In January of the new millennium, my meditations brought Andrew, Cerese and Amondu into my thoughts with a pronounced improvement of clairaudience. I was told that on the matter of evolving my soul further, I should be exerting more influence in Heaven as the Lord that I am. Among the first suggestions given as to how this could be approached, it was recommended that I make a calendar of all the Heavenly celebrations that I could find out about. The premise being that with this knowledge, I might be better prepared to remember soul flights of particular or peculiar circumstances occurring on or around these dates. The proposal, of course, was just one exercise that was intended to improve my rapport with Heaven.
However, the second suggestion given by Amondu almost instantly became the more intriguing option, as it was looked upon as a challenge in creating architectural art. The endeavor would also be somewhat easier to accomplish, simply because there were physical materials around that I could work with. He told me that I should consider making a landing platform out in my garden - "one that could accommodate 'extraterrestrial souls' who would be coming to visit, some day".
Now, the reader might find such a comment as that to be utterly ridiculous, and that's fine. For most individuals of the earth plane who are still attached to their flesh, I presume that it typically would be. Be that as it may, I still can't see this as something for the disbeliever to go on a holy crusade against though. Nine times out of ten, any extraterrestrial visiting would likely be doing so in an "interdimensional" sense, if for no other reason than to deflect attention from those of us who are not associated with their intended reasons for visiting. As a far more benign "perceptual" alternative, my sculptural undertaking could just as easily be seen as a functional climbing rose trellis and garden conversation piece, innocuous in its ability to accent a particular mood and serenity that we should all be striving for in the first place.
As far as I and my consorts go, ever since I was first aware of them working with me, our attentions have been on enlightening my soul, expanding my relationship with spirit, and strengthening my magnet for getting back to my eternal home. In every case, very little has anything to do with how I might be perceived by other human eyes, or how best to respond to rigid intersocial preconceptions. After all, this is just another excerpt from my memoirs that I choose to share with you as I traverse the path for my ultimate goal of colliding Byron's soul with Lord Viskey's spirit. Far be it from me to get too wrapped up in this baffling place of conflicting selfish interests and temporal delusions that a soul cannot possibly profit from.
It was on the nineteenth of this relatively milder January night, that I had an exceptionally strong experience in my garden while taking a stroll after midnight (just after coming home from work). I wasn't prepared for the sensations that swept over me at the time, but I was quick to accept them into my soul once I understood that they were quite phenomenal upon my being. It all began while I was wandering around what I had been calling my "Tea House Garden" area. The name being given - by a stretch of my imagination - to the flower beds encircling a gazebo that I had built a few years back. I was contemplating some spring time flower planting on this night when I realized that I had become quite light headed and dizzy for no apparent reason. The sensation was peculiar in that it didn't seem to matter where I moved to or stood in the near proximity of my gazebo and fish pond. The dizziness was upon me only in the "northeast" areas of my back yard, though I only moved away briefly to test my conclusion. In returning to the area of my gazebo, the frozen ground beneath my feet felt like foam rubber, accentuating the sense of vertigo which I could not shake. I convinced myself to get used to it, else I would certainly loose my balance completely, and actually fall over onto the cold ground.
It didn't take me long to realize that I had become witness to an extraordinary vibrational change that was going on in my otherwise, quite dormant winter gardenscape. For awhile, I let myself be immersed in the sensations sweeping through me for they reminded me of earlier days during the construction of my cosmic sanctuary on Therra. As I stood in my garden here on earth and oblivious to the chill of this January night air, I entertained the notion that the feeling also had to be similar to what Eddie must have experienced in the early days of his vibrational attunement to his own private, "Garden of My Father" (see his writings in Library 4).
So, for the next fifteen years, I trusted that with prolonged attention to my own backyard, it was possible to at least "parallel" the efforts of my psychic friends from Florida (without, of course, the commerce angle of the venture). Being the last physically manifest individual of our inspirational little group now, has provided ample occasion for me to work on this "new" spiritual direction. Even though every day is still quite sluggish moving through chronological time, this project was expected to add another dimension to my own sense of accomplishment. I was later inspired with thoughts of purposing this very environment for duties of improving a corridor between heaven and earth as per the arrangements that Lord Kundie had set up prior to his departure in 1989.
For several more years, I remained preoccupied with the various galaxy lords that Kundie had known, their spirit ship requirements, and the statuary of my own little garden. Ultimately, all these considerations ended up motivating me to revisit thoughts of what was supposed to be my own "inter dimensional" vehicle. The devoted reader would know that I am speaking about "Whiplash", the neglected little craft that had been resting in the hidden dimensions of Belmont park ever since I was nine years old (see : "In Need Of The Key"). Suddenly, all things began to coalesce as I reflected on Whiplash and the dramatic landscape changes that physical man had been making on the little niche that was "once my own" in the midst of the Belmont community.
(A brief history : Over the decades, I became increasingly disturbed that the industry of education had been slowly but methodically eradicating what was once my "hillside hideaway" for the sake of school expansion and student population. It was a day of great disappointment when I finally discovered that the once familiar "framing" landscape of several majestic evergreens and a retaining wall (which had been in place between the early 1980's and the late 1990's) were completely destroyed and removed in order to extend the school's structure downhill from its original location at the corner of 14th and Judson).
It was in this same period of time that I decided to move my little craft from all the "jostling" of an ever growing population in Belmont to my quiet little acreage in rural Nebraska. Now, as I "bide my time" in this earth plane, it seems that everything has become suitable since the spirit of inspiration has compelled me to entrench myself with such an important utilization for my garden. With the connection between my own spirit ship to the rest of Kundie's fleet, all the galaxy Lords of Heaven, and the practical aspects of their "coming and going," it became clear that I just needed to keep the vibration high so as to make its use practicable.
In June of 2013, I christened the garden with its name. From this season forward, my back yard sanctuary was going to remain in reverence as the "Garden of the Galaxies". My plan included holding it in the highest esteem and to persist at working on its vibration in the hope that it could be viewed in similar majesty as Kundie and Shen's "Garden of Souls" had been while they lived their "later" days of physical manifestation in Lakeland, Florida.