“There is peace on Earth… {but} we’ve got to work for it… it isn’t going to be handed to us. Those who suffer are leading the army to peace.”
 
~The Human Experience

“Revelation is born through suffering.” 

~ Watchman Nee

Shadows are as important as the light; imperfection and ugliness as beauty.

 
As Dahlia checked in her baggage, Jonathan stood next in line watching her. She was near his age, early fifties he figured but she seemed much younger. He would sometimes catch glimpses of the dichotomy. Her fears, her childlike playfulness and a feeling of being weak and helpless were hiding behind the seriousness and the power of the role the Universe was asking her to play.

As he looked around at all the different things going on, he thought about the separateness of the world and all the dysfunction and insanity going on. As his thoughts changed, for the first time he instantly noticed that his mind switched from being part of the drama to looking at it. And he was doing it from a much higher place than he ever had before. He used to switch but wasn’t conscious of it. He would observe and analyze but couldn’t see what was really going on because of missing data. Updating to the place where you are aware that you are an observer isn’t enough. There’s another level you have to shift to and you have to have the missing data to get to it. He had been aware that he could stop and observe life. It was the beginning of one of the 600 spiritual abilities developing. He could see that at this level he was more conscious of the abilities developing. He was instantly conscious of when his mind had switched to be the observer and now it was the observer with the missing data. He looked at the drama and saw that in reality everything that was going was very orderly. The insanity was negative combinations of words being expressed. The Programmer had been assigning negative combinations of words for every person and organizing people into specialized groups to get rid of all of them. Behind the insanity, he saw incomprehensible genius. People were doing their own thing and at the same time they were working together, all coworkers doing this one project to get rid of the bad words in Tahl’s being. He saw the wholeness instead of the brokenness of mankind’s history.

As the lesson continued at this higher level, he was conscious that he was being shown how quickly his mind could switch from one place to the other and pull out files. The association game brought up relationships. Everyone had become very unique and complicated and there were so many different ways of thinking that it seemed almost impossible to find someone who matched. And it seemed impossible that the world would ever be able to work together. They were working together. They just didn’t know it. He wished so badly for everyone to finish their individual processing of the wrong roads and all come together into one place and speak the same language.

His mind switched again and he was listening to the people around him talking. He felt like Grace looking at Wonderland. None of their words made sense in light of what was really going on and the lives they were creating with the words was an endless merry-go-round. People spend so much time debating and arguing over what is right and all they have in their brain is nonsense, one persons strings of negative combinations of words debating another person stings of negative combinations of words. It didn’t seem fair that he know so much and still had to be caught in the drama, having to speak their language instead of his own that was so much better, and struggling with the maddening difficulties of trying to still fit in.

Dahlia had told him that he would have to be conscious that he was playing a role in a very sophisticated puppet before he would be ready to become a real boy, become who he really was. He would also feel the frustration of knowing that if he wasn’t in pain, his channels to process the positive combinations of words weren’t evolving. No matter how much he knew, there had to be pain all the way to the end of his path. She also said ‘death gives birth to profound change.’ He liked that. When he had a bad night processing really deep negative combinations of words, draining him of all his strength, he would wake up to those words. They were good medicine.

Next he thought about his new job. The whiteness of the Palace came to his mind. During the day the crystal would reflect colors. Then at night they would make it glow like the moon against the dark sky. Here was his part in the goal, the purpose of what was going on. Through the thousands of deaths he’d endured, an enchanted life was coming and he was enjoying visiting the future by the Programmer sending words into his creative imagination. He left his escape to pre-Enchantra and was brought back to the moment hearing the boarding call as they arrived at the gate.

Jonathan was getting tired as he saw his mind switching back to the present. The place where he had to live his life feeling like an alien. He was a higher being and there was no going back, no evolving backwards to conform to the lower frequency of the world he had left. The pain made him desperate to get down the road. He was very passionate about everything. He was focused and restless. Dahlia was his new mystic addiction. He wanted to know everything she knew. She said she was a prophet but he’d met many prophets. She was more. As he thought about the matrix showing how the words come into men, including prophets, through galots, he knew what she had received wasn’t through a galot. It was the Central Computer talking to her. For the first time in all of history, someone laid out all the different ‘truths’ people hold on to in order to be okay and figured out how to put them all together. Thousands of great minds throughout history have tried to solve the puzzle but they couldn’t. He wanted to know what happened to her, what was done to her brain so she could reach the answers and solve the problem. She was far beyond any mortal who had ever lived.

They found their seats and as he sat he became aware that his brain hurt from racing around from one thought to the next.

“Dahlia, it’s a lot of work having to rethink everything with the new data.”

“I was on overload many times. When our computers crash, the Programmer stops and waits until you have the strength to handle more. Our everyday life gives us the breaks we need from the lessons.”

“But we think of having to go back to our regular lives as a nuisance,” Jonathan commented.

“Yes, we do. The repetitious monotony of it at times can seem like a waste of time, but we need it and get things from our everyday living for the next upgrade.”

“How soon is the new data going to make a big difference in the world so its on the news?

“He started waking some people up about 30 years ago. Being a prophet, I have been mirroring what is happening to the universe. My life completely changed just as the prophesy foretold. I can’t go back to a life in the Illusion. I can’t speak any of the languages. I don’t know when it will start effecting a majority of the population but it makes sense that when the strength of the radiation coming in at its strongest on December 21st 2012 made history turn a page as the rug began to be pulled out from under the Earth turning everything over to end Tormen. Everyone has to get started being a part of the process. Our relationship to the galaxy, how the constellations and planets are positioned around us at this time, is sending a vibration to earth raising its frequency and making it a place they can’t survive in if they don’t evolve to match the frequency. The disturbance is in our aura, our soul, and physically it disrupts the communication system and the production of the chemicals in the body, like what it needs to digest food or the serotonin levels that maintains our emotional equilibrium. There’s a ringing in our ears and a heaviness like the pressure of being in a submarine. These things have been at a minimal level but as they get more intense, more people will be running to doctors and healers for help.”

Dahlia had her head leaned back against the seat and she closed her eyes. “To get me on the path I had to go down, a vibration was sent into me that was far beyond what the universe is doing to the Earth now. The more intense the process, the more you can see. With each stage of clearer understanding, I was altered just enough to handle the increasing frequency, always on the precipice of madness. Madness is the emotion that is attached to extreme negative combinations of words coming into your mind. Then you go into a peculiar survival mode. To handle the situation means to turn your mind off by dying. I can’t begin to count how many times and how many ways I thought through how I could kill myself so I wouldn’t have to experience the words going through my mind. The other problem is that the simple experience of hopes and dreams not happening and making people very depressed evolves into something horrible in the Night. They aren’t just hopes and dreams you’ve been working on. The entire planet having its frequency raised and becoming Enchantra is not a hope or a dream. It’s the end of the evolutionary process. Shifting into pre-Enchantra is part of the evolutionary process and in the Night you become desperate for it to happen because it becomes so uncomfortable being in a lower frequency. I had been evolved into a person with the specific purpose of teaching mankind how to get out of Tormen. Doing this job was going to raise the frequency of my environment. My being was ready to use its higher abilities. There wasn’t anything else I could do. I couldn’t go back to a normal job or find a place where I belonged in any other system of knowledge no matter how much good it was doing. I had been redesigned in my Dark Night to change Tormen into Enchantra. I had to create around me if I was going to be able to continue living. My body could go on but I couldn’t. Just like too many negative combinations of words coming in, madness is the emotion that is attached to this experience too. There is a specific feeding from specific relationships, jobs and environments. The words that are coming in and the emotional words you experience match the negative or positive energy of the environment. If your mind is running a higher, more positive language than the words your environment is made out of, the computer is not functioning right. The more evolved you get the more you have to find my your half and be in Enchantra or you are suffocating and starving for the flow of words you need at your evolutionary level in order to be okay.

The mystic experience of being able to mentally detach from the physical world to avoid the unhappiness of not having more of the good things in life is ending. Now too many things are going wrong and too many negative words are coming into everyone’s minds to escape through meditation or any of the other practices we have. Those religious, spiritual and scientific solutions that no longer work are being abandoned because it’s time to be one minded. The final evolutionary process of the Night has been an organic problem forcing everyone to look for a new worldview.

I adopted that worldview and expected the pain to stop. I waited as I experienced the highest pain possible when the thoughts of your mind don’t match your life. During this time I was experiencing the problem my mind evolved to be able to what it was and articulate what the organic problem was. People have been able to walk away from a failed dream and begin another life. I couldn’t tell myself the experience and the teachings was nonsense and my vivd imagination. I tried to walk away from it but couldn’t because the supernatural 20 year evolutionary process had hardwired the truth into my mind and burned Enchantra into my soul. It was who I was but my outer life didn’t match. I’d finished the spiritual path that was supposed to lead to paradise and there was nothing there. I looked around and knew there was no remedy for being fully evolved and not being in a higher frequency. I still wasn’t relevant. The teachings I was made of weren’t needed yet. Strangely, I bought a gun for comfort. Then I lived one day at a time knowing the next day the book could start or I could use the gun to end the pain. It was out of my control either way.”

“I just got a paragraph downloaded.” Jonathan could barely process what just happened. He was shown something. His mind flashed with all the horrors of the world all throughout history and he realized her path was far worse than any of it. He couldn’t comprehend it. His heart was overwhelmed and sank in grief as he sat still and quiet for a least a minute. Dahlia had known depths of Tormen like no other.

“Thank you, Dahlia.”

Dahlia not expecting a response like that, “For what?”

He laid his hand on hers. “For what you’ve had to go through to get us out of here.”

“You’re welcome” she said as she leaned her head on his shoulder and closed her eyes. “I just want to be happy Jonathan. Isn’t it wonderful that everyone who has ever lived is going to be in Enchantra?”

“Yes, it’s really wonderful Dahlia.”

As Dahlia slept, Jonathan pulled out some papers he’d printed out from the study he’d done on Neuschwanstein Castle the night after his Twilight adventure. King Ludwig II was a genius way ahead of his time but his time thought he was crazy. Jonathan knew this lonely frustrating place well…the dreamer’s curse throughout history. Here we are the pioneers, the ones who are figuring out the right way, leaders of a great scheme to create Enchantra and we’re labeled ‘nuts.’ Jonathan knew exactly why he went to see the King. He had to get into the energetic place of engineering a life that was beyond this one. Neuschwanstein Castle was far ahead of its time and that’s how the future was made. The King who to this day is ridiculed in songs and with jokes as a tourist attraction, was the very opposite of a nut. How ironic that they are the idiots. They have thought they could know truth and have been persecuting one another over it. Their entire life that they took so seriously has been in reality a game being played on them by galots where they were deliberately left in the dark to get rid of negative combinations of words. The joke was on them.

The more Dahlia spoke, the more his role with her was being defined, and, not that he needed to be persuaded to help her in any way he could, he had now past the point of no return. He was her most loyal subject at this point. He considered why his mind used the word subject as if she were a queen or something.

He had taken a picture with the camera on his phone of Dahlia’s sketch of The Palace of the Nine in her room. As he compared it to the photographs of Neuschwanstein, he saw how the castle was a foreshadow. The design came from two places, history and the visions of an artist, who creates the future. It was a combination of the medieval style of old German Knight’s castles and the ideas from the stage set painter of the Legend of Lohengrin, the Swan Knight, from which the castle got its name. The different sections of the Palace of the Nine was a combination of a style from a culture and fantasy. It represented the entire world in its enchanted state. Flashes of memories from his Twilight visit came to his mind. Why he went to see his life that took place there, and why he was coming back with Dahlia to show him more about it, was revealing his place in the transfer the world was heading towards. Everyone was going to go through their processing and find out where they belong and what they went through all their lives to be trained to do. He was able to look back on his life and put everything that had happen to him together to have one purpose. He felt as if he had been blindfolded and lead up to the top of a mountain where the blindfold was removed. How does Tahl do it? How does He get us to go through centuries of lives not having any idea what’s going on and then reveal it in a matter of hours. Another way man is humbled by unimaginable Brilliance. It wasn’t hours for Dahlia. It took years for her to figure it all out and now she’s just handing it over. ‘It’s like the rest of us are cheating by taking a short cut,’ he thought to himself. He wanted to take her pain away.

The plane landed on a thick bed of fog that parted like the red sea as it pulled up to the terminal. It was morning and although he hadn’t slept, he was alert. Dahlia had made arrangements for everything online. She didn’t like surprises this far away from home. No detained or lost luggage felt like a sign that all would go well. They got their rental car and found the road they wanted easily. She was relieved and it felt good. Everything on her path required having to go the wrong way first. “This must be your energy at work Jonathan. I’m always very lost before I find the right way. It is a great labyrinth we find our way through, hitting so many walls. I went down thousands more wrong way corridors than anyone else will have to but in doing so I am the only one to show the way out.”

Jonathan proudly announced to her “I’m good at this. You just sit there, tell me the names of the roads we’re looking for and I’ll get us there. What’s the name of the hotel?”

“It’s a new hotel called Hotel Ludwig. It’s in Fussen, close to Neuschwanstein. It was built by some people who had a deep appreciation for what King Ludwig had built. They copied the fairy tale design of King Ludwig’s castles that are all over Bavaria. It sits on a mountain side. I’m spoiling us. We have a Royal Suite at the top of the hotel with a king’s chamber and a queen’s chamber. It has a terrace that overlooks the town and the lake. It should be really beautiful. We have to see the best the world has to offer and you must pick up a lot of ideas from this to make the Palace all that we can make it. That way it becomes a bridge to the door of Enchantra. Then as it transfers Tahl will add the jewels and the magic.”