THE GATHERING: A TRUE STORY

From afar, Earth's Universe pulsed like an open wound. Like a cancerous cell, its influence was spreading to the life forms around it. It was 1947 there on Earth. Here, on Questar, it was no-time. It was existence in its all. Overseers came and went and discussions were many. A decision had to made. Divine intervention was decided upon. It was understood that it would take over a thousand years to complete the mission. But left undone, the society of Earth would annihilate itself and all other life in its vicinity.

"Make them aware," was the murmur among the Masters.

"Indeed," solemn voices agreed.

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Questar's two moons glistened silently in the soft, indigo night. The slim finger of the silvery stream that separated the path from the forested area on the other side reflected the light of the northernmost moon. The beauty didn't go unnoticed by those who were walking by, slowly moving toward the final meeting that would be held before the mission on Earth would begin.

This was the final meeting of the Elders. The meetings and conferences that would follow would iron out all of the details for those who had volunteered to populate the mission. There would be six million volunteers from Questar Universe alone. The numbers from other areas of existence would not influence the task the Questarians had set for themselves.

The details would take months, possibly years, to decide upon. The task would unfold in phases, various groups of souls taking their places on Earth at predetermined times, like waves pouring onto a shore, slowly changing the shoreline as its influence altered that which once seemed permanent.

The first point had been decided upon long ago. The souls who would volunteer for the mission must be those who had no interest in playing a karmic role there on Earth. For karma, as we know, perpetuates an imbalance, even as it works to correct an imbalance.

The second point was more difficult than the first. The volunteers must be the strongest of the strong, able to resist the threads of illusion that had been spun like thick yarn around the planet. Holding onto the soul's truth under the onslaught of the emotional illusions that currently played upon Earth would be no easy task. In addition to that, the volunteers must be strong enough to overcome the ridicule and challenge of those who did not want the illusions to change, the truths to be known.

The last of the Elders to step out of the cool evening air into the vast, crystalline meeting area was Rastasia. (pronounced: rah-stach-ea) Rarely seen outside of her dwelling, the others fell into a hush that felt like reverence. Metatron separated himself from the small group he had been conversing with and stepped to her side. Much taller than she, he gazed down at the woman he revered, adoration plain on his face. She was the Most Ancient. And at barely five feet tall, her elegance and wisdom reached far, far beyond the field of her physical influence.

He noticed immediately that she was paler than usual, her manner seeming to be troubled, which was highly unusual. As she touched his arm, he was inundated with such a vast flood of pure love that he himself trembled. For an instant they stared into each other's eyes with the clearest of understanding, these two friends who had shared the history of existence together, often side by side. Rastasia nodded slightly and the two of them turned to greet the others.

Later that night, Metatron stood silently looking out over the vast pasture of night's meadow, his hands clasped lightly behind his back, his thoughts far, far away. The news of Rastasia's decision to take part in the physical presence upon Earth troubled him greatly. However, he knew that no one, himself included, had the influence to change her decision. Tomorrow the six million would begin to gather, Rastasia among them. The mission would begin.

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Common threads of energy connected the six million souls. Each of them had, at one time or another throughout history, known the others. Many of them had been on missions together in the past. But this mission was different. To inspire radical change within an entire universe was something most of them had never attempted before. But each of them realized that they would not have been chosen had they not been found capable.


The first wave of volunteers was gathered, each of them intense and focused, anxious to learn more from those who had designed the mission. Metatron, as overseer of the mission, was seen walking slowly toward the large group. One by one, the group members fell into silence, knowing that now was the time for them to learn more about the part each of them would play in the healing of Earth's energy.

They were many and, due to their number, the gathering was being held in the meadow beyond the cluster of low hills that bordered the stream. The crisp white of the distandia trees against the rich burgundy of the wild grasses made a dramatic setting. Metatron stopped upon the low rise of the small hill overlooking the meadow and gazed knowingly around at those gathered.

With a slight wave of his hands, he formed the glistening shape of his geometric trademark, the diamond. The crystalline diamond hovered in the air beside him, casting the reflected light of the pale blue sunrays through the crowd as it gently swayed. "This is what you won't want to forget," he advised. "The energetic overlay of the diamond grid over the current energy grid upon Earth is your primary task. The next wave of volunteers will follow up on the foundation you build. You'll be building both horizontally and vertically. Remember that you are not there to overwhelm or overpower. You are there simply to lay the foundation of a higher frequency grid for the purpose of providing a platform that can be built upon.

"The frequency of this particular geometric shape, as you know, is capable of not only breaking down, but healing and transmuting, the dense layers of chaos surrounding Earth. In addition, it serves as a building block, if you will, for higher frequencies. It's ability to contain, with integrity, the energy of pure intention, is unequalled. Which is precisely why it's been chosen as the primary tool for this intervention."He paused, studying many of the faces individually.

"When your particular part of the mission is complete, you'll exit Earth's energy via this 'vehicle.' Your souls will be well served by the task you're about to undertake. This is not a sacrificial lamb type of situation, though it may feel like it once you arrive there. This is not a task of martyrdom either, though, again, it may feel like. This is a task of love. You see an inconsistency in the vibration of love within the body of love/existence and you desire to heal that inconsistency back into divine alignment. It's that simple. The key, the one thing you cannot forget, is that if you are there to heal the energy back to the vibration of love, you must yourself consistently be the vibration of love."He gestured toward the crystalline diamond still hovering beside him in mid-air. The diamond, as though it were consciously aware of his thoughts, responded by spinning clockwise slowly.

"One of the key things to remember is that the energy of divine alignment spins clockwise." He stopped and looked at several puzzled faces. "It's a term they use on Earth. The reality of Earth is such that it is monitored and calibrated to a thing that is called 'time.' Some of you probably remember. At any rate, the thing that calibrates time is what is called a 'clock.' The clock turns in a direction that is referred to as 'clockwise.'" He smiled slightly at the few who still seemed puzzled. "You'll understand when you get there. For now, simply tuck this information into your energy field. The movement of divine alignment is clockwise. The sacred geometrical shape of this diamond will assist you in realigning energies so that they fall back into the clockwise movement. When you encounter an energy field that appears to be chaotic, simply mind-create the energy of this diamond, place it around the energy field, and allow it to transmute what it can."

Sensing a movement on his right, he turned and gazed into the distance. Rastasia was walking slowly toward the crystalline structure that he called 'home.' Turning back to the group, he wished them well, knowing that the assigned leaders would lead them from this point forward. Turning away, he walked slowly, thoughtfully, to meet his most ancient friend. He imagined, rightly so, that she would have much to discuss with him.