In September of 1998, I received a letter from Florida that contained a personal reading from the entity Shen, who was working through Bobby at the time. In the letter, I was informed that I had two new entities within my vibration; a female entity named "Cerese" & a male entity named "Amondu". Shen explained that Amondu was an African Zulu who's passing occurred at an undisclosed time in history. He also volunteered that my new African friend was about six and a half feet tall and could be visualized as wearing "native" garb. Before moving on to other topics in the letter, Shen added that he could see these two entities as appearing at "opposite ends of the spectrum", and expanding on that by stating: "this will be good for keeping a balance between the physical and the spiritual". He went on to say that my two new entity friends were here to help me achieve "completion of my atom".
Eventually, I would attempt to blend them into my meditative practices, but I wasn't expecting this to be a rapid process. You see, at the time - and for several months beyond - I had been frequently distracted with finding "philosophically oriented," and "spiritually minded" people in order to have stimulating conversations and a more "physical" kind of social life. This didn't seem to be a far fetched idea when I set out. After all, when I was in my twenties, I had several friends that filled the ticket. But sadly, each one in their turn, eventually moved away and "lost touch," leaving me to infer that the necessity for conforming to a financially distracted society was the most culpable explanation.
Although I appreciated having so many disincarnate entities in my life, this was still not so satisfying as the hope for having physical souls around me too. So, in this period I pursued many avenues to surround me with human compassion, friendship, and interesting conversation - things that were sorely lacking in my life for over a decade. I tried the "lonely hearts" ads, joined with various organizations just to attend meetings and find anyone who might share the same metaphysical interests as I had. But all of it was to no avail.
In reflection, I admit that it would have been nice to have a "solid," and physical, friend (or two) to persist through the later days of my life. And by that, I mean; an "actual" friend - someone not to be confused with the more conventional term; "acquaintance". My acquaintances call upon me from time to time and ask how I'm doing, but I can tell in their hollow politeness that they really have no idea what to do with me, other than keeping tabs as to whether I'm still kicking or not.
My ideal of an actual friend, on the other hand, is defined by someone willing to invite me to participate in some aspect of their lives on a regular basis - if even on "infrequent" occasions ... But an anticipated invitation, nevertheless. I see "a friend" as being interested in sharing time with me just because they "know" me and aren't ashamed, confused, or too busy to acknowledge my particular brand of "savoir-faire" (or lack thereof). An actual friend would drum up a conversation by inquiring about me, my interests or my accomplishments from time to time, instead of speaking endlessly about them self, or their own. Not that I don't welcome these interludes in and of themselves. But then, I know that I've spent most of my earlier life looking for the perfect blend of sociable resources & heuristic exercise for such pursuits only to discover that my head was never really into the games that people played anyway.
Ultimately, there were no physical beings willing to share their time with me, so I turned once again to my spirit friends for the company I craved to have. This meant that I would have to return to another regular meditation regimen and leave my physical world disillusions behind.
This time, when I petitioned Andrew to find out more, and to tell me about "The House Of Noble" and my galaxy Keymo, his response was short; "God. You. And clean yourself up." He added that he could not help me with the "balancing of my physical health and my psychological well-being" if he were checking into that aspect of my soul. Then, as if in an effort to incapacitate my ego even further, he threw in the comment; "you should consider that you may not be as big a piece of it as you think you are." Before we were done, Andrew proclaimed, "After all; there is only one of me. Far better for you, in this regard, would be to call upon Amondu and Cerese."
So, while Andrew assisted with rituals and ceremonies intended to "clean me up", I had also begun to give attention to the most recent entities arriving in my vibration. Preliminary meditations included spending as much time as possible directing the universal energy into my psychic centers. The two most predominant chakras that I repeatedly focused upon were my throat center for "quieting self," and my head center for "opening" my third eye. As a result, I'd have to say that on July 4th of 1999, I had my first official moment of actually meeting the entity, Amondu. I felt that it was as much a good impression of "seeing him", as it was an overall "pleasant" experience just for being in his company.
In this particular meditation, Amondu had stepped (spiritually) into my visual field for the first time. I saw a very tall entity, very dark, and very dominating to my sight. I could only look upward from my meditation chair to his towering stature before making out any of his features. Although I could see Amondu rather well, I had trouble interpreting words that I knew he was trying to speak. Though I continued to listen to what seemed to be a very deep voice, thick, perhaps, with his native dialect, my first plan was for visualization and to solidify his appearance in my mind's eye. In this initial moment, I caught a very strong contrast between a brighter head band that he was wearing (which may have been a representation of animal teeth), and the predominantly darker complexion of his face. Even at that, his face wasn't clear enough for me to attempt a sketch. I could also distinguish what seemed to be a leopard skin drape of sorts. The spots and coloration were very distinct, but style and placement drifted in and out of focus. At times it was longer. In the next moment it would be shorter. And yet in another instant, it seemed to only cover his loin section.
Amondu's demeanor seemed to be patient even as I envisioned him peering down at me. His gaze left me with a first impression that he just wanted "to get down to business". By midway through this meditation, I could hear Amondu speak more clearly, and he indicated that he would get some information about the galaxy Keymo and relay this at a later date. He also told me that in order to develop my psychic eye, that I had been working towards it from one direction when I should be working from two. He told me that it was fine to meditate on my chakras in the technique where I consciously draw in cosmic energy to illuminate, open, and enlarge these centers, but that I should also give some attention to the "releasing" of my physicalness, as well.
On one hand, I felt that I knew what this sensation should be like. But on the other, I was not quite sure as to what the process entailed - this; "releasing" of my physicalness. All that I knew, was that it wouldn't be including any form of physical harm.
Before this hour long meditation came to an end, Amondu also commented on the making of my book; "Memoirs Of A Lord", but seemed perplexed as to how I would accomplish what I would be trying to do. I knew that his reference was to the variable moments of life where I included information from my physical aspect, while still being able to speak from the etheric angle; my "spiritual mind"; or meditative conclusions from other entities as well. I believe that his concern was with what would almost certainly have to come across to the reading public as some form of schizophrenia. After all, my goal of writing from the perspectives of Andrew, Lord Viskey, Amondu himself, or any other "competing" mental stimuli, would almost certainly come together as an endeavor of contrasting minds...
...Yet, why should there be contrast if spirit and mind work in unison ? Hmm ... Maybe I understand "releasing my physicalness" better than I think I do ... I Guess time will tell.