Agartha Emerald Meditation
Meeting the Agarthans through Emerald meditation was one of the most emotional moments in my life.
I remember when I was extremely distressed twelve years ago, a soft, gentle, instrumental music which I had never heard before in my life appeared in my mind after I called upon Ashtar. It soothed my soul in pain. That was probably the reason why I could keep this up for twelve years. After that, extraterrestrials’ presence was not significant until the year 2020.
I tried Emerald meditation a few times before, the visions formed had been blurry. Silhouette of Agarthans would appear, they would greet me, and I would happily greet them, end of story. This had been how it went so far until the last Emerald meditation.
People’s reaction to the Emerald meditation had been positive. The Agarthans were wary of us, due to Lurker infection, but overall cheerful. They would bring fruits to entertain guests, dance together, excitingly wave to and hug people. There are many factions of Agarthans, some of them looked like elves, and some of them looked exactly like us, the surface population.
If I were to describe them, their bodies would be God & Goddess-given, and their heart are pure.
My last Emerald meditation had shaken my soul to the core.
It went as followed:
As I swam across a green lake, everything was under a veil of a fog. I could hardly see anyone’s faces. But senses told me it was a gathering of many factions of Agarthans and possibly extraterrestrials.
How did they appear here? Were they spiritual maya of their mind projections? Thoughts quickly flew by, and my mind became hooked onto the scene, energetically it was impossible to quit. None of them said anything this time, they remained in solemn silence.
Against a brilliant white light, a being came to me – I could not possibly see the face, but the energy told me she was quite feminine in nature. There was no word nor thought from her either. She quietly held my hands in hers, fingers crossed, raised both arms straight left to her shoulder level. One palm of hers pat on my back.
She was standing atop a staircase, and her forehead touched mine. I could see that she had long, silky black hair, but I still could not see any of their faces. I knew they were looking at me, yet they refused to speak.
A moment of silence felt like an eternity. I felt uneasy.
“What were you doing?” I asked. If I could speak, my throat would have constricted my voice. I didn’t know why tears suddenly welled up. That was an emotion of immense sorrow and sadness pouring out of nowhere. It had hit me hard like a rock. Was it belonging to the spectators, or was it mine, or was it the person standing right next to me? I could not ascertain.
Tears were streaming down uncontrollably, this was physical. I really tried hard not to make a voice, not to make anyone notice it.
“We are sorry for what you’ve gone through,” the being in front of me said, as if she was reading my memories.
Too many things I wanted to utter, too many memories were at the flood gate, but they were blocked. No coherent thoughts manifested, only a stream of flashes. Was I even lamenting? The torrent of consciousness surged and swirled.
She gently pushed me with the tip of her index finger attached with a shining golden leaf. It entered my mental body.
“Go.” Her voice reverberated. I felt that they were looking at me while sending me off.
Against my will, my mental body flew away from the lakeside, through the tunnel, staircase. I tried reaching out to them with my imaginary hands, driven by an inexplicable yearning that surged from the very core of my being. Every fiber of me longed to stand before them, yet my mental body soared through the void at a relentless pace. Distance between us only grew, leaving me adrift and eventually falling back into my physical body.
It was impossible to control the overflowing sadness for the next twenty minutes. Participants of the workshop shared their sweet encounters with Agarthans. In contrast, I had become null and dull.
I had to question myself as to why I was not able to recall anything from the depth of my memories? Had something I cherished dearly once become nothing but a reflection of memories?
They encouraged me to share it in the workshop, but I refused for obvious reasons. At that point, I was so down and required time to recompose from a fragmented state. I didn’t know what happened and couldn't bother to find an answer to that.
Dragons!
After the workshop, I met with a member of Red Dragon. The area he has lived in for decades nestles within the verdant embrace of mountain ranges, meandering river, lush with foliage. The location is far from the clutches of the Matrix Society. A great degree of effort was spent to reach that remote location (Special thanks to the Lightworker who facilitated this).
We were at the center of the ancient Mu civilization. I could hear a faint calling from Atlantis and Lemuria, but Mu was always dormant. Anyways, here was one of the places where loosh was replenishing all the time.
As my eyes were set on him, I immediately noticed his energy pattern was untainted by society, unique and powerful. It was hard to describe, but it was in “motion”. A rare attribute not seen in most of the lightworkers.
Intuition had told me that this is the man I should meet, turns out that he is indeed a Red Dragon in hermit – no, hermetic mode. Living far away from the Matrix. This must be the “inner calling” after the activation. The energy was strong, it manifested a physical event immediately as such.
As above, so below.
He is old from a physical perspective, but his mind was very-very-very-very-very clear, due to strong activation of kundalini. Others identified him as the Red Dragon, but I guessed the notion of being a Red Dragon didn’t mean much to him on a mental level, he was living his life. But for this article’s sake, I would call him the Dragon Elder.
There were a few lightworkers present there, they had many stories of going against the Matrix Society. It was as if every Lightworker’s destiny is to shatter the world. I genuinely like the group named Lightworker.
First, they had not taken the COVID shot, that meant they could survive military grade psychological warfare, a great achievement. Let that fact rejoice, it was not easy to face the pressure from all around. Second, let’s skip their detail stories because they might not be willing to share them on the internet, but there was much evidence that they had much less programming based on how they could conduct themselves.
Some of them wanted to build an out-of-matrix community, some of them led a business team, some of them had been fighting guerrilla warfare against the reptilians, some of them retired, some of them were married, happy housewives etc. They had more colors in their personalities than what I would call ‘NPCs’.
The Dragon Elder was humorous, his jokes were good! A programmed man or woman might find his words terse instead of humorous, simply because he was sharp as well. For instance, people won’t appreciate weaknesses in their personality being spoken out loud, but he would point it out straight, toned by his style of humor and storytelling. In my opinion, he was essentially an intermediate version of our friends wandering throughout the universes and a ‘normal’ Lightworker. I liked his being, so I was acting like a sponge throughout the whole day to absorb everyone’s wisdom over there. Not wrong to learn from people.
I contemplated, if I were the Dragon Elder were our extraterrestrial friends, most Lightworkers would have stormed off, as the conversation brought much bewilderment due to significant cultural and spiritual differences between earthlings and Galactic beings. Remember the passionate Pleiades man with the Earth girl? I could give it a title, “My Galactic Command Alien Lover and a Wild me”, LOL.
I was comparatively more reserved than others. To them, I was probably behaving like a background character, I’d rather be a stone sitting quietly next to them and listen to their interesting stories. They’re interesting people with a mind of their own, aren’t they?
Until I opened my aura field to the surrounding, the people around could sense what’s inside of me. Some people had told me that I came from Sirius, but I had never felt affectionate to Sirius nor Pleiades. Being Sirius seemed to be a distance concept to me. Even though I was reading 2012Portal for a decade long, I never consider myself to be a Star seed. Well, probably under an effect of amnesia. I professed the practice of “do what I need to do”, sticking labels to myself sounded dubious, although I had no problem with how people identify themselves and how they identify me as.
Some of them even told me I looked exactly like a star seed, behave like a star seed, act like a star seed. Maybe they had seen something, but I didn’t know what it was.
Anyhow, this visit turned out to be fruitful.
Extraterrestrials
To my surprise, I had never thought extraterrestrials’ cloud ships could be playing with me while I was in one of my Cintamani missions. As I thought, they would experience a whole range of stress with Toplet Bombs, Chimeras, Black Nobility, Jesuits, Dark Atlantean Network, Lurker?
They clearly used a secret finger from the void to poke at my shoulder, and a triangle cloud ship appeared. From one of its edges, there extended a protruding rectangular section, aligned and pointing in the same direction as that corner of the triangle. Whoever drove that spaceship must be an earth-culture genius. I knew that was a spaceship, but it took me awhile to figure out that the rectangle protruding out meant “Hi”.
It seemed to be a Sirius ship.
I didn’t know spaceships were malleable to this degree!
What’s even funnier was a round cloud ship stationed at a higher altitude, playing hide and seek behind the triangle cloud ship. I guessed that’s an unwilling Pleiadean ship being ‘dragged along’ by their Sirius friends.