Expanded Understanding

Allow us to expand on your experiences yesterday while riding the Magic Bike.* To those not acquainted with the Great Rotunda, the spinning field of energy that you entered was its exterior, existing within everyone’s consciousness. As well, it exists on matter’s periphery when focusing belief from a point of humility.

Its exterior field is comprised of the twelve main doors to Higher Consciousness, allowing those with attainment to enter. Stepping through the veil is tricky. Most feel unqualified—their sense of unworthiness. The key is to cast off doubt and fear and surrender one’s carnal will so one’s light body resonates with that of the field.

When stepping through, a surge of protective energy encases your entire being. Once inside, you are greeted by those who’ve been your guides since before birth. If unacquainted with the Rotunda’s protocol, after entering, you must wait patiently on a bench along the hall’s interior circumference for a spiritual instructor to arrive.

On another matter, allow us to clarify your vision of the holographic assembly of world leaders. Numbering in the tens of thousands, these individuals, range hierarchically from those with highest attainment to those on the lowest rung of the astral plane, we make every attempt to influence each one’s higher nature.

Any leader having influence over others is included in our meditation. In direct contact with us is a trine of spiritual masters: Aung San Suu Kyi, the Dali Lama, and a behind-the-scenes peacemaker sent when it was determined that the world’s democratic leadership was entering a prolonged period of astrological difficulty.

Regarding the exclusion of souls in the coming age: Not everyone from this point on passing from the screen of life will be accepted back into the fold of the collective consciousness. Biblically speaking, Their day is done. There are those so despicable that the spark animating their evolution is exhausted and to dust they must return.

Rising to the Aquarian age will take steady hands and hearts to bring Earth through her dense layers of karmic debris. Souls who’ve repeatedly refused to buckle their seat belts and follow cosmic law have lost the opportunity to be embraced by those who have diligently honed their souls. For their sake, some must be left behind.

*The Magic Bike

Then there’s the Magic Bike. In reality it’s an older Schwinn stationary bike I use for cardiovascular workouts at the Firehall Fitness Center in Livingston. A useful invention that effectively relieves my stress for forty-eight hours. However, it’s no ordinary machine. About three quarters into a sixty minute workout I’m able to leave my body and breech the thin membrane that separates the third dimension from etheric realms.

Prior to mounting the bike I swab the handlebars and seat with disinfectant, then I program the digital settings for my age and weight. And though it took much effort to build up my endurance, I time each workout for sixty minutes—not a minute less—at a grade level equivalent to riding a mountain bike up a steep hill. And because three wall-mounted televisions across the room can be a distraction, I remove my rimless glasses, and adjust my headphones to listen to Celtic strains of Loreena McKennett or the chants of the Cistercian monks of Austria. Then I pedal—and pedal hard.

After twenty minutes beads of salty sweat begin to sting my eyes. Nearing fifty minutes, endorphins course through my brain inducing runner's high. Soon I’m on the Other Side where I'm able to telepathically communicate with spiritual beings, visit old neighborhoods, pour over Akashic records, and at times, participate in ceremonial initiations—all the while burning off six hundred calories.