
identical
to your Earth.’

‘My God!’ Carlos said.
It looked like those old physicists were right after all.

‘And someone,’ she
tipped her head towards Carlos, ‘will need to be in charge of the resettlement
programme. Why are you looking at me like that?’

Carlos smacked his hand
on the table. ‘In charge? Zul never said anything about that.’

‘That’s why I’m here,’
she replied, bathing him in her brilliant smile. But this time it angered
Carlos. He jumped up and flung his arms in the air.

 
‘This is too much. What
are
you
talking about? You’re not real, are you?’ then he slumped back down on his
chair, dropping his head in his hands.

‘Carlos,’ she whispered,
her eyes shining.

He looked up. Her
immaculate beauty stirred him. Her eyes held his, intense, imploring. ‘You have
a fantastic opportunity. Use it to help your fellow humans.’

‘Why should I?’

‘Why are you so angry?’
Her bottom lip quivered. He shifted in his chair. She gave a shrug and tears
shone in her eyes like stars. ‘I just want to help you, to help all you third
density humans. Don’t
you
want to help them too?’

‘I… it’s all too crazy.
Jesus, Astraea! What you’re saying sounds like horrible New Age…’ he hesitated,
‘… New Age bullshit.’

She stood up, shaking
her head. ‘It’s hard for you to take in. I understand.’

‘It’s a nightmare,’ he
mumbled. ‘If only you could give me something in my hand that proved Zul and
you are real.’

‘Like what?’ Astraea
asked. ‘You know neither of us comes from a material density.’

‘For Christ’s sake…’ but
Carlos bit back the rest of his words and shook his head instead. ‘You… Zul…
what you say, it’s so…’ he scrunched up his eyes. ‘On one level it makes sense,
but on the other…’ his unfinished sentence hung in the air between them and
Astraea reached out to grab it and build a bridge.

 
‘On the spiritual level it makes sense,’
she said, leaning forward arms outstretched, ‘but on your third density level
– the materialistic level – it sounds crazy?’

He looked at her. ‘
¡Exacto!
’

‘Well, of course! And
that’s why I’m here – I’m closer to you – to your vibration. I can
relate better to you than Zul can.’ She stared deep into his eyes. ‘I can help
you understand. You must believe me. Your spirituality, your consciousness,
your vibrating energy – they are all real. Love is real. Selflessness is
real. Unity is real. It is everything else that’s the illusion.’

Carlos stared at his
hands resting on his knees. His heart was racing. This was crazy. Was he
imagining Astraea? Was he imagining this whole conversation?

He closed and reopened
his eyes. She was still there, large as life, leaning towards him, waiting for
him to speak. He took a deep breath to try and control the anger that was
surging inside him threatening to overflow. ‘Okay. Okay. Tell me about the
resettlement.’

Astraea sat back down
and stared past Carlos in his trance-like state. ‘If your galaxy successfully
completes its evolutionary shift from third to fourth density it will
experience the effect, in your terminology, of being sucked into a black hole.
This event will set off a chain of inexorable reactions, one of which will be
to focus the frequency of all energy vibrating closest to fourth density as
pure consciousness, resulting in the loss of physical form while all humans,
animals, birds, fish, insects, waterways, mountains… everything physical on
your planet focused at a lower density vibration will manifest in a parallel
universe.’

‘How do you expect me to
believe that?’ Carlos snorted.

‘You know that the
physical make up of your microscopic pulsating light strings, what you call
photons, are trapped inside the three dimensions of space you humans are
familiar with. All these microscopic strings are attached to what you call a
brane and cannot leave it. This is why you cannot “see” outside the brane in
which you exist. Due to a reaction caused by the evolutionary shift, all
residual third density energy, let’s call this nuvo energy, will for an
instant, change its frequency to that of a graviton…’

‘Jesus!’ Carlos said,
‘and because gravitons vibrate as closed strings and aren’t attached to the
brane they’re inside, they’re not trapped by it. Are you saying they’re free to
move from one brane universe to another?’

‘Yes.’ Astraea said.
‘The nuvo energy vibrating at graviton frequency will slip through the boundary
of its current brane universe into a parallel three-dimensional brane universe,
where it will revert to third density energy vibrating in identical dimensions
as before and reconstruct as a facsimile of your former planet Earth with
everything on it.’

‘Christ!’ Carlos said,
shaking his head. ‘I don’t believe it.’

Astraea smiled. ‘Believe
it! That’s how third density humans will have a continued opportunity to
increase their level of selflessness on the reconstructed Earth. As a result of
what you and the other humans will have witnessed, as well as your own improved
understanding and spiritual development, you can encourage everybody to live
selflessly – motivate them to uplift the level of their vibration as a
model for their descendents to follow. Later, if
all
human consciousness
vibrates nearest to the fourth density, it will lift everything focused in
lower density vibrations so that
everyone
and
everything
,
including your Earth, can successfully evolve as pure consciousness to the
fourth density when the next opportunity arises.’

Astraea pushed her hair
back over her shoulders.

‘This… new…
reconstructed planet… what will it be like? What will our lives be like there?’

‘They’ll continue as
before. You’ll have your memories and your possessions and you’ll have your same
free will to create a worse or a better future.’

‘I still can’t get what
happens to the people who evolve. You say they’ll disappear?’

‘From third density
existence, yes.’

‘But that means some
children will evolve to the next density without their parents, or one partner
could evolve without the other? Families will be split up.’

‘Not so many children
will evolve without their parents, or the other way around. Think about the
families you know. Due to genetics and upbringing, nature and nurture, they
more often share the same base values, the same level of selflessness. Even
some large communities that share similar values will evolve or be left behind
as groups.’

‘But how about the ones
that
are
different? The couples that live together when they
don’t
share the same values? There are some – many! Children who don’t share
their parents’ values. There must be hundreds, thousands, millions.’