By September 26, 2015, my garden vibration was at a very high level. So, in taking advantage of the ambiance, I spent the evening toasting my entity friends with music in the background and beverage in hand. With my whole astral-earthly entourage present, I had drifted into a night of visualization that originated from the inner-sanctum of my garden area.
A very nearly full moon had risen bright and beautiful in the evening twilight, and it washed our "Galaxies Garden" with a magical light all night long. As the evening grew late and the partially mature "Harvest" moon climbed into the night sky, a special visitor arrived from Aurese, silently gliding in and coming to a stop atop my spirit ship platform. The visit was unique in that his name registered as Toko-Hemo, and that he was here to help stabilize my garden as a conduit to higher vibrations for purposes I had yet to understand.
I recognized the ship's form to be what I would describe as "teardrop ovoid". Slightly larger in size to the dimensions of "Whiplash", but not even close to the bloated largess of Alycia's "Light Flash." Though Toko-Hemo's craft was broader than it was tall, unlike Whiplash - whose shape is "blockier" - this one appeared to be broad only towards its front and middle, and tapered ever-so-slightly to a narrower back end. Another similarity to my own craft (such as what I realized on that day in my youth of discovering it), Toko-Hemo's vehicle carried a weird "glassy" transparency to it - as if some form of stealth mode was only "half way" activated. This "astral visibility" was certainly the only way that I could have associated it to being on the platform at all. There was no weight to its mass - at least in physical terminology.
Toko-Hemo himself, appeared to be quite tall and thin. His emergence was first noticed in my lawn at the base and center between the units of my "tripod" trellis. As he came into better view, I noticed that he was wearing a long bluish-silvery robe. It was quite sleek looking, as if there were no unnecessary fiber or weave to its design. He had a hood that was pulled up making it impossible to recognize any facial features at all, save for the long dark beard that fell out from its opening. The beard reached halfway down his breast area, and by the nature of revealing the beard at all, indicated (to me) his association with official council business from the "House Of Noble."
He tells me that he came to help with my vibration, and after a few cordialities, requested that I join with him at the platform, beneath his spirit ship. At this time I was informed that its name was "Moonbeam," and that we were supposed to perform an energy building ritual for the platform before the next lunar eclipse. What I experienced after that moment follows:
I stood at the west side "gateway" of the three trellis units, well beneath the belly of Toko-Hemo's spirit ship. In knowing it to be well above my head, my focus was on facing the rising moon, which had risen to perhaps ten or twelve degrees above the horizon. I was told to envision the path of sunlight that was currently radiating from the approximate opposite angle (beyond and beneath the horizon behind us). The light arrives like a ray. The ray bounces off the moon and shines on the ship. From his ship, a blue light is pouring down to the ground, and it behaves like a tubular stream of fire "falling" instead of rising as one might expect. This tube of blue fire is at first, round and thin, encircling the immediate area between the three legs of my sculpture. But in a few moments, it increases in width as I stand there in the moonlight.
Toko-Hemo beckons for me to step within what now appears as a circular wall of fire. I oblige, and as I do so, I proclaim : "I am with God". Now, within the circle of blue fire, I can see it as a hollow column of light that, due to "Moonbeam's" transparent nature seems to be originating from beyond its mass, and even beyond its height. The "silver" energy looks like it organizes in the luminosity of our earthly satellite, and is somehow channeled into the bulk of the spirit ship. From its body, the light begins its transformation into the more local "silvery-blue" that I am awash with. I begin to visualize this ring expanding outward, and it continues to do so. In a moment it exceeds the width of Moonbeam which sits quietly perched over our heads.
I feel the energy flowing strong. I am immersed in the light. But it seems as if the flow is like that which courses out from a faucet - that if I don't "collect" it somehow, its energy may be wasted. I raise my left arm to the sky, and my right hand gets placed upon my breast and partially over my heart. Suddenly, I can see the blue wall starting to get more active. Its energy becomes more intense. Lightning begins to flash in the proximity of this ever growing wall. It seems to be flashing both inside and out, making the "barrier" hard to accurately locate. The lightning reaches me, though it doesn't seem to distinguish my out facing left palm from the rest of my body. I feel the charges gathering inside me, though my arms seem to behave as the conduit.
The energy is guided into my heart area, through the contact of my right hand. My body begins to glow white and bluish white. The light from my heart moves down to my solar plexus, gathering for only a moment before it bursts out and above me in another column. This column is silvery white, and I envision it as shooting up to the farthest reaches of heaven. In the moment that I've expected this white light to make contact with the power of Divinity, it begins to spin in a clockwise fashion. I am looking upward, through the spirit ship into the night sky.
Now that it is spinning, I feel as if I am in the middle of a tornadic vortex. The column of spinning white light widens out from my body until it encompasses the entire landing pad. Then, the Garden of the Galaxies itself. In another moment, it engulfs the house and it still is seen to be increasing in size. The vision is completed when this spinning white vortex encompasses the entire seven acre volume of my property.
At this time, Toko-Hemo brings his arms to the front in a position of prayer and requests that I do the same. He assures me that he is satisfied with the outcome of our efforts. He says some words about "fixing" this column in place, so that it remains as a protective, elevated vibration.
We end the ritual, and return to my gazebo to rest. It was then that Toko-Hemo revealed to me his planned usage for my "Garden of the Galaxies". Our ritual was meant to generate a beacon to the souls who are "finally ready to return to heaven without further hesitation". I translated his comment as a reference to those who were considered as being "earthbound" souls, but had finally realized that their reign as physical creatures had come to an end. For those whom have died without really knowing what had happened to them, who may have "missed their boat" the first time around, or were simply not prepared to leave the familiarity of physicalness perhaps, the "Garden Of The Galaxies" is an instrument that can draw them in. From here, members of Lord Viskey's consulate make regular trips between the earth plane and the Heavenly galaxy that I am most familiar with, dropping off travelers and helping them to relocate to environs most suitable to the vibration they are composed of.