From Chapter 3. From Ancient Secrets to a Modern Entheogenic Breakthrough
A 40,000 Year Story, The Walk-Ins, An Aboriginal Corroboree, Pituri, Atlantis Restored, Entheogenic Shamanism, Poseidon’s Influence
In the rundown little cafe, the man put his didgeridoo aside and had started talking... except it wasn’t quite talking; it seemed to become more of a spoken chant as the words came pouring out.
At first it wasn’t clear, even to me, what he was talking about. When a couple of the elderly locals chimed in, however -- echoing and emphasizing certain names and phrases -- it became clear the man was reciting the oral history of his tribe, with all its bells and whistles.
He interspersed his recitation with some evocative blasts on his didg; as much to give his listeners time to absorb the complex knowledge he was imparting, as to collect his own thoughts before launching back into his narrative. It was really a superbly fluid and proficient display of storytelling on an epic scale -- as full and rich as Homer’s Iliad, as emotionally charged as The Odyssey, and yet many times longer… and a great deal more cosmic.
On and on it went with barely a pause. The audience was oddly attentive. It was as if each of them knew they were witnessing a rare and special event, and that they felt it was a privilege to be there.
The small cafe was crowded -- with additional arrivals standing at the back -- when the aborigine’s story started unfolding, hour after hour, to a rapt audience. Of particular interest to my ward was the didg player chanting on about the “star people from the Pleiades.” He told of these star people who would sometimes come down and occupy the body of one of their tribe, and then live alongside them.
What particularly surprised and amused my ward was the reason given for these star people coming here. He has never been completely sure he’d heard the words correctly, so now I can confirm for him that he got the gist of the story quite right.
He had pricked up his ears when he heard the aborigine chanting about the star people and the Pleiades, but he didn’t know what to make of it. It wasn’t a situation in which he could have interrupted the flow and ask his questions, so let me set his mind at rest.
The Pleiadeans hadn’t arrived in their silver ships this time -- or in their massive space arks, as they had when they’d evacuated the Lemurian survivors. No, these Pleiadeans came in their ones and twos and might be thought of as Walk-ins in contemporary terms, yet with a couple of key exceptions.
Walk-ins have always been used sparingly down through the centuries by various off-planet races with a concern for this world. I’m aware, as I am sure they are, that the Courts of Uversa are known to frown on the practice. If the Walk-in spiritual technology becomes overused it can easily threaten the evolutionary integrity of the planet in question.
I can’t speak for the Court, of course, but from what I’ve observed the legal beagles on Uversa must be prepared to overlook its usage if employed quietly and frugally. I have noticed, however, a certain increase in numbers of Walk-ins since the end of the Second World War, another indication that matters are reaching a head in this world.
Walk-ins, I should add, are not permitted to interfere in any substantial way with the natural social and technological advancement arc of the planet in question. Recently, I have observed that the Walk-ins my ward has come to know have most frequently been rebel angels, with a partially conscious awareness of their previous lifetime. These people generally experience themselves as Walk-ins, and yet on arriving here -- as holds true for all other incarnate angels on the planet -- they assume mortal identity.
Under normal circumstances, a Walk-in will take over the physical body of a human being when that person has used up the body, and is usually at the point of a premature death. The timing of this exchange would have been decided upon prior to their incarnation, and a contract which would serve both parties’ spiritual growth would have been agreed upon, as well.
A Walk-in’s life is never an easy one -- especially in the years it takes to assimilate and burn off the karma of the previous occupant. Their missions -- once they have walked-in -- will tend to be personal and redemptive, rather than public.
The star people that the aborigine was describing were rather different. They had no ambition but to relax into the ways and rhythms of the tribe. They were acknowledged for who they were, and greeted as such by the rest of the tribe. As the star people generally made it their practice to walk into a dying adolescent male, they grew up and were known to the tribe, occasionally even becoming the tribe’s shaman.
What Mein Host hadn’t been able to understand at the time was the reason given for the presence of these star people -- which had produced some laughter amongst the aboriginals in the crowded cafe. The star people liked to explain some version of having walked-in to reconnect with the natural life. They hailed from one of the more advanced, fifth-density, worlds within the Pleiades cluster; and the chant made it sound as if they’d come here on holiday. It was this idea of being here on a vacation that had drawn the sardonic laughter.
My ward said afterwards that he felt it was an unusual and expected privileged to have been there, and that he felt he was being let into something that made the Australian aboriginal conceptual framework even more significant and fascinating.
What the long, seven-hour narrative allowed Mein Host was an insight into a race of human beings that had somehow managed to retain traces of an oral history stretching back over 40,000 years.