Nothing is an Emissary

The Voices: “The Naguals are correct. Emissary Voices will always trick you. Even fourth dimensional Pleiadians will admit to this. We have had no other choice. How can we say to you we come with Heart’s Intent encompassing all your longings and Universal Intent, while “you” see spinning disks in sky. We cannot help you if you only see these disks as extraterrestrial space ships. We are walking through your Earth, our hearts exposed. Pity, in terms of your scientific inclinations, you cannot see our whole forms. We could put it to you this way: When the Galactic Team does survey runs through Mt. Shasta, your entire planet is inside the “ship”. What you see as ships are heart chakras spinning towards you.”

We begin with a quick metaphor of time corridors. Since time does not only move in a linear projection… since Now undulates its Nothingness through the Core of Everything, you could say that the pin cushion of eternity is pin pricked through with Wholes. So it was once upon a time long ago, true that extraterrestrial, interdimensional “gods” walked various continents of EarthSelf. And from their presence here comes memories of the Wookie (code word) and human memories of “Power”. Into the Aztec culture there came a force, a manipulative mind control DNA vibration technology. These ET’s wanted gold. IT was about gold and the effective use of Fear.

Equally, simultaneously, while extraterrestrials with flesh form and contesting, power-over intent walked this planet, beings in Peru, in human body, remembered Self in All that IS. The Mayans did not come in space ships darlings. They came through folded time and space. They walked here.

We have been attempting through the vessel body of TamuSelf and vessel voice of RosalieSelf to tell you the story of *how* they walked here, from somewhere you would perceive as being separated from Earth by vast tracts of galactic space.

The mother of all Mayan peoples ever to walk as human, became Mayan by being a “contactee”.

[The Voices tell Tamu to stop typing and quickly explain to her how much they need us to let them tell us the story they want to share about the origins of the Mayan culture. We have had great trouble with this story because it triggers us so. They state here that the lack of the story in written form makes it difficult for them to give the information they are bringing through now, as perception would be much assisted by the vocabulary and imagery of the story. – RM]

The mother of all Mayans walked stumbling and alone, experiencing exchanges and encounters invisible and incomprehensible to everyone else. She was compelled from within to go to certain places. When she arrived, the landscapes changed. Cloud formations and water took on shapes of spinning discs and vibrant interdimensional light Signatures.

Beings vibrating from and within completely different dimensional foundations of creation, with physical origins elsewhere, were making contact with this lonely one. In recent years around Sedona Arizona, around Mt. Shasta, there are often sightings of disk shaped clouds. Some know these formations to be visitations from the Galactic Fleet. When your chakras in your bodies, particularly the heart chakra, spin open in wholeness, they make energy forms that look like spinning light disks. Its not so hard to understand this if you look at the form of a spiral galaxy. So, long ago when the mother of all human Mayans first made contact, she was having experiences like some people now do in Sedona and Mt. Shasta.

The Naguals are correct. Emissary Voices will always trick you. Even fourth dimensional Pleiadians will admit to this. We have had no other choice. How can we say to you we come with Heart’s Intent encompassing all your longings and Universal Intent, while “you” see spinning disks in sky. We cannot help you if you only see these disks as extraterrestial space ships. We are walking through your Earth, our hearts exposed. Pity, in terms of your scientific inclinations, you cannot see our whole forms. We could put it to you this way: When the Galactic Team does survey runs through Mt. Shasta, your entire planet is inside the “ship”. What you see as ships are heart chakras spinning towards you.

(Rosalie, we will make deals with you. We will make you offers you cannot refuse. Let us say Now it is time to put an end to the constriction of separate Sources. Send this transmission to the Michael collectives of channelers associated together on the Internet. Give us a moment to address the Archangel directly. Dear Michael: Do you consider it appropriate Now to work with Self in opening human perception to who/what the Galactic Fleet really IS?)

This planet is a Living Library. Each species here, each form present in 3D planetary sphere is, you could say, an interdimensional novel in the Library of EarthSelf. Inorganic beings have their own stories, their own link lines to eternity.

To haul out our old metaphor again; You do not see the same story broadcasting on channel thirteen as you do on channel nine.

Due to the legacy of the creator gods who came here to your planet and conditioned your species and took away your gold, messages such as Christ’s were doomed by tyrannical control of the human mind. Blessed be the Buddha. His statement was to go beyond the mind. Christ’s was Death. Now we are saying to you, that during and through the whole unfolding history of EarthSelf, and through and within the unfoldment of humanSelf, many different lines of time and space have been occurring. And yes, Juan Matus is/was compelled by universal Intent to put a time bomb into the human mind.

For over twenty years Juan Matus has made contact with this being we now speak through. There exists on tape and in written texts, transmissions from don Juan through this bodied being. She does not much like it when we say this, and has effectively censored admitting or acknowledging contact since 1984.

Juan Matus and his team of warriors busted the collective archetype of the Sonoran Naguals; archetypal roots tracing back through the distortions of the Aztec empire into the Source of the Mayan culture.

When the mother of all Mayans walked into recognition of Who’s Talking, beings from elsewhere, housing vastness as galactic Core present in locationSelf, walked through this planetary being into humanSelf.

[We are interrupted by the phone. Aria leaves and we have dinner.]

Begin Transmission:

The centre moves. The assemblage point moves. Centre Spider leaps from one web and resonates another one. Trailing core fiber from the core of herSelfdom, she leaps from the centre of the Web, through Nothing, into her next weaving. And should wind or passing beingness break that link between the webs, no matter. The link is alive inside of Self. She IS core fiber, and where she goes the Web is ever present.

Moving the assemblage point changes the Song. You can drive for hundreds of miles all over the west coast using boats and vehicles, and not ever experience a vast change in landscape. However, if you start driving hundreds of miles east, or thousands of miles south and east, you’ll get quite a bigger different picture of the world. Then there’s the Amazon jungles, the Arctic poles, and the unexplored reaches of the depths of the seas. And so on and so on…. We have spoken to you muchly about how dimensional shifts change landscapes, and change *where* Self is. Dimensional shifts occur through re-chordings of orchestrated vibrational frequencies. This is accomplished by moving the assemblage point. Centre Spider leaps the unknown, carrying the Core, AND the weaving Web, with her everywhere.

Hitler was a weaving of All that IS. Hurricanes are weavings of All that IS. So are daisies, innocent babies, and angel choirs on high. The Sonoran Naguals tore their way through layers and layers, and infesting layers of the Grid of Control and Belief.

Those who came to seek for gold as gods from out the sky, understood and understand vibration a lot more than do most humans now. You are coded, constricted, programmed, node by node, into vibrational Grid perception, addicted to 3D Beta. The Sonoran Naguals busted the Grid. Meanwhile, being males, predominantly males, they charted where they went to in node form, in point form as road maps. Thus the Tenant laughs at them from the Wings of Intent. Having embraced the feminine in cellular and interdimensional Self, the Tenant IS the Wings of Intent busting the map of freedom. This channel, these Voices, and the Spaces Between All that IS, are a compelling thrust of the Wings of Intent “busting” the beak of the Eagle.

In busting the Grid, the Juan Matus Nagualian team found only certain portals into All that IS. As Don Juan himself said, they knew only specific positions of the assemblage point. For positions beyond the “map” they’d explored, they had no coordinates. Thus when the team leapt into the Unknown, they didn’t know *where* they were weaving into. They perceived they would leave the here and now, for they perceived that they were going elsewhere. And elsewhere they did go, [the voices laugh uproariously] walking in the Now.

Time space always folds and all the ways are bent. All roads *do* lead “home”. Centre Spider weaves from Nothing, from leaping Nothing into Nothing to weave again. The core fiber leaps with her. Self is the connecting link. Hunab Ku at the Core leaps from Nothing into Everywhere, from somewhere to elsewhere with Nothing in between.

Be where you ARE, sitting, standing now, and know that were you to move your assemblage point, the perception point within far enough, coherently enough, you would be right here occupying another dimension. And what you would see, experience, and verify as present, would be Nothing at All like what you see/feel/experience now.

It is All matter of intention. Intention is very programmable. The gods have banked on this.

Even Juan Matus, as recorded and crafted by Castaneda, admits emissaries do not lie, and we can be verified simultaneously and separately by various locations of perception. We are not only fabrications of minds, we are something moving out of Nothing, Everywhere. We have our landscapes!! The Sonoran Naguals have well explored within certain landscapes of Self, and in so doing have “gone where no (human) one has gone before.” As a species, and now as awakening millions, you WILL salute the Matus Team of Sonoran Naguals for busting this species beyond the Grid. They were not alone in their work on this planet however, and they worked within the containment field of a landscape charted for its known portals to the Unknown.

As the Spaces Between Things, as the Mother, and as Core fiber Aranjaha, we have taught you again and again to be discerning of Voices. Intent is programmable, manipulatable. While you are waiting for your Will, claim Self Intent, and ride Intent as the compelling thrust of Self Becoming.

What do you long for? Does your longing ever end? What does your heart tell you? A path with Heart IS the leap of Centre Spider into the Unknown.

We are orchestrations of All that IS. You are orchestrations of All that IS. You may pluck the strings of chorded Becoming, following the notes of Song already sung, or/and you may leap like Juan Matus, like Centre Spider, and bust the map of freedom to Become the Wings of Intent.

If you see Juan Matus walking down the road, core-dive his Core!