TIME BENDER

THE MAN WHO CAME TO SAVE EARTH

TABLE OF CONTENTS

1. TIME BENDER

2. SALVADOR DALI

3. DADI JANKI

4. VOYAGERS

5. MOUNT RAINIER

6. ALLOYA

7. LUCIFER

8. HIDDEN HAND

9. AYAHUASCA

10. DEMONS

11. SASHA

12. WALAYA

13. LAYAN

14. VONDELPARK

15. GAME MAKERS

16. CHOCOLATE

SOURCES

To Juno, my space friend.
 1. TIME BENDER
‘In my official status, I cannot comment on ET contact. However, personally, I can assure you we
are not alone.’
Charles J. Camarda, former NASA Astronaut.

New York City, August 23, 1974

It was a hot summer evening in New York City and John Lennon needed some fresh air. He
had been working on his new album Walls and Bridges all day and had just made love to his
secretary May Pang. He didn’t bother to put on any clothes as he stepped out onto the roof
terrace of her downtown apartment.
May was still in the bedroom getting dressed and had just ordered pizza. Suddenly she heard
a loud scream from the rooftop. It was John.
‘May, come here, quick, you gotta see this!’
‘Just a minute, I’ll be right there.’
‘No, now! Come right now!’
When May got to the roof her jaw dropped. Right before her eyes was a huge circular object,
about the size of a Lear Jet. It was hovering without making any sound, gently moving from
left to right. It was so close, they could have hit it with a rock.
’My God, it’s a UFO,’ May managed to say, catching her breath.
The craft just hung there for five long minutes, then suddenly it shot straight into the sky.
‘This isn’t from Earth,’ John gasped, almost falling backward. ‘This is a bloody flying saucer!’
They thought about calling the authorities, but their lives were pretty hectic as it was, and the
last thing they needed was more press. They asked a friend to call the police. He rang back
minutes later to tell them that seven other reports had come in that evening from people who
had witnessed the spacecraft.
‘I can’t believe it, I can’t believe it, I’ve seen a flying saucer,’ was all John could say for the
rest of the evening.

Amsterdam, December 9, 1980

It’s a cold winter morning in Amsterdam. I had just got out off bed, gone downstairs and
turned on the radio. As I put on a kettle to make some tea, I freeze. What did the news
reporter just say? John Lennon shot dead? I run to the radio and turn up the volume.
‘John Lennon was murdered last night. He was shot in front of his house, the Dakota Building
in New York, by a man called Marc David Chapman, who has been arrested. The motive for
the crime is still unclear.’
The doorbell rings three times. It’s my sister Wendela. She’s in tears. We hug for a long time
and memories float into our minds of all the times we listened to The Beatles together. We
grew up with them. They were the soundtrack to our youth. Far away in the distance I hear
the sound of the kettle.
I make some tea while Wendela rummages through my records. Last week I bought John’s
latest album, Double Fantasy. She puts it on, and we listen to John singing: ’Well, I tried so
hard to stay alive, but the Angel of Destruction keeps on hounding me all around. But I know
in my heart that we never really parted, oh no. Help me. Lord, help me to help myself.’
The words are haunting, almost as if he knew something was going to happen. I wonder who
this Angel of Destruction is, the one who was hounding John.
Little did I know that morning that I was soon to find out.

The rest of the day goes by in a blur. Wendela stays for most of the afternoon, and we
listen to more of John’s songs. After dinner I get dressed to go to the premiere of a movie
for which I wrote the title song. I’m not exactly in the mood for a party, but it might be a
good distraction from my gloomy thoughts.
When I arrive at Tuschinski, the glorious art deco movie theatre in the heart of Amsterdam,
the main entrance is flooded with photographers and celebrities being interviewed by the
press. I try to slip through unnoticed, but cameras start flashing and journalists point their
microphones. They want to know what I think of John’s death.
For a moment I feel what John must have felt for most of his life: living in a hall of fame.
Was he tired of it all, I wonder? Was he fed up with the fame game and looking for a way
out?
Another song pops into my head as I enter the main hall, probably the last one John ever
recorded: ’Say you’re looking for a place to go where nobody knows your name. You’re
looking for oblivion with one eye on the hall of fame. I don’t want to face it, oh no. I don’t
want to face it no, no, no, no. Every time I look in the mirror I don’t see anybody there.’

Suddenly I feel a hand on my shoulder. I turn around and look into the eyes of an elderly
gentleman. He’s dressed in a black pin striped suit, white shirt, black bow tie and
matching bowler hat. His green eyes are spellbinding.
’Hello my friend,’ he says with a strange formal accent, ‘I have a message from your
mother.’
My heart jumps.
’What? What happened to her? Is she OK?’
‘Yes, she’s fine, but she needs your help.’
‘What kind of help? Are you sure she’s all right?’
‘Yes, but she’s going to ascend, and in order to do so, she will need more light.’
What’s this guy talking about?
‘Are you saying my mother is going to die?’
‘No, but she needs to free herself from the suffering that has been holding her down.’
He takes my arm and leads me away from the crowd that is now gathering in the hall.
’Please follow me. Your movie starts in fifteen minutes, which is sufficient time for me to
explain.’
We walk to the nearest bench in the corner of the hall and he motions me to sit down.
‘Let me introduce myself. My name is Time Bender. I am a close relative of your mother
and - as I said - I have a message from her. But first let me tell you a few things that you
might not be aware of.’
‘OK.’
‘Your mother came into existence some thirteen billion years ago. She was - and is - the
most beautiful planet our Universe has ever seen.’
‘O, that mother…’
I smile and relax. But by the time Time Bender has finished his story I’m no longer relaxed.
’Earth is unique. The Original Planners called her the Living Library, because she holds the
codes to all possible life forms in the Universe. That’s why Earth has been fought over so
much. I’m not talking about your recent World Wars. I’m talking about ancient Galactic
struggles.’
‘Are you talking about aliens fighting over Earth?’
‘I’m talking about races from all over the Galaxy. Many of them are very ancient and were
here long before the first humans arrived. I know you don’t learn this in school. You are
being taught that humans naturally evolved from ape-like ancestors to become the most
intelligent species on the planet, and possibly the Universe. But the truth is the exact
opposite: humans are not alone in the Universe, are not the most intelligent species, and
did not evolve naturally.’
‘So you are talking about aliens?’
He looks at me with the hint of a smile.
’Does that surprise you? Do you know that the Galaxy consists of as many habitable
planets as there are people on Earth? And, technically speaking, humans are aliens too.
You were seeded by extraterrestrial races a long time ago.’
‘Seeded?’
‘You were created.’

This is getting very weird and I’m beginning to doubt if I should continue listening to this
guy. Why is he telling me this? He seems to read my mind and tries to reassure me.
‘Please hear me out, I will try to explain in the short window of time we have. The Living
Library was set up in ancient times as a Galactic experiment. Almost all races participated
and this was a rare thing. Virtually everything that grows and develops in the form of
plant-, animal- and human life was seeded onto this planet from all over the Universe.’
‘Are you saying humans were created by ETs?’
‘Yes, but humans are a very special type of being, although they themselves have forgotten
this. They are what we call the Royal Species, because they carry the full DNA potential.
Humans carry genes from just about every race in the Universe: Pleiadians, Orions,
Lyrans, Sirians, Anunnaki, Vegans, Andromedans, Reptilians and Zeta. Humans carry the
full Universal Codes of Life. That’s why they’re special.’
‘What’s so special about these codes?’
‘The codes are necessary to activate the Living Library and awaken you to your full
potential. That’s why the whole Universe is watching you now. Everyone is curious to see
what humans will do next. You see, in order for Earth to free herself from the shackles of
war and destruction, she has to raise her frequency. She has to ascend. And because she’s
doing this, all Earth beings are also ascending. Earth is moving from a Third Density reality
to a Fourth Density. And for this to happen Gaia needs more light.’
‘Wait, you’re losing me here. What’s a density?’
‘A density is a bandwidth, a reality frequency. You on Earth currently live in a Third Density
reality, meaning you only perceive this frequency - like a radio or television show that you
are all tuned to. There are much more frequencies, but you only experience them when
you evolve and learn to tune into them.’
‘And in order to do so we need more light?’
‘That’s right. When more light enters Earth’s atmosphere the original codes can be
activated. This will energize and realign your DNA. You will remember your greatness and
become the living promise of the Universe.’

It’s very crowded now around us, and Time Bender needs to move closer to make himself
heard above the chatter. His green eyes look deeply into mine when he continues his
story.
‘You must understand that what humanity will do next, is of crucial importance to all star
races. The question is: will you ascend to the next level and learn how to live in harmony
with yourselves and your planet, or will you bring about destruction of the Living Library,
thereby catapulting yourselves back to the stone age and creating many more cycles of
birth, death and rebirth?’
‘Well, if it were up to me, I’d opt for ascension.’
’I’m glad you see it that way.’

Boing. Boing. Boing.

The sound of the theatre gong reminds us of the time. Five minutes left.
’What you also need to understand is that there is tremendous resistance to your
ascension. The Angels of Destruction are doing everything within their power to prevent
this from happening.’
‘The Angels of Destruction? Did you know John Lennon wrote about them?’
‘Of course, that’s why I’m reaching out to you tonight. There’s a divine timing to all of this,
as you will come to see. The Angels of Destruction are beings who have lost touch with
the Creator. You can’t see them, because they inhabit dimensions you can’t perceive right
now. But in a short while they will be exposed. When Earth ascends to the next level, you
will be in their environment, the Fourth Dimension. You will see the Dark Ones who have
been suppressing you for thousands of years.’
‘Are you talking about the Illuminati?’
‘They go by many names. The Illuminati are just one of the many representatives of the
Angels of Destruction. What they seek, is total control. They seek unity not by merging
themselves with the Creator, but by absorbing other life into themselves.’
‘Like parasites?’
‘Exactly. Just as you farm crops and livestock for food and clothing, they farm humans.
They live off your soul energy, which they harvest. When you are in a state of fear you are
food to them. In order to keep you in this fearful state they dictate world affairs. To them
you are cattle to be used as they see fit.’
I must have looked pretty shocked, because his emerald eyes soften and he gently touches
my arm. ‘Don’t be alarmed. As serious as this might seem, it also presents a great
opportunity. There is a way to break free and change the game, but for this you must learn
to bend the time.’

Boing. Boing. Boing.

Time Bender moves even closer. I only see a pair of dark green eyes looking deep into my
mind, holding my attention with a steady gaze.
’As Earth raises her frequency the Angels of Destruction are becoming more desperate.
They are preparing their final move: orchestrating a calamity that will shock the world,
upon which they will descend as your saviors. They will pose as the Gods from Heaven for
which humanity has waited for so long. They will pretend to be your Messiah. Should you
fall for this ploy, they will take over completely. There will be no way to access the Living
Library anymore and no hope for a peaceful ascension.’
The hall is becoming empty now, as the crowd moves into the theatre, but Time Bender is
not yet finished.
’Now listen carefully: the codes to activate the Living Library have been hidden in a secret
place by your Mother a long time ago. She knew a day would come when she would
activate them and she needed them to be safe.’
‘Where did she hide them?’
‘In you.’
‘In me?’
‘In all of you. And she wants you to activate them.’
‘But…’
‘I don’t expect you to understand all of this right now. Just listen to what I’m saying. The
only thing you need to do, is create more light. Therefore the Mother asks you to create
circles of light.’
‘What does that mean?’
‘I don’t know, I’m just the messenger.’
He gets up and extends his hand.
‘Thank you for your time and good luck on your assignment.’
‘My assignment?’
‘Yes, you did not come unprepared. You have been well trained.’
‘Well trained? For what?’
‘Patience, my friend.’

Boing. Boing. Boing. 


 2. SALVADOR DALI
‘And up in the clouds I can imagine UFOs chuckle to themselves: “Heh heh.”
They saying: “Those people so uptight, they sure know how to make a mess, hey!”’
Jimi Hendrix, guitarist, singer, songwriter.

Five months later I’m on a plane to Barcelona. I need a break from the music scene. The
title song for the movie became a hit single in Holland and things became a little crazy
after that. I was touring more or less non stop with my band and the record company kept
looking over my shoulder, eagerly awaiting for me to write another catchy tune.
It sort of took the fun out of music for a while. I’ve been playing guitar since I was ten and
can’t remember a day that I haven’t enjoyed the company of my faithful instrument. I used
to refuse to go on holidays with my parents if I couldn’t bring my guitar. This was a hassle
of course, because our car was usually packed to the max. But in the end I would always
get my way, because my parents saw that it would just be too cruel to make me part from
my friend for a few weeks.
There’s a small village in the North of Spain that I used to visit with my parents. It’s called
Cadaques. It has beautiful beaches, rocky snorkeling areas and is frequented by many
musicians and artists. That’s where I’ve booked a room to get away from everything and
play guitar without having to create something ‘commercial’.
On the plane to Spain the man next to me looks at me in a funny way, as if he’s trying to
remember something.
‘Can I help you?’
‘Aren’t you the guy who wrote the title track to that movie?’
‘Eh, yes, I am.’
‘Hi, I’m Frank, and I must say that I really enjoy that song. It’s very catchy and has some
great guitar hooks.’
‘Well, thank you Frank.’
It turns out Frank also plays guitar, and we chat a while about our favorite guitar players.
Jimi Hendrix is high on our lists. Frank knows just about everything about Hendrix and its
fun to hear the anecdote about how Hendrix came to London to jam with Eric Clapton
and blew him off the stage on a borrowed guitar. He also tells me that The Beatles came to
see ons of his shows. A few days prior to this event they had released their album Sgt.
Pepper’s Lonely Hearts Club Band. Hendrix opened the show with the title song, blazing
through it like he’d been playing it all his life.

’Did you know,’ Frank says after we have thoroughly analyzed Hendrix’ technical skills,
‘that Hendrix’ gigs were often accompanied by paranormal happenings and even UFO’s?’
I look at him in disbelief.
‘Really? That’s weird. I had a conversation about ETs a few months ago with a man who
seemed to know everything about them. He was very outspoken and told me that ETs have
played a significant role in the maturation of mankind.’
‘Well, they certainly played a significant role in the maturation of Jimi Hendrix. It’s even
fair to say that we would probably never have heard of him if they hadn’t interfered.’
‘Interfered? How?’
‘Have you ever heard of a guy called Curtis Knight?’
‘Yes, he was the singer Jimi used to play with before he got famous.’
‘That’s right. Knight had some amazing experiences with Hendrix, involving ETs. Knight
tells the story of what happened one night near Woodstock. The band was driving home
from a gig when a snow storm hit. The blizzard was so bad that the van got stuck. They
tried to keep the car warm, but the temperature kept dropping and after a while they got
seriously afraid they might freeze to death.’
‘What happened?’
’All of a sudden Knight, who was behind the steering wheel, saw something illuminating
the snow in front of the vehicle. It was coming from a cone-shaped object of which Knight
was certain it had to be extraterrestrial. He almost lost it and panicked. To his surprise Jimi
was very relaxed. He seemed to be communicating telepathically with the being that was
now emerging from the craft. It was a yellowish creature with slits for eyes who didn’t
walk, but glided. Wherever it went, the snow melted, freeing them from the hold of the
blizzard. As soon as Knight could, he slammed down on the gas pedal to get away as fast
as he could. At that very moment the ship lifted off.’
‘Lunch gentlemen?’

It’s hard to concentrate on the food. I want to know more about Jimi’s adventures and his
possible ET connection.
‘Frank, do you know if Hendrix had more of these encounters?’
‘Apparently he and his brother saw a spaceship from their bedroom window in Seattle
when they were kids. I think that’s when something opened up for little Jimi. For a while
he even insisted on being called Buster, because he was so obsessed with Flash Gordon,
one of the first sci-fi heroes. This character was played by a guy called Buster Crabbe.’
‘Wasn’t Flash Gordon a blonde hunk?’
‘Haha, yes, but that didn’t bother Jimi.’
‘Are there other musicians who’ve had encounters with ETs that you know of?’
‘Elvis Presley was apparently in the company of ETs for most of his life. His first encounter
was on the day he was borne. Elvis’ father had gone out to have a cigarette at two o’ clock
in the morning during the delivery. When he looked up he saw the strangest pulsating blue
lights. He says he knew then that something special was happening.’
‘Tell me more!’
‘Mick Jagger spotted a cigar-shaped mothership whilst camping in Glastonbury with then-
girlfriend Marianne Faithful. A year later he saw a second one during the concert at
Altamont. The sightings left such an impression on him that he installed a UFO detector at
his estate.’
‘I don’t know what I find harder to believe: that Mick Jagger saw a UFO or that he was out
camping. What’s a UFO detector, by the way?’
‘I don’t know exactly. Maybe some kind of radar system? Did you know that UFOs are
being picked up by radar at military bases in the US all the time? So frequently in fact, that
they screen them out. They have special UFO filters. Seriously! When a UFO appears on
their screen, they simply ignore it, because there’s nothing they can do about it anyway.’
‘So, for the them UFOs have become a routine thing while most people are still
wondering if these things really exist? Are there other musicians that you know of that
have been in contact with ETs?’
‘Yes, Keith Richards became convinced UFOs were landing at his Redlands estate in
Sussex. He also believes ETs are somehow tied up with the dawn of man.’
‘How about David Bowie?’
‘Haha, yes of course! He’s seen UFOs on several occasions as a child. His former wife
Angela also witnessed them. They were driving down to Detroit in 1974 when they
spotted a craft in the sky. A TV station later reported a UFO crash in Detroit with four
aliens found inside.’
‘Do you know of musicians of the younger generation having similar experiences?’
‘I know that Robbie Williams got so involved in the phenomenon, that he even considered
becoming a full time UFOlogist. He’s seen aliens on different occasions and describes
them as golden balls of light, appearing to dance to his songs when he’s singing.’
‘Ladies and gentlemen, the Captain has turned on the Fasten Seat Belt sign. If you haven’t
already done so, please stow your carry-on luggage underneath the seat in front of you, or
in an overhead bin. Please take your seat and fasten your seat belt. And also make sure
your seat back and folding trays are in their full upright position.’
Frank and I say goodbye, and four hours later I drive my rental car into the town of
Cadaques. After checking into my hotel, I decide to take a night cap in one of the bars on
the main plaza, just opposite the beach. It’s called l’Hostal and is apparently famous for
it’s live music.
On stage is a radiant young woman, playing guitar and singing captivating songs. Her
voice reminds me of Janis Joplin. I can’t understand a word of what she’s singing, but the
songs go straight to my heart. During a break I complement her on her music. Anna tells
me the songs are Catalonian, from this part of Spain.
After another hour of music, I become drowsy. The fatigue of many months of too little
sleep is catching up, and the Gin Tonics aren’t exactly helping either. I manage to find my
way back to the hotel and fall into a deep sleep, dreaming of girls with guitars, singing
haunting songs in space ships.

The next morning I have breakfast on the beach. The croissants and coffee taste wonderful
and I’m beginning to relax. I look out over the ocean, and see the fishing boats coming
back from nocturnal trips. They’re followed by a flock of seagulls, waiting for the smaller
fish to be thrown overboard.
After breakfast I take a stroll on the beach and find a nice spot to play some guitar. My
conversation with Frank inspires me to brush up on my Hendrix licks and for a while. I
remember Frank telling me about Hendrix playing Sgt. Pepper’s Lonely Hearts Club Band
and try to work out the chords. After a while I’m singing: ‘It was twenty years ago today,
Sgt. Pepper taught the band to play. They’ve been going in and out of style, but they’re
guaranteed to raise a smile. So may I introduce to you the act you’ve known for all these
years: Sgt. Pepper’s Lonely Hearts Club Band.’
Suddenly I hear a voice behind me singing along: ’Sgt. Pepper’s lonely, Sgt. Pepper’s
lonely, Sgt. Pepper’s lonely Hearts Club Band…’
I look around and see a smiling face beaming at me.
‘Anna!’
‘Hi. You want to play together?’
‘Sure!’
She takes her guitar out of the case and starts strumming. I improvise along, and before we
know it, we‘re hitting it off quite well. The songs are easy to follow. I close my eyes and
marvel at my luck. Here I am on the beach singing songs in the sun with this beautiful,
talented woman.
We play for many hours, chatting and laughing in between. I’m getting to know the songs
now and start singing harmonies to the choruses. I have no idea what I’m singing - my
Spanish is non-existant - but it sounds good. When it’s time for lunch and siesta she takes
me to her apartment.
We awake late in the afternoon and she tells me she needs to go to l’Hostel for another
show.
‘Will you come with me?’
‘Sure.’
‘Will you play with me?’
‘On stage?’
‘Yes.’
‘Eh… OK.’
On our way to l’Hostal I become a little nervous. It’s one thing to fool around on the
beach, but something else to perform on stage. But Anna seems to think it’ll work out fine.
When we arrive at l’Hostal she convinces the manager who reluctantly installs another
microphone and we’re off. It takes me a few minutes to get used to the sound and the
people staring at me, but then I close my eyes and the music takes over.
In between songs I look at Anna. She’s enjoying this. We blend into each other, and after a
while it feels like we’re making love through our music. The evening is a success and the
manager asks me if I want to play some more tomorrow.
Word gets around and the next evening it’s more crowded. While Anna sings about ‘her
lover who went to sea and never returned’ I sing something that probably sounds like
‘your mother’s car is broken and the pope is dead’. People laugh a lot, and it adds to the
attraction.

During our third evening of playing together a flamboyantly dressed man walks into the
bar. He moves graciously through the crowd and everybody seems to know him. In
between songs I ask Anna who he is.
‘His name is Carlos. He’s a friend of Dali.’
‘Dali? You mean Salvador Dali, the painter?’
‘Yes.’
Carlos is now looking at me. His eyes are mesmerizing and I’m beginning to feel a little
uneasy. He’s obviously checking me out. I close my eyes and concentrate on the music.
After the show he walks up to the stage to introduce himself.
’Hello, I’m Carlos,’ he says, extending a hand, ‘and you are very entertaining.’
‘Thank you. Gracias.’
‘Would you like a drink?’
‘Gin Tonic, please.’
When the drinks arrive he salutes us.
‘You make a beautiful couple.’
We giggle and blush.
‘Have you heard of Salvador Dali?’
‘Yes, of course.’
‘I would like to invite you to come to his house tomorrow evening to play for him.’
‘Are you serious? You want us to play for Salvador Dali?’
‘Yes, he likes to be entertained every now and then when he has guests. I think he will
enjoy your songs, as they are from the region he was borne.’
‘That’s amazing! Of course we will play for him, right Anna?’
‘Si, claro.’
‘It’s settled then. Tomorrow at eight o’clock I will see you at the main entrance. It’s just
over the hill on the east side of town.’

The next evening we arrive a few minutes early at the gate of Dali’s mansion. I’m wearing
the only decent shirt I brought and Anna has combed her dark curls for the occasion.
Carlos welcomes us and leads us through the mansion.
I try to take it all in. These are the treasures that are so valuable that they didn’t end up in a
museum, I tell myself while squeezing Anna’s hand. I see weird sculptures, lopsided eggs,
bears with jewelry, melting clocks and paintings of beings with elongated limbs.
In the centre of the villa is a courtyard where we meet Dali and his guests. He is dressed
in a long white gown and holds a golden scepter in his right hand. His mustache is curled
up and looks very funny. Gala - his wife - is dressed in black with a large ribbon in her
hair and looks just as outrageous as her husband. There are four other people, but we’re
not introduced.
We set up our instruments and Anna begins to sing one of her saddest and most gripping
songs. Dali recognizes the melody, smiles and leans back on his throne. Now and then he
closes his eyes and plays with his impressive mustache.
I look up into the night sky. The stars are out. This is crazy magical. I can’t believe what’s
happening, but I try not to think. I close my eyes and let the music play.
After thirty minutes Carlos gives us a sign. Time to stop. We pack up our instruments and
walk over to Dali to say goodbye. He kisses Anna’s hand and strokes her hair. Then he
turns to me.
‘You have a Catalan heart.’
‘Thank you sir.’
‘Do you know my work?’
‘Yes sir, I’ve spent a day in your museum in Figueras.’
‘Do you like it?’
‘Yes, very much. I think your art is amazing.’
‘What is so amazing about it?’
‘Eh, it’s like a dream sir, like stepping into a dream.’
‘Yes, life is a dream. Have you seen the melting clocks?’
‘I have.’
‘Do you know what they mean?’
‘No sir.’
‘They mean that time is flexible. You can bend the time.’
My jaw drops.
‘How do you know…?’
He interrupts me by tapping me on the shoulder with his scepter.
‘Goodbye, blue eyed Catalan. Good luck on your mission.’

 3. DADI JANKI
‘Tell your leader, Sir or Ma’am, we come in peace. We mean no harm.
Somewhere out there in the unknown all ET’s are phoning home.’
‘Aliens’ by Coldplay, from their album Kaleidoscope.

Back in Holland I’m immediately pulled into the fast lane of life. My band hits the road
again, and this time we travel through Germany, Spain and Belgium. I miss Anna and write
her postcards from every city. I draw a picture of myself, standing with my guitar in front
of a monument or concert hall. She sends me postcards from Cadaques and Barcelona.
After a year she suddenly stops writing.
I miss her. She has helped me a lot to find joy in music again. It was lovely to play with
her, because the songs were so simple and allowed me to improvise and flow with the
music without thinking. There was no rigid format, no carefully rehearsed steps, not record
company around. Every time we played, the songs were different, fresh, new. She showed
me that good music is not so much about technicality, but about soul, guts and feeling.
My band becomes more of a soul band and we even have a complete horn section at
some point. I feel like Otis Redding stomping away at the good vibes and bumbling beats
of the catchy tunes as we travel from city to city. At some point even Prince shows interest
in producing the band. The years fly by in a wonderful haze of music, excitement, uppers
and downers and loads of fun.
But deep down I’m unfulfilled. Something is missing, but I can’t seem to put my finger on
it. I know it has something to do with my ‘mission’ or ‘assignment’. It has to do with
creating more light, but I haven’t seen Time Bender in years and don’t know how to reach
him. Sometimes I doubt ever having met him at all. Maybe I just made it all up.
But even if I did, this ‘meeting’ did something to me I can’t deny. It triggered something,
something deeper than all the stuff I’m doing right now. There’s just one thing I’m sure of: I
need some time off to do some serious soul searching. I need to slow down, sit still,
unplug and get back to my essence.

One morning I’m on my bike speeding through Amsterdam on my way to a rehearsal. As

usual I’m caught up in my thoughts about the day ahead of me and don’t look around me
much. When I stop to wait at a red light my eye suddenly falls upon a huge billboard that
I’ve never seen before. It’s a large portrait of Time Bender. Underneath his picture there’s
two words: Dadi Janki.
I close my eyes and blink a few times, unwilling to believe what I’m seeing. When I look
up, the billboard is gone. I get off my bike and write down the two words. A week later
I’m at a friend’s house. Arthur is the keyboard player in the band. He’s one of the most
amazing musicians I’ve played with. Technically very skilled, but very childlike and playful
in his approach and never playing a song the same twice. He’s always looking for new
variations. Sometimes this drives me crazy and we clash. But mostly I love it.
Arthur has changed a lot recently. From being a completely chaotic musician with heaps
off unwashed dishes in his sink and a crazy cat tearing at the wall paper, he has turned
into a very together person. He smiles a lot and the dirty dishes are gone. Even his cat is
more zen. Arthur tells me his secret is meditation. I want to know more and over dinner he
tells me about the organization he’s with. It’s called Brahma Kumaris Spiritual University
and the head of the organization is called… Dadi Janki. Bingo!
Next thing I know, I’m on a plane to India. Landing at Delhi airport is a special experience
for me. I instantly feel at home. Even though India is incredibly chaotic, and full of poverty
and strange customs - like the cast system and holy cows blocking traffic - people radiate
a spirituality that I seldom see in the West. Every taxi is a temple, packed with colorful
deities, like the monkey god Hanuman, the elephant god Ganesh, Lord Krishna, Lakshmi,
Narayan, Shankar, Shiva, Parvati, Durga, Boeddha, and even Christ.
Hinduism is a very complex religion, composing of many sub-religions. There’s no central
authority, so every Hindu makes up their own personal belief system. Hindus worship 33
million different gods and deities, have countless scriptures, rituals, priests, monks, yogis,
sadhus, saints, and an endless variety of often opposing do’s and don’ts.
There’s a nice story to illustrate the complexity of Hinduism. A business man from
Mumbai, who was a devout worshipper of Krishna, gets a vision of Krishna and is granted
a wish. He is so overwhelmed, that the only thing he can think of is a bridge between
Mumbay and New York where his daughter is studying.
Upon hearing his wish Krishna becomes silent. After a few moments he says: ‘That’s quite
a lot you’re asking. Do you know how complex it is to build a bridge like that? Is there
nothing else you desire?’
The businessman thinks for a while. Then he says: ‘I’ve been a Hindu for most of my life,
but still don’t understand what it’s all about. Could you explain Hinduism to me, please?’
To which Krishna answers: ‘What color bridge do you want?’
After a few days of getting used to India and Delhi I take a bus to Agra to visit the Taj
Mahal. Just outside of the city I see a man lying on the corner of the road. His legs are on
the street, and to my horror the bus driver doesn’t see him and drives over his legs. I
scream and run to the driver demanding him to stop.
‘Why? What happened?’
‘You just drove over a man!’
‘I didn’t see a man.’
‘Go back, we have to help him!’
He shrugs and drives on. I can’t believe it, and keep telling him to stop and go back.
He ignores me for a while and then says: ‘It was probably a dog.’
It was really hard for me to enjoy the ride after that.

The next day I board a train to Mount Abu, a small village in the Aravali mountains above
the Rajasthan desert. This is where the main ashram of Brahma Kumaris is situated and the
place Dadi Janki is staying.
The two days train ride takes me straight across rural India. For most of the journey I stand
in the open doors marveling at the colorful sites. Women washing their pink, red, orange
and blue saris in rivers, children collecting cow dung for fire, and men selling chai in clay
pots at the train stations.
When I arrive in Mount Abu the ashram feels like an oasis. It’s impeccably clean. People
are all dressed in white and everybody seems to smile and greet each other kindly with
‘om shanti’ - I am peace.
At the gate I am welcomed by Satish, a young brother who shows me to my room. He tells
me it’s a great honor for me to meet Dadi Janki: ’Do you know scientists examined her
brain wave patterns and described them as the most stable mind in the world? She
remained undisturbed while performing complicated mental exercises. She produced
delta waves while she was cooking, eating, giving lectures, doing arithmetical
calculations, talking and sleeping.’
My room has a beautiful view over the mountains surrounding the ashram. In the distance
I see a large lake shimmering in the morning sunlight. I take a bucket shower, put on some
clean clothes, eat some fruit, and make my way to the meditation hall where Dadi Janki
will give a class.
When I arrive the auditorium is already packed with hundreds of yogis apparently in a
state of deep meditation. I feel a bit awkward walking into this peaceful, white crowd,
wearing faded jeans and an orange tie-dye shirt. Luckily Satish is there to save me.
‘Here brother, you can borrow my white shawl. Dadi will be here shortly.’

I sit down, close my eyes, and try to think of nothing. It doesn’t work, and after a few
minutes I find myself looking around the hall at the serene faces. I wish I was able to be so
calm and peaceful.
‘Patience, my friend’ is probably what Time Bender would say.
The lights go on and Dadi Janki walks onto the stage. She looks just like ET in the
Spielberg movie. She has the same funny waddle when she walks and her head is also
much too big for her small body. Her eyes are deep, dark and piercing, seeming to see
everything and everyone at once. And like ET she has these long fingers that keep making
strange movements.
When she sits down, she glances into the crowd, slowly looking at each and everyone of
us. She takes her time, and it feels like a laser beam is slowly heading my way. I’m
becoming a little nervous now, as I’m sure I will be exposed for having the most unstable
mind in the world.
When her eyes meet mine, there’s an instant of panic. She seems to be looking straight
through me, and my careful built image of the cool pop star comes crashing down. I feel
vulnerable, naked. I want to run and get out of the auditorium as fast as I can, but I’m
unable to move. I’m caught in her laser beam gaze.
What happens next, is hard to describe. It feels like all my fears, anxieties, and control
mechanisms fall away at once. I feel free, I am light, pure, blissful energy. Next thing I
know I find myself beaming back at Dadi Janki, tears rolling down my cheeks.

After a few minutes she begins to talk.

‘Om shanti.’
‘Om shanti,’ the people in the auditorium echo.
‘Om shanti is a greeting of peace. When we say om shanti we remind ourselves of who
we really are, deep inside. We are peaceful beings, we are eternal souls, sparks of light
living inside the physical body. Meditation is the art of learning to experience the soul as a
star of light in the centre of the forehead.’
She stops talking to let the words sink in. I close my eyes and try to experience this spark
of light in the forehead.
‘Can you feel that? Can you feel you are this beautiful light being from another world
coming down to Earth to play your role on the stage of life?’
I keep concentrating on the point of light and suddenly feel catapulted out of my body,
traveling away from Earth. I look down and see mountains, lakes, deserts, cities, and
countries becoming smaller. I break through the clouds, like an airplane, and find myself
in a different place. The sun is shining and there are no limits. It’s a vast ocean of peace.
‘This is what it feels like to be reunited with the Source,’ I hear Dadi Janki saying in the
distance. ‘This is what it feels like to come home after a long journey through time and
space.’
I don’t know for how long Dadi Janki goes on talking. I don’t hear any of it. I’m in a
beautiful world of peace and tranquility. I never want to leave. It feels like coming home
again.
When her talk is finished Dadi Janki gets up from her chair and walks to the front of the
stage. She just stands there for a few minutes, looking at each and everyone of us, hands
folded behind her back. She reminds me of a general inspecting the troops. It’s quite
amazing how much authority she radiates. Again her eyes come to rest on mine, this time
for quite a while.
When she walks off the stage, she motions Satish. He hurries over and they exchange
some words. He comes back and sits next to me.
‘Dadi wants to meet you this afternoon.’
‘What? Why?’
‘She didn’t say.’
‘Do you think she found out I have the most unstable mind in the world and wants to
reprimand me for sitting in with you accomplished yogis?’
Satish laughs.
‘Of course not. She may look stern, but she’s very loving. I’ll pick you up a little before
three and take you to her room.’
I check my watch and see that I have just enough time to run down to the village to buy
some white clothes, shave and prepare for the meeting.

When Satish picks me up he takes me to a part of the ashram where the yogis have their
residences. There’s a small courtyard with a shrine in the middle. Satish tells me it’s a
monument in honor of Brahma, the founder, and a favorite place for meditation. At the far
end of the square I see three cottages. The middle one is obviously Dadi’s, because people
are emerging from this building in various states of bliss.
On the porch of the cottage an elderly sister greets me with a smile.
’Ah, welcome. You must be the new brother. Please come in.’
Satish gives me an encouraging nudge and I walk into the room. Dadi is sitting in a chair
and motions me to sit down on the pillow in front of her. She doesn’t say hello. She just
looks at me with those piercing eyes.
‘Thank you for meeting me Dadi. It’s a great honor.’
‘Om shanti.’
‘Om shanti.’
‘You know what this greeting means?’
‘Yes.’
‘Have you experienced its meaning?’
‘Maybe a little.’
‘Good. Peace is the foundation of spiritual growth. Dadi wants you to take the peace you
find here and bring it to the West, so that you can help others experience their original
state of being.’
‘I would like that.’
‘You have a good heart and a lot of courage, but you need practice. You can stay in the
ashram for a while and learn to meditate. Satish can be your teacher.’
‘Thank you.’
She looks deep into my soul again, and I can feel her focussing on the point of light in the
forehead.
’Dadi already knows you have a role to play to help people find their way back home. But
first you need to find your way.’
‘How can I do that?’
‘Meditation teaches you to listen to God, whom we call Shiva, which means point of light.
God has been trying to reach you for a long time, but the line is always busy. He has been
calling to you, but you haven’t been able to hear, because your thoughts were in the way.’
‘God has been trying to reach me?’
‘Yes. He has plans for you. He wants you to ignite the flame inside, but all he got was a
busy signal. He wants you to create more light.’
‘How can I do that?’
‘Don’t ask me, ask Shiva. Learn to be silent, learn to listen. Now go find Satish and ask
him to teach you about meditation and the philosophy of Raja Yoga.’
She reaches inside a jar and gives me some sweets. I thank her and she hands me a slip of
paper. It reads: ’Patience will help you conquer every situation’.
Dadi makes me read it out loud and looks at me with a stern eye.
Then she says: ‘Dadi will check with Sastish if you have been practicing your meditation
every day. If she finds out you haven’t been practicing, she will pull your ears!’
 4. VOYAGERS
‘I have seen UFOs playing tag between the stars many times in the early morning hours.’
Muhammad Ali, three-time Heavyweight Boxing Champion of the World.

The next morning at four I wake up to the sound of a Hindi song blaring out of the
speakers in the hallway. The song is heard throughout the ashram, and serves as a wake up
call for the yogis. Satish told me about these early morning meditations. They’re called
Amrit Vela, meaning ‘nectar of the morning’, apparently the best time to meditate.
If someone had told me that day, I would be getting up at four for the next ten years, I
would have laughed. But that’s what I did. Although I continued to live in Amsterdam, and
only visited Dadi once a year, she had awakened something deep inside: a yearning to
phone home.
The meditation hall is already full of yogis when I arrive a little after four. It’s cold and
most of them are wrapped in blankets. I’m grateful for my woolen underwear and the
shawl Satish gave me. I take a seat in the back of the hall, close my eyes and concentrate
on the point of light in my forehead.
‘I am a soul, a being of light’ I say to myself. After a few minutes I feel a tingling sensation.
It’s as though all my energy is coming together in this one point in the back of my mind.
My thoughts seem very far away, like clouds on the horizon. They’re not gone, but I’m no
longer inside them. I watch them from a distance and find myself smiling. I’m in the eye of
the hurricane.
After a while these thoughts also vaporize, and my mind becomes still. In that very
moment I experience a strong presence, like a sun warming every cell of my body, heart
and soul. I feel lifted beyond the heaviness of the Earth, and experience a golden-red
glow, healing and nurturing me. It feels like bathing in a peaceful ocean of light.
After forty-five minutes a song begins to play and the meditation is over. I could have gone
on for another hour. When I walk out the auditorium I catch the first rays of sunlight
peeping over the mountains. Birds are chirping and in the distance I see monkeys playing
in the trees. It’s idyllic!

At breakfast Satish joins me. He looks radiant, but for him this is probably his natural state.
He’s a special guy, I’m told. He’s allowed to cook for the elder sisters. This is quite an
honor, because the most powerful yogis are often found in the kitchen. The idea behind
this is that everybody eats their food. If they cook with love, everybody eats love. If they
are unhappy, everybody becomes unhappy.
‘Are your ready for your first lesson?’
‘Can’t wait!’
‘Good. Please meet me after breakfast in the courtyard and we’ll go to a special place
where I can teach you.’
When I arrive at the courtyard it’s already bustling with life. New arrivals - mostly dressed
in white - are coming in from all over the world, waiting with stacks of luggage to be
escorted to their rooms or dormitories. Truckloads of food are carried to the kitchens, and
people are constantly cleaning and sweeping, so that the place remains spotless.
Satish greets me with a smile and walks me out of the ashram complex towards Naki Lake,
the large lagoon just outside the complex where tourists paddle in boats, locals wash there
clothes, and pundits perform their rituals. Halfway across the lake, Satish steers us towards
a small path that goes straight up the mountains. We walk for half an hour until we reach
the summit with a glorious view over the Aravali desert.
We sit down on our shawls and Satish points into the distance.
‘There is Pakistan. It’s very close. During the occasional battles between our countries we
could sometimes hear the gunfire from here. I love coming here for meditation. It’s very
peaceful and has a special kind of energy. We call it Baba’s rock. Let’s sit in meditation for
a few minutes before we start.’
He gazes into the distance and becomes quiet. He doesn’t close his eyes, but is obviously
‘lost in love’ as they say. None of the yogis here close their eyes for meditation, which is
very practical, because it allows you to meditate everywhere and anytime.

When Satish is finished with his meditation, he turns to me.

‘I want to tell you a bit about the background of Raja Yoga. Yoga means union, and Raja
means king or highest. So, Raja Yoga means union with the highest, connection with
Source.’
‘The art of phoning home.’
‘Haha, that’s one way of putting it. Home is indeed the place where the Creator dwells. I
would like to tell you about this Creator, and about how creation came into existence. But
first of all you need to understand that time is not linear, as you have been taught in the
West, but cyclical, like the seasons moving from spring to summer to autumn to winter.
Time goes round in great cosmic cycles. So, let me tell you how our cycle of time began
and how our world was created.’
‘All ears Satish.’
‘Once upon a time, in a different dimension than ours, there lived a race of beings. They
were so pure, that they remained in a state of total peace. Their world was very different
than ours. It was made of light. These beings, who were called Sha Ligra’ams, lived
immersed in an ocean of golden-red illumination. They swam in this light, like fish in a sea
of silence. They were composed of light and very small, like micro stars. In the very center
of this ocean of peace dwelt the most incredibly powerful and beautiful being of all. The
name of this being was Shi Vah.’
‘One day a Sha Ligra’am decided that this home was no longer exciting enough for them.
They lacked entertainment, change, happiness. And so he communicated with Shi Vah,
and told him he wanted to explore another world: “Let me take some others with me, and
we shall colonize some further dimension.”’
Shi Vah said: ‘Sweet child, where will you go?’
‘I don’t know. But there must be a world that is worth the effort to explore. We have peace
here, but we have forgotten what it is to experience, to build again from a new beginning.
That is what we desire. Is there such a place we can go to?’

Shi Vah thought for a moment, knowing already what was to lie ahead. And in the pause
of a second he measured the very bounds of eternity in his oceanic mind. Then he simply
said: ‘Yes’.

‘Your desires can only be fulfilled by a physical world with stars and planets,’ Shi Vah went
on to say. ‘There is one place, a planet in a remotest space, a physical world of four
dimensions which has all the beauty you could ask for. Truly, you may turn it into a world
of happiness. Go then, my children, go in sufficient numbers to establish a colony. You
will need space suits, but I shall help you with everything. Go and experience your
happiness and if anything goes wrong, call me.’

‘The children beamed with delight and immediately organized a party of Voyagers, nine
hundred thousand strong, to colonize the far off planet. The Sha Ligra’ams were such an
advanced race that they needed no physical spaceship in which to travel. Merely by their
highly developed thought power, they transferred themselves out of the light world, and
into the strange new dimension. It was the beginning of a long and eventful odyssey, and
the Voyagers would not return to their home of peace for a long, long time.’

‘The Sha Ligra’ams flew in formation through the sea of light, and into a region of white
haze. This was an enchanted region which they knew about. It served as a gateway
between the dimensions. They flew on and entered the world of space and time. Once
there, it was a short journey to their destination, a medium sized planet very much like
our own, except that this planet was in virgin condition. Seas of deep blue, islands lush
with greenery, and unimaginably gorgeous flowers were seen everywhere.’ 

‘There was only one continent on this planet, surrounded by ocean. Due to the angle of
the axis of the planet, it was always springtime. As the Sha Ligra’ams flew in orbit around
their new world, scouting it for its many new and delightful aspects, they realized it was
more wonderful even than their wildest dreams. It was truly paradise!’

‘Gold was the most common mineral present on the planet and the Sha Ligra’ams built
their palaces mostly of this beautiful mineral. Diamonds were also abundant and lay on
the ground in elegant heaps. Rivers ran gracefully through the heart of the land. The planet
rotated, causing a cycle of day and night. It was all very lovely, and so they decided to go
aground immediately.’
‘There was still the problem of survival once within the planetary boundaries. For the
influence of the atmosphere would prevent them from functioning as they could in their
own world. Telepathic communication would be more difficult, and their powers of
teleportation would not work with elements of matter as they did in their world of light.
The leader of the expedition went down first. Yet, even before he had entered the air-filled
atmosphere, he felt a pull, a familiar mental invitation which had so often been sent to
him by his fellow Sha Ligra’ams back home. He followed the line of thought, and there,
on the surface of the planet, he saw two Sha Ligra’ams shining up at him. They were
wearing space suits and had prepared one for him.’
‘The Voyager, whose name was Kri Sha Nah, put on the suit and began to ask a lot of
questions. “What are you doing here?” he asked.’
‘Shi Vah remembered that you would need these suits, so he sent us here as an advance
party to produce them for you. We shall return home shortly. But you have chosen an
excellent location to colonize.’


‘When Kri Sha Nah had gotten used to his new space suit, he began to ride around inside
it. The suit was robot-like but far more beautiful and life-like. It was in the form of a body
very similar to our own, except it was made of the purest elements and suffered no
malfunctions. The suit had two eyes, as do our bodies, and the control room where Kri Sha
Nah sat was located in the forehead, between the eyebrows. There was also a marvelous
computer in the control room, and with that instrument Kri Sha Nah was able to get the
robot suit to act in any way he wished. He soon learned to drive it with grace and
elegance.’

‘All the other Voyagers were provided with these lovely vehicles. It was necessary for them
to remain inside the suits as long as they were in the gravitational field of the planet. But
since these suits were so fascinating and so comfortable, no one complained. In fact the
possession of these material space vehicles was turning out to be the best part of their
expedition. For the bodies enabled them to experience in ways they never had before.
They had truly achieved what they had set out to find: happiness.’

‘Their happiness went on for many millennia. More and more Sha Ligra’ams in the world
of light received inviting thought waves from their brothers in the Kingdom and came
down in order to join the fine goings-on. The population grew steadily from the original
nine hundred thousand, to nearly three hundred thirty million.’
‘Now the palaces had to be built a little less fancy, and silver was used instead of gold.
Eventually there were many little kingdoms instead of one big one, but all were united in
peace under the benign rule of the Emperor. No one attached any special importance to
the space suits whilst meeting each other, because they still felt they were Sha Ligra’ams,
even though they could not see each others any more in their pure form of light.’

‘One day an event took place which was to rock the entire order of peace and happiness.
Vi Karum, who was one of the rulers of that time, called one of his brothers over.’
‘That is a very beautiful vehicle you are riding in,’ he said to his brother, whose vehicle
was of the female variety. ‘I would like to touch it.’
The brother laughed.
‘How can you touch it? Will you come out of your own vehicle to do so?’
‘No, of course not. But let me touch it with my vehicle’s hands.’
‘Vi Karum’s attention became focussed more and more towards the vehicle of his brother.
He simply adored its styling, its contours, its power of movement, its color and decoration.
The brother was becoming increasingly less happy to see this turn of events, because Vi
Karum was no longer paying him any attention. He only wanted to talk about vehicles. He
wanted to see how the vehicle operated. How warm was it? How hard or soft?’
‘As time went on the Sha Ligra’ams began to concern themselves more and more with
these space suit vehicles. Soon the most fashionable game of all was playing with each
other’s vehicles, simply for the sake of the sensations recorded by the computer. But they
had less and less direct contact with each other. They even learned how to let the vehicles
run on automatic pilot while they took naps inside. They forgot about their telepathy
entirely.’
‘One day something happend that changed their lives forever. A vehicle on automatic pilot
spoke to another vehicle without the Sha Ligra’ams inside having induced it to do so. The
computer had taken over and the Sha Ligra’ams were trapped helplessly inside.’
‘The vehicles began re-ordering society. One by one they took over from the weakened
masters, the Sha Ligra’ams, who had been away from home too long, and now lacked the
power of concentration needed to re-assert their mastery over matter. The bodies had
snatched power. The brain computers wished to increase the pleasurable sensations which
they had learned to record, and to this end they made contact with other bodies the
highest priority. The Voyagers were too confused by the massive take-over to react. When
they tried to re-assert their authority, they began to act with more greed, anger and
arrogance. As a result there was more conflict. The brotherhood was broken and the
Kingdom splintered.’

Satish is silent for a long moment. For the first time he doesn’t look happy, but genuinely
upset by this unfortunate turn of events. He looks out into the desert towards the Pakistan
border, where the scrimmages between their countries used to take place. The
brotherhood broken, the Kingdom splintered.
‘The explosion of destructive mental power was so shattering that the continent came
apart from under them. It broke into seven smaller continents. The palaces fell in the orgy
of natural disasters. In their fear and panic the Sha Ligra’ams suddenly remembered their
long forgotten Father who lived in some far off dimension, the immortal, all-powerful Shi
Vah. They began to call for him. And so he sent messengers.’
‘Do you want to come home?’ the messengers asked.
‘Actually, we like it here,’ they responded, ‘but take away our suffering, that’s what we
don’t like.’
‘As time went on, more and more Sha Ligra’ams came down from the world of light to the
planet. Bodies were made for them, but now they were made from physical power rather
than thought power, because the latter had been lost. Many of the new arrivals were quite
popular, because they still possessed fresh powers, whereas those who had been here
long, had already used up a great part of their energies. The new ones reminded the older
colonists of the way it was back home. But most of those who listened were unmoved,
because they had been on the planet too long, and had become set in their ways.’

‘Life was not what the newcomers had hoped it would be. There was no longer any
science and technology, because all that had been destroyed and forgotten. The
inhabitants were now poor, and nature had become cruel. Spring had begun to alternate
with other seasons, and winters were harsh. Instead of one united Kingdom there were
now many isolated groups and cultures, many of whom had forgotten about the existence
of the others.’

‘When a particularly strong Sha Ligra’am would come down with a message from Shi Vah,
the others would be much affected, but they didn’t understand. Ideas about this far away
Father began to abound. They called him I-Shu-Var or Ja-Hu-Bah, and they worshipped
him in different ways. They were sure that he could hear and see everything, but where he
lived had become a mystery. How one could live at all without a body was no longer
understood.’
‘Soon they began to make statues of Shi Vah and of the first leaders. They now believed
that these kings and queens belonged to a superior and mightier race of beings who had
once ruled the planet with supernatural powers, and still determined in a telepathic
manner the happenings in this world from other stars or regions. At some time they would
come again.’

Satish looks at me and says: ’You probably recognize this part of the story, for we now
come to the time we are living in. You see, with all the struggles going on between the
different creeds, wars began to increase. The colonists destroyed each other’s space suits at
ever increasing numbers. Each time a Sha Ligra’am was forced to leave his suit, he
realized again his true identity as a point of light. But by this time he was so attached to
his physical form, that he immediately forgot the truth again upon suiting up in a new
young body.’
‘Those from the world of light came now in vastly growing numbers. All wanted to see
what was drawing the others and to play a part in the big drama which they knew must be
going on down there. They were all curious as to what was going on down there. Soon the
light world was emptied of inhabitants, all except for the supreme leader of the Sha
Ligra’ams, Shi Vah. He did not move, but knew everything that was going on. He waited
until the accurate moment at which he would come into action.’
‘When their planet had become so dark and so devoid of spirituality and all hope seemed
lost, Shi Vah knew his children were finally ready to go home again. He began reaching
out to them through visions and inspirations. He visited them in their dreams and
meditations, and reminded them of who they were and of their lost paradise. He made
them see that the time had come to take off their costumes and go home.’
‘But just as the inhabitants began to recognize themselves and remember their home
beyond the stars, evil had reached a climax and a planet-wide war had begun. Bombs fell
upon the overcrowded cities and whole colonies ended in smoke and ashes. Civil wars
demolished other colonies. Floods, earth-quakes, and other natural disasters took care of
the rest. The Sha Ligra’ams were released from their bodily prisons at last. They all
followed Shi Vah, and flew in formation back to their home.’

‘And so the Sha Ligra’ams lived once more in their unmoving radiance in the sea of peace.
They shone very brightly and they all circled around Shi Vah. Soon they forgot they had
ever been away. None of the Sha Ligra’ams could remember the turbulent events of the
past. It seemed forever that they had been floating in this motionless, undisturbed Ocean
of Silence.’
‘Then one day a child said: “This is not enough. I desire happiness. I want to explore
another world.”’
‘The Father gently eyed his child and in the pause of a second he measured the very
bounds of eternity. Then he simply said: “Yes.”’

 5. MOUNT RAINIER
‘To my mathematical brain, the numbers alone make thinking about aliens perfectly rational.
The real challenge is to work out what aliens might actually be like.’
Stephen Hawking, physicist, author and Director of Research at the Centre for Theoretical
Cosmology, University of Cambridge.

Back in The Netherlands I keep up a yogi discipline. I get up at four for meditation and go
to Raja Yoga centers for meditation, teachings and inspiration. It becomes easier to calm
my mind and connect to my inner world.
My life is changing. I’m less interested in loud music, touring with the band, going to late
night parties and feeding my shoe fetish. My friends see me changing. Some are worried:
is he being brainwashed? Why doesn’t he drink beer anymore? Why is he so serious? Why
doesn’t he eat meat?
But after a while they see that this new life style is doing me good and give me space to
travel deeper into the inner world. I make new friends who are also into meditation and
after a while invite people over to my house to meditate together, usually on Sunday
evenings. These evenings become so popular, that my living room becomes too small.
Others begin opening up their doors for friends and neighbors and before I know it,
people all over the country are opening up their houses for an hour of shared silence.
I also begin to organize meditation flash mobs in the centre of Amsterdam, right across the
famous Rijksmuseum. Each time hundreds of people show up, even in the middle of
winter. During Christmas seven hundred people sit in silence with snowflakes falling from
the sky. A documentary is made and broadcast on national television.
During these yogi years Time Bender was always there, somewhere in the back of my
mind, but I never actually saw him - not even on a bilboard. Then one day he showed up
again, in Seattle on the West-Coast of the USA, of all places. I was staying there for a few
weeks to visit some friends from when I used to live there when I was a kid.
After a few days of hanging around with my buddies, I need some time alone and drive up
to one of my favorite places in the world: Mount Rainier National Park. Mount Rainier is
the majestic volcano looming over the Seattle skyline. It’s magical. I have hiked its slopes
many times with my parents, and still remember its deep blue lakes, dark pine forests,
abundant wild flowers and snowy peaks.
I reach the park around eleven in the morning, park the car, and start hiking up the
mountain to a lake called Mowich. After lunch I look at the map and see that it’s just over
the next mountaintop in the far distance. The path on the map however doesn’t go straight
up, but makes a long detour. I look at the mountain and wonder if I could climb it. There
is no actual path, but it looks easy enough.
I decide to give it a go and begin hiking up the hill. When I reach the ledge an hour later I
see that getting up there is going to take some serious mountaineering skills. Just
concentrate, breathe and don’t look down, I tell myself.
The first steps are easy and I make good progress. The next ones are becoming
increasingly difficult. There is less support I can hold onto and the steps are getting bigger.
I consider going back, but look up and see I have only four or five meters left to go.
Concentrate, breathe and don’t look down.
I take another careful step, but this puts me on a very small ledge with nowhere left to go.
There is nothing to grab, or step on to. I’m stuck. I look down into the canyon and my
head begins to spin. I steady myself by breathing deeply. I calm down a bit and consider
my options. As there is no way forward, I can only go down, but soon discover that this is
much harder. You can’t see where you’re going. You have to feel your way down.
I’m beginning to sweat now and my hands and feet are trembling from the tension of
trying to hold onto the small ledge. Next thing I know I’m tumbling down the cliff and
everything goes black…

When I open my eyes I’m in a log cabin. There’s a fire burning and a familiar face is
looking down at me. It’s Time Bender. It’s many years ago since we last met, but he hasn’t
changed a bit.
‘Hello my friend, how are you?’
‘Time Bender, what happened? Am I dead?’
‘Haha, no you’re not dead. I found you lying on the grass and took you home.’
‘This is your home?’
‘Earth is my home. Tea?’
‘Yes, please.’
‘Chocolate?’
‘Wow.’
He opens a golden box on the table. The chocolates inside have unusual symbols printed
on them. They look like Egyptian hieroglyphs.
‘These are special chocolates. Choose one with a symbol that appeals to you. It will help
you recover from your fall.’
I take one with the symbol of the sun, put it in my mouth and feel a warm rush up my
spine. My back straightens and I feel my ears plopping open. I breathe deeply and my
headache disappears almost instantly.
‘Wow, this is amazing stuff!’
‘Yes, it’s alchemy. It’s the least I could get you to thank you.’
‘Thank me? For what?’
‘For creating circles of light.’
‘Oh that. You’re welcome.’
‘Gaia asked me to convey her deepest appreciation. She wants me to tell you that she
thinks you’re very sexy.’
‘She said that?’
‘Oh, I know people think of her as the Great Mother, the Divine Goddess and all that, but
let me tell you my friend, that she is a hot planet. By far the sexiest I’ve come across.’

While I enjoy the hot tea and eat some more healing chocolates, Time Bender looks at me
with an approving smile. He’s obviously happy with his student, but he isn’t one to let
them rest on their laurels.
‘So, you’ve done well in the department of light. You have learned to travel beyond the
darkness of the planet and found ways to help others do the same. Now, let’s talk about
your next assignment.’
‘My next assignment?’
‘Now that you’ve ventured into the light, it’s time to discover the dark. There is a lot to
learn from the shadow. Allow me to tell you about the dark side. When I am finished, you
can decide if you wish to accept your new assignment.’
‘OK.’
‘Your yogi friends in India taught you about how souls step down from the higher spiritual
dimensions to the lower physical ones. Once inside the time-space matrix the Voyagers
slowly forget their original nature, their home and their Creator. When they reach the end
of the Great Cycle of time they are reminded of their origins once again.’
‘Yes, that’s the story in a nutshell.’
‘Now I’m going to explain this incarnation process in more detail, for there is much more
going on than you realize. You live on a relatively small planet in a relatively small solar
system within a relatively small Galaxy. Still this Galaxy has billions of solar systems and
there are billions of Galaxies in the Universe, all teaming with life. Many of these life
forms have affected your development. I’d like to introduce them to you tonight.’
‘I’m all ears.’
‘To give a brief overview of civilizations that have played key roles in Earth’s development:
900,000 years ago a hydrogen-based life form called the Ceecar, or Alpha-Draconian
Reptilians, developed the first biosphere on Earth, called Eden. This was on the North-
American continent, what is now the New Mexico-Arizona border. These ETs introduced
the first animal and plant life upon the planet, which helped transform the harsh
atmosphere into an oxygen and carbon-dioxide rich environment.’ 
‘They were reptiles?’
’Yes, but don’t let that fool you. The Ceecar are a highly developed race. They were the
first ones in this Milky Way Galaxy to develop interstellar travel about four million years
ago. Because they came here first, they claim to be the rightful owners of Earth. They have
imposed their way of ruling here: a monarchy system with royalty, middelmen and
peasants, similar to what is seen in present-day England and Europe.’
‘While the Ceecar were establishing their dominance upon the planet, other colonists
arrived. Travelers from the Orion star system came around 763,132 BC and established a
biosphere in China. The Vegans arrived around 701,655 BC at the Libyan-Niger border. In
604,003 BC the Cassiopeans, an insect race, settled in Algeria, North-Africa. In 585,133
BC the Niburu settled in Cairo, bringing with them the moon as their satellite base and
establishing their primary base on Mars.’
‘The moon is a satellite base?’
‘It is. To continue with the main ET civilizations that have shaped Earth’s history: in
870,300 BC the Orions sent a team to Perth, Australia. Then the Lyrans returned in the
Basque region of Southern Europe. In 73,414 BC the Orions came to Mt Neblina, Brazil,
and around 79,743 BC the Pleiadians arrived on Earth. Remember, I’m just sketching the
broad outlines here.’
’My goodness, we certainly don’t learn these things in school!’
‘No you don’t and there’s a reason for that. Around 71,933 BC something interesting
happened. Lemuria was founded as a collective colony in the Pacific, composing of
inhabitants from the Lyra system, Sirius A, the Pleiades, Ursa Minor and Nibiru. Later on,
around 57,600 BC, Atlantis was founded, and the Pleiadeans returned.’
‘What happened to Lemuria and Atlantis?’
‘Both were destroyed by war. In 31,017 BC Lemuria fell and in 27,603 BC Atlantis
disappeared under the waves of the Atlantic. In 27,000 BC the Sumerian civilization was
created by the Anunnaki, thereby establishing rulership of Earth under the dominion of the
Ceecar overlords. Recorded history begins. The Anunnaki establish themselves across the
planet, developing their monarchy control system through commerce, religion and politics
- most of which is still active today.’

He gets up from his chair and motions me to follow him. We walk into the cool night air.
The moon is so bright I can see the flowers on the foothills. The slopes of Mount Rainier
seem translucent, lit by millions of stars and planets. I look up and realize for the first time
that I’m not looking at dead rocks, but entire civilizations. For a moment I feel homesick,
and wish I could live amongst the stars again, in touch with my soul brothers and sisters
on other planets.
Time Bender picks up on my melancholy.
‘Sometimes a bittersweet emotion wells up when we gaze into the expanse of the night
sky. It’s because we remember being part of that world too. You have temporarily forgotten
that you are multidimensional, but you have lived and still live amongst the stars my
friend.’
He looks up and opens his arms, as if to envelop the entire Universe in his embrace.
‘You cannot understand the history of mankind, nor the history of Earth, until you are
aware of the part that was played by extraterrestrial civilizations. Together with mankind,
they have written the history of this planet. You, on Earth, are playing out a cosmic drama
of which you have forgotten the original script.’

He points to a constellation of stars.
‘You see that cluster over there? That’s where it all began. It’s the Lyra constellation. That’s
where the first civilizations were seeded.’
‘How did they seed a civilization? Did they make souls?’
‘No. Souls are eternal. They designed vehicles - bodies - just like you make cars to get
around. Once these bodies were to their liking, souls would be able to incarnate and enter
the sphere of Earth.’
‘Who created these bodies?’
‘They’re called the Game Makers. They designed this Game and the conditions that go
with it. They called it the Universe of Forgetfulness: a place where beings would feel
separated from Source and would have to find their way back home. They created a
Universe based on duality. It teaches souls the art of integrating light and dark, so that they
can experience the Creator in all aspects.’

We go back inside again and cuddle up by the fire. Time Bender pours tea and throws
some more logs on the fire. He then goes on to explain the basic rules the Game Makers
set into place to create the Game we’re currently living in.
‘It was to be a Universe of Free Will, whereby each soul would be completely responsible
for their own actions. Self Awareness and Self Determination were to be the main lessons
to learn. Free Will implies a choice and the choice the Game Makers worked into the
Game was ingenious. It wasn’t simply the choice between good and bad, right and wrong,
light and dark, divine and evil. It was the choice between Service to Self and Service to
Others.’
He sighs and smiles, obviously marveling at the brilliance of it all.
‘I so love the ingeniousness of the Universal Dreamer. When they had decided on the
rules they began creating the different levels, dimensions, or densities. The first races were
seeded on planets in the star constellation of Lyra. The Lyrans - a predominantly white
skinned humanoid race - were to play their part from a Service to Others perspective. The
Vegans - predominantly dark skinned humanoids and reptilian races - were to focus on
Service to Self. And so the Game began. More chocolate?’
I pick one with the symbol of a six pointed star. It tastes completely different than the ones
I’ve had so far. It’s very bitter, but empowering and invigorating. Time Bender looks at me
with amusement and takes one himself. He closes his eyes to enjoy the sensation and
continues his story.
‘What the Game Makers had expected happened. The races that were focused on Service
to Self became increasingly aggressive and possessive. The Service to Others civilizations
were becoming their victims and began blaming them for their oppression. The polarity
began to grow and the first major conflicts took place. Eventually two great factions arose
from this polarity integration game. These factions, each representing a different side of the
spectrum, have been fighting it out in this Universe ever since. Their struggles and battles
have rippled out onto all layers of existence. The wars you’ve been fighting on Earth are a
direct consequence and reflection of the wars in space.’
He looks at me and checks if I’m still paying attention.
‘So, who do you think are the bad guys and who are the good guys in this scenario?’
‘Well, I would guess that the Service to Others races are the good guys. They’re not
focussed on their own gain, but more attuned to the whole.’
‘Yes, that seems logical, but in reality the division between the good guys and the bad
guys is not so neatly cut. It’s much more subtle. What happened is that the Service to
Others factions became tyrannical and imperialistic. They were always trying to “save”
others and impose their “right” ways onto those whom they labeled as “wrong”. Even
though they thought they were doing the right thing, they failed to understand that this
attitude goes against the basic rules of the Game of Life: Free Will and Self Determination.’
‘Over time the different factions mingled and interbred, so it became even more unclear
as to who were wearing the white hats and who the black. Within every civilization there
are beings who are genuinely loving and kind, and there are those who are deviant and
self centered. But most of all beings are mixed in their attitude and change from day to
day, just like you do on Earth.’

‘As the polarized environment increased and the conflicts got worse, the star-races began
to see that they had to find a way to integrate the polarities, instead of creating more
extremes. So, an experiment was set up. They seeded a planet with races from both
polarities and hoped that these beings would - under their guidance - go through an
ascension process where they would learn to respect their differences and resolve the
conflict once and for all.’
‘Did it work?’
‘No. The result was disastrous. The planet they had seeded, called Apex Planet, was
destroyed in a nuclear war.’
‘Oops.’
‘Yes, oops. Earth is the third grand experiment to seed a planet in order to resolve the
polarities. That’s why the whole Universe is watching. Hopefully this will be the final
experiment. You are working out a cosmic theme that started eons ago. You are attempting
to heal ancient conflicts by bringing these issues up in contemporary times. If you can
understand that, and learn from earlier mistakes, the Game of Life will evolve to a higher
level. If you are able to solve the puzzle, you will help your forefathers move on and
integrate their beings into the whole again. You are the ones who can make this happen.
You are the ones we have all been waiting for.’
‘So, the third grand experiment to solve the polarities is happening right here, right now
on Earth?’
‘Yes. It was an idea the Lyrans came up with it. They proposed to seed a planet with beings
who were not polarized, like they themselves were. These beings had to be innocent, like
children. This episode is remembered in your Bible as the Garden of Eden. The Lyrans
were supported by almost all races, but worked especially closely with the Sirians and the
Pleiadians to create the human race.’
‘So, they are our ancestors?’
‘Yes, the Lyrans are like your fathers. They are authoritarian and like to rule. The Syrians
are like your mothers. They have genuine love for you, have helped you on many
occasions to free yourselves from the controlling Lyrans, but have frequently overstepped.
The Pleiadians are like your elder brothers and sisters. Their genetic structure is very
similar to that of Earth humans, because at critical points in the development of the proto-
human genetic material from the Pleiadians was inserted.’
My mind is spinning, and not just because I fell down a cliff a couple of hours ago. My
brain is feverishly trying to fit in these new concepts in my old way of thinking. Time
Bender hands me a very dark pastil with two pyramids on it. It brings clarity in my foggy
brain. I smile and relax. He carries on.
‘The only way to keep humans from becoming polarized was to prevent them from having
knowledge of good and evil. Humanity was forbidden to eat from the Tree of Knowledge.
The ruler who was assigned to keep humanity in the dark in these days was called
Yahweh.’
‘Yahweh is another name for God, right?’
‘Yahweh was no god. He was an extraterrestrial. All the gods humans have worshipped
throughout the ages were extraterrestrials.’
‘God is an ET?’
’The Old Testament is mostly about Yahweh. This Lyran overlord was of the Service to
Others orientation and thought he was doing his subjects a favor by keeping them
ignorantly blissful in his Eden Paradise.’
‘The Bible says it was the Devil who tempted humanity to eat from the forbidden fruits.’
‘You were not tempted by the Devil, but by the Sirians who were working with the Lyran
group. After a while they became opposed to the Lyran idea to keep humanity in the dark
about their true origins. They felt this was not in accord with the basic rights of every being
in the Universe: Free Will and Self Determination. So, they decided to intervene and offer
humanity a choice. They introduced you to the Tree of Knowledge.
‘They saved us from Yahweh’s dictatorship?’
‘Yes, and they also did something else - something that is of great consequence to you
now. They secretly inserted a latent DNA code within the human cells. This code is
triggered by an accelerated vibration that occurs when a civilization begins to evolve. As
Earth accelerates toward Fourth Density this code is activated. When you reach a certain
vibratory frequency as a race the code is triggered. You wake up to your Galactic history
and return to the Tree of Life.’
‘The Tree of Life?’
‘Yahweh wanted to keep humans separate from the Tree of Life, meaning they were not
allowed to intermingle with other species and learn from them. Humanity was
quarantined and not to know about their brothers and sisters on other planets. When
Yahweh discovered that humans chose Free Will and Self Determination over staying
ignorant in Eden, he showed the other side of Service to Others. He became the angry,
vengeful god as described in the Old Testament. All hell broke loose and humanity was
thrown out of paradise.’

He looks at the clock.

‘Let me now tell you about your assignment and what you are up against. Right now you
are still under influence of the Ceecar, Anunnaki and Negative Sirians. They still consider
you to be their slave race and source of nourishment. They are also becoming increasingly
afraid. They fear that as humans ascend into the Fourth Dimensional spectrum, and they in
turn move into the Third Dimension, it will destroy them. Their karma will catch up with
them. So, they are doing everything they can to keep you docile and ignorant by means of
the media, governments, churches, business corporations and just about any other
organization that has any power.’
‘So what can I do about all this?’
‘You need to become knowledgeable about the evil forces. You need to understand the
dark side of the Game. Furthermore you need to solve the riddle of integrating the
polarities, activate the codes to the Living Library and keep the Ceecar, Syrians, Lyrans,
Anunnaki and all other races that want to control you, off your back.’
‘Is that all?’
‘I’m glad you are taking this lightly. It is - after all - just a game.’
He leans back in his chair and sizes me up.
‘So, after hearing all of this, do you still wish to accept your next assignment?
‘I do.’
‘Very well then. I will set up a meeting with the Devil.’
‘I’m going to meet the Devil?’
‘You’re going to meet the Angel of Destruction.’

 6. ALLOYA
‘The only thing that scares me more than space aliens, is the idea that there aren’t any space
aliens. We can’t be the best that creation has to offer. I pray we’re not all there is. If so, we’re in
big trouble.’
Ellen DeGeneres, comedian, television host, actress.

Five weeks later I find a postcard on my doormat. It says: ‘Saturday, 9 AM, Noordermarkt,
best apple pie.’ It’s signed by Time Bender. I think I know what Time Bender means by
‘best apple pie’. There is a cafe on Noordermarkt, called Winkel 43, that serves amazing,
self baked apple pie.
I’m exited to meet Time Bender again, but also a little worried, as my next assignment will
be a meeting with the Devil. I’m not exactly looking forward to that. When I arrive at the
cafe a little before nine Time Bender isn’t there yet. Five minutes go by, ten minutes,
fifteen. Still no sign of him. I’m beginning to get a bit worried. Why isn’t he here? Wrong
cafe?
The only other customer is a woman, probably somewhere in her early forties. I can’t see
her eyes as she’s wearing dark sun glasses. She has bright red hair, is dressed in black and
appears to be smiling at me.
‘Are you waiting for someone?,’ she asks.
‘Yes, I am. But it looks as though he’s not coming.’
‘That’s too bad.’
I take another look at her and suddenly it hits me! Maybe Time Bender isn’t coming at all.
Maybe he just set up a meeting with this lady. But that would mean that… she is the
Devil!
‘Sorry, this is going to sound weird, but the man I’m waiting for told me he was going to
introduce me to the Devil. You’re not by any chance the Lord of Darkness, are you?’
She takes off her glasses and I look into two beautiful blue eyes.
‘Do I look like the Devil to you?’
‘No, not really. Sorry.’
‘My name is Alloya, and I might be the one you’re waiting for. Would you like some
coffee?’
‘Yes, please.’
‘Apple pie?’
‘Yes, please.’

Alloya is highly attractive, especially her eyes. I keep wanting to look into them, drown in
them, loose myself in them. I try not to stare too much. She must have noticed, because
she smiles and winks. I almost melt, but luckily coffee and pie arrive at that same moment.
’So, tell me about the man you were waiting for.’
‘His name is Time Bender. I met him when I was young, many years ago at the premiere of
a movie in Amsterdam. Five weeks ago I ran into him again, this time in America. He told
me about the history of the Earth and the Universe, and about a mission I need to
accomplish. I’m not sure what it all means and was hoping to meet him today. I still have
so many questions.’
‘Maybe I can help.’
‘You know about these things?’
‘I do. I remember everything from the beginning.’
‘Everything? How is that possible?’
‘I was there.’
‘You were there at the beginning of time?’
‘Yes. You see, time is not what you might think. It’s not lineair, as we’re taught. Most
people think that this life is the only one we have. This is not so. We live on many levels of
existence and in many time frames, all at the same time.’
‘So, you’re saying that we are not only here in this cafe right now, but - as we speak - also
in other lives in different dimensions?’
‘Yes, we are living in many forms on different planets and spheres.’
‘How do you know this?’
‘I told you: I remember.’

She takes a bite of her apple pie and rolls her eyes.
‘This is amazing stuff,’ she says with a British accent and a hint of cockney.
‘I know, it’s famous,’ I say trying to avoid her eyes.
We enjoy our apple pie for a few moments, and then I ask her: ‘Alloya, if we live on many
different dimensions, is it possible to get to know these others selves?’
‘Yes. That is in fact exactly what I’ve been doing for the last nine years. I’ve acquainted
myself with my other selves, and integrated them into who I am.’
‘How did you do that?’
‘I traveled through the different dimensions to familiarize myself with each and every one.
At first it seemed these beings were alien to me. They thought differently, acted differently,
looked differently. But as I got to know them better, I came to see they were actually parts
of me. They were me. I began to integrate my forgotten selves and became whole again in
the process.’
‘How does this process work?’
‘I was able to read my soul’s records. I was shown the history of each ones adventures in
the Universe. I had to learn the lessons and gain the skills of each one. As this process
continued I became aware that I was activating dormant star codes which were hidden in
the DNA.’
‘Time Bender also spoke about codes that need to be activated in order for us to ascend. Is
that what you’re talking about?’
‘Yes. These codes look a bit like complex snowflake patterns. Over time I was able to
integrate all the star codes of the different races, species and entities that make up my
multidimensional identity. I realized that I had come to Earth to find a way of healing and
rescuing fallen races which were running out of time to heal their karmic imbalances
before the End Game.’
‘What? Are you saying life is going to end?’

She doesn’t answer, but sips her coffee. Then she looks straight at me. I feel like drowning
again. It’s like a vast space opens up. Her eyes have obviously seen things I can only
imagine. I want to know more, but looking into her eyes makes it difficult to think, let
alone ask a coherent question. She saves me by speaking first.
’Did Time Bender tell you about what Gaia is doing right now?’
‘He said she was raising her frequency.’
‘Yes, this is part of a Galactic event that is going on. The Universe has been called into
completion. A big part of the preparation for such an event demands the healing of
imbalances. We are being called to move into true harmony.’
‘That sounds like a lot of turbulence.’
‘Yes, but don’t worry, this is a good thing. It’s a beautiful thing. And besides, you came
prepared. You were trained for this.’
‘You people seem to know more than I do. What training are you talking about?’
‘You are in the process of integrating the energies and codes of your various selves here
into the human experience. As you integrate your selves and activate your star codes, you
will remember who you are and why you are here on Earth at this important time.’
‘Isn’t that what every generation says about their time?’
‘Many ancient civilizations have spoken about this specific period. There’s a
consciousness shift happening within the human collective, a shift into a new way of
being. We are waking up and are beginning to experience the many levels of existence.’
‘But why now?’
‘We have been locked into only perceiving the Third Dimension for a long time. We have
been indoctrinated to believe that this is all there is. As Gaia raises her frequency, we are
waking up and becoming conscious multidimensionally.’
‘How are we locked into the Third Dimension?’
‘Our senses are being controlled by an electromagnetic grid which permeates our world.
This grid creates the illusion in which we live. Our consciousness is limited and
controlled. It gives us false ideas about who we are. Through these belief systems we are
herded along a corridor of just Three Dimensions and only see one small bandwidth of
Universal reality.’

I used to think people who talked like her were a bit paranoid and had gone too far into
conspiracy theory thinking. But with Alloya I’m not so sure. She doesn’t come from dogma
and theory. She’s not trying to convince me, or prove anything. She’s simply sharing her
experience and it’s hard to argue with that.
‘Our planet was highjacked thousands of years ago. This was not supposed to happen and
interfered with the natural human evolution. We, as a species, were tampered with by
races who were far advanced compared to us. They were masters in genetic engineering
and changed our genetic code to fit their agenda.’
‘Why was this was not supposed to happen?’
‘There is a law in the Universe of non-interference. This states that one species cannot
interfere with the evolution of a less evolved species. However, there are always beings
who do not abide by laws. We are currently living in an artificial control matrix and have
been for half a million years.’
‘That’s a long time.’
‘It may seem long to you, but for those controlling us, this is not long. The very beings that
created this prison are still around today.’
‘They live that long?’
‘Yep.’
‘How does this control system work exactly?’
‘There is a barrier of energy set around the planet which - when we pass through on our
way to Earth, or move away at death - wipes our memories and prevents us from accessing
information about who we were before coming here. It keeps us in a loop: we have the
memory of past lives erased, and along with that the lessons we may have learnt.
Therefore we are destined to repeat the same mistakes over and over.’
‘But that’s criminal!’
‘As I said, Earth has become a prison planet. The energetic fence around the planet
prevents information and awareness to come into our human reality from other
dimensions and other places in the Universe. We are held under a hypnotic trance and
therefore only operate with minimum awareness.’

She sighs and looks out the window. The sun is shining. Amsterdam looks beautiful. It
seems to brighten her mood.
’But something is changing now, something is shifting. There is a pulse of energy coming
from the Galactic Core which is weakening the barrier. That’s why more information is
coming through. We will see an awakening due to the dissolving of this barrier.’
‘What will that look like?’
‘Through the weakening of the barrier star codes will be able to pass through without
distortion. Each star code is a map, a set of instructions and co-ordinates enabling us to
travel the multidimensional Universe. As each self and its star code settles into you, you
see the Tree of Life building. That’s the reason why we are here. It’s to activate these codes
within ourselves, and seed them into Earth. Gaia needs to be able to read them to
complete her journey of transformation.’
‘How do we activate the codes?’
‘We do that by walking the Earth in complete incarnation. We need to reach completion
and anchor ourselves into the Gaian matrix which creates Earth reality. Our full presence
upon the planet can trigger a transformation of consciousness and vibrational perspective
allowing all on Earth the ability to see into other dimensions.’
She takes the last bite of her apple pie and looks at mine. I can’t believe I’ve hardly
touched it. I usually devour it in seconds. Her story and her eyes have kept me in another
kind of hypnotic trance.
‘What will happen when we become fully present and completely incarnated on Earth?’
’We will begin to experience ourselves as separate and unified at the same time. This has
never occurred in a species of a physical nature before. Never before have the Fourth and
Fifth Dimensional energy been animated within a body of such density. That is why we are
of such interest to all concerned. We are right in the middle of an amazing experiment.’
‘So how did you and I get mixed up into all of this?’
‘Gaia sent out a request for volunteers to come to Earth and incarnate into the human
story to aid her from within the system. We responded. We volunteered.’
‘We volunteered to come to Earth to download the star codes, experience ourselves as
multidimensional beings, undo the electromagnetic grid, shake off the controlling
overlords and assist humanity in ascending to Fourth Density consciousness?’
‘Yes, that sums it up nicely. Piece of cake, right?’
‘More like a piece of apple pie.’

She looks out of the window again. It’s sunny out, the first warm day of spring. A well
known Dutch writer invented a name for this day: Rokjesdag. Skirt-day. It’s the first day of
the year that women wear skirts again, their white legs not yet used to the warmth of the
sun.
’Wanna go for a walk?’
‘Yes!’
We stroll along the famous Negen Straatjes in the Jordaan district. Originally a working-
class neighborhood, the Jordaan has become one of the most expensive, upscale locations
in the Netherlands. It’s home to many art galleries, particularly for modern art, and is also
dotted with funky second hand clothing shops and vintage stores. The famous Anna Frank
house is here and Rembrandt spent the last years of his life in this area. After having
played the tour-guide for a while, I ask her about how all this started for her.
‘I had many experiences with extra-dimensional beings when I was a child. I would sit on
the window sill of my room looking at the stars, calling out to what I thought was my
family. The stars would then begin to spiral, and from the centre of my vision a portal of
light would open. Then a face would appear, which was the face of the Zeta.’
‘The Zeta?’
‘They are a race who live on all Twelve Dimensions of the Universe. They are very
advanced, but do not have an individual consciousness. They are a group consciousness
and help evolving planets and systems. They sometimes present themselves to us as the
Greys.’
‘Did they abduct you?’
‘No, but they did take me with them. We would fly down the road from our house and I
would be able to look into people’s bedrooms when they were sleeping. Somehow I could
see through walls. Sometimes I would go on board their ships which were controlled by
thought. I remember being taught how to pilot a small craft. In order to fly it I had to keep
myself in a balanced state of thought and emotion.’
She went through a rough period as a teenager when she found out that not everybody
was like her. She tried to turn off her sensitivity, but became very unhappy.
‘This all changed when I was twenty one. I received a massive download of information
about who I was and what I was doing on Earth. This download continued for several
weeks and kickstarted a process of soul integration which took nine years to complete. My
awareness opened fully. I healed and transformed myself to the point where I can go out
into the world and teach others.’
‘I’m a lucky guy.’

Late in the afternoon I escort her to her hotel and inquire about her plans.
‘I don’t have too many plans. I did what I came to do.’
‘Haha, you certainly did. But I wasn’t inquiring about your Galactic endeavors. I was just
asking about tomorrow’
‘We could meet tomorrow.’
‘Want to go to the beach?’
‘Sounds good.’
‘10.00 AM?’
‘Wonderful.’
‘I’ll pick you up.’

 7. LUCIFER
‘I’m sure the universe is full of intelligent life. It’s just been too intelligent to come here.’
Arthur C. Clarke, science fiction writer, inventor, television series host.

The next morning Alloya greets me with a hug. I’m glad to see it’s also Rokjesdag for her.
She hops in the car and we head through the morning traffic towards the highway which
takes us in the direction of Haarlem, close to the beach. It’s a forty minute drive and we
chat most of the way about the scenery - we drive through the famous tulip district - and
about Amsterdam. After twenty minutes we turn off the main road and drive into a small
village called Overveen.
‘There’s an old mansion here where I used to organize meditations,’ I tell her. ‘It’s called
Duinlust. The owner wanted to turn the estate into a spiritual community. It has great
facilities: a restaurant, grand kitchen, sauna, beautiful marble hall and grand staircases.
Wanna see it?’
‘Sure.’
We drive up to the mansion and get out of the car. The front door is closed. The place
looks deserted, not a soul in sight.
’It’s strange place,’ I tell her. ‘We never seemed to get anything off the ground - as though
we were constantly sabotaged in our efforts. For a while I even thought the place was
haunted.’
‘It could be.’
‘Yes, that’s what I thought too. So one day I invited a friend to take a look. She’s very
sensitive to energies. She didn’t like the place at all. When we walked up the stairs she
suddenly stopped dead in her tracks, turned pail and ran back down.’
‘What’s wrong?’ I said, running after her.
‘Didn’t you see that? There was a woman at the top of the stairs.’
‘I didn’t see anything.’
‘She was like a witch, dressed in black, shouting at us to go away and never come back.’
‘Interesting,’ says Alloya. ‘Do you know who that lady is?’
‘I think I do. I did some research. The house was built by Johanna Jacoba van de Velde.
She was the widow of a banker called Willem Borski and was so rich, that she almost
singlehandedly prevented our country from going bankrupt. When things were looking
bad for the economy, she bought so many shares of the Dutch National Bank, that she
more or less owned the country for a while.’
‘Yes, the elite have been ruling our world and have been doing so for many, many
generations.’
’You see that mansion over there in the distance? That’s where Johanna Jacoba used to live.
This place was just her summer residence. The other place is twice the size of this one
with amazing gardens and an Orangerie. It’s called Elswout, and if you think this mansion
feels creepy, you should take a look at that one.’
‘Why not? I was thinking of telling you a story that goes well with a haunted house.’
We get in that car again and drive over to Elswout.
‘So, what happened to Mrs. Borski?,’ Alloya asks.
‘After she died her son inherited the place. He too was called Willem Borski and a well
known banker, like his father. Duinlust became the residence of his eldest daughter who
was also called Johanna Jacoba. She was married to her nephew, a guy called David van
der Vliet.’
Alloya smiles a little sarcastically.
’Do we notice a pattern here? They all have the same names and they interbreed within
their family. This is something I’ve come across often in my studies of the family lines of
the elite. It’s a closed system. There’s a reason for this, which has to do with keeping their
genetic lineage intact.’
‘Why is that important to them?’
‘We are being ruled by beings who are not human in nature. The only way for them to
keep their race alive, is to keep their DNA as pure as possible. That’s why they interbreed.
They are technologically incredibly advanced, cold blooded and masters at mind control.’
‘Are they the Draconian Reptilian race that Time Bender told me about?’
‘I call them the Lizzies.’
We turn into a dirt road and up ahead the mansion becomes visible on the hill.
‘Can you believe that some years ago the house was for sale for just one euro?’
‘Really, why?’
‘I think because it was falling apart. Or maybe because of the dead tree that’s been
standing in front of the house forever. I don’t know.’
‘Let’s sit under that tree. It’s the perfect spot for what I want to tell you.’

We settle down on the grass and make ourselves comfortable. I look at the tree over our
heads.
‘I can’t understand why it’s still standing here, Alloya. It’s been dead for as long as I can
remember.’
‘Maybe it didn’t really die. Maybe it just looks dead. Are you afraid of death?’
‘I know life goes on in some form or another, but I’m not sure I’ll remember that when my
time comes.’
‘There’s a plant that can help you with overcoming fear of death. Have you heard of
Ayahuasca? It’s a brew the South-American Indians have been using for thousands of years
to access higher realms of consciousness. They consider it to be the mother of all
medicines. Ayahuasca shows you all sides of life, the ugly and the beautiful, the healing
and the dying, the light and the dark.’
‘I’ll have to try that sometime.’
‘Yes, but the plant is already in contact with you. She has singled you out for work
because she knows you have the keys to certain doors in the labyrinth of the underworld.’
‘A plant has singled me out?’
‘Yes, a plant. People underestimate the intelligence of nature. Now, let me tell you the
story I’ve been dying to tell you.’
‘All ears.’

She straightens her back, closes her eyes for a few seconds, breathes deeply and then
starts talking.
’This is a story of two lovers who were birthed out of the Void. They were the most
powerful rays ever created. One of them expressed the positive – the light. The other
expressed the negative – the dark. The Universal Dreamer, who had birthed these rays,
watched in awe as they interacted with each other, creating a dynamic exchange, merging
and separating again and again. Their beauty was breathtaking. Their radiance
mesmerizing, iridescent, illuminated from an internal source. The energetic patterns of
light they made resembled the bodies of winged angels.’
She smiles, obviously remembering the scene.
‘They were birthed as part of an experiment. The idea was to create a place of such
density, such darkness, that the love of the Source could not penetrate. Such a place did
not exist anywhere. In the entire Universe there was not a planet where the inhabitants did
not realize that within each and every one of them, they held the key to all life, the
original seed from the Source.’
‘So it was decided that one of the angels was to leave to go on a journey of discovery to
create a place of forgetting. The other would stay behind in the light planes, holding the
idea of the other’s true form, in readiness for a time when it, too, would dive into the
dimensions below to reunite with the other.’
She closes her eyes again to remember better.
‘One of the angels stood poised on the edge, readying itself for its leap into the unknown.
Male in energy, he proudly stretched and flexed his mighty wings to take flight. His name
was Lucifer, the Bright Morning Star. Fearless and strong he excitedly awaited his descent
into the cloudy realms below. She, with bated breath, watched and waited. She, too, was
excited and eager to watch the splendor that this challenge would create.’
‘Lucifer was to fall as fast and as long as he could, until he hit upon a dimension that was
so dense, that it was capable of housing the place of forgetting. He was to sleep and
clothe himself in the matter, becoming dense in form, taking the light into a place that
would forget its origins. All that lived upon this planet would live a strange life devoid of
the light of the Source.’
‘With one final loving glance Lucifer spread his wings and dove from the precipice. At first
he rode the currents of energy. The dimensions below pulled and tugged at his wings. He
tried to ride them but, much to his dismay, the currents beneath the shallows were
overwhelming. He soon realized that he was being pulled into the unknown.’
‘She watched with curiosity, but as the distress and anguish began to show on his face,
she, too, realized what parting really meant. She reached out to touch him, longing to
hold him once more. Her hands of light passed straight through his body, already denser
in form. No longer were they of the same kind.’
‘Lucifer kept falling, deeper into the murky depths, spiraling down like a stone into a pool
of still water. The clouds of density forming around him suffocated him as they ripped at
his very soul. He was ill prepared for what awaited him.’
‘Out of control his fragile heart pounded in his chest. The density closed in about him and
the forgetting took over until he seemed like a diamond trapped within a solid and hard
rock. The dreams of forgetting surrounded him until his awareness began to become
sleepy and with one last conscious thought, he fell asleep. Now he resembled a dark
mass. He slept here, dreaming until he would be awakened within once more.’

She stops talking because a man is approaching, holding a shiny object which he is
pointing at us. He is tall, has black hair, dark eyes and wears a raincoat. He looks kind of
menacing. Suddenly I realize that the object in his hand might be a gun! My heart almost
stops. I want to warn Alloya and run, but it’s too late. He’s already standing in front of us.
‘Could you please take my picture?’
He hands me the shiny object, a large camera.
‘Eh, sure, no problem.’
I get up, take the camera from him and aim the lens. He steps back a little, so that I can
catch him with the mansion in the background. When I press the button, he raises his right
hand and makes a strange gesture.
He walks over to me, takes the camera, bows slightly and walks towards the mansion. He
then opens the front door and disappears. I look at Alloya with large eyes. She hasn’t
moved.
’Did you see what he did with his hand? That was so weird!’
‘I did,’ she says. ‘Do you know what the gesture means?’
‘No.’
‘It’s the sign of the Devil. Satan worshippers recognize each other through these
hand signals. Most of them originate from ancient secret societies, like the Freemasonry.’
‘Is Satan the same being as Lucifer?’
‘No. Satan is an invention of humans. Lucifer is not evil. Lucifer was not banished from
the Heavens as we’ve been told. He volunteered to go.’
‘So he’s not the Devil?’
‘He is now, but he wasn’t always like this. He too once bathed in the love and light of the
Source of all creation. He too knew himself as an aspect of God. God has many faces.
Lucifer’s job was to hold the forgetting. And Lucifer was not alone. One third of the angels
followed him, the brave and curious aspects of God, falling into the darkness - the
unconscious part of God’s creation - to help manifest a space for the intense growth of all.’
‘And this place was Earth?’
‘Yes, the idea was to create a planetary body capable of holding an energy that would
isolate the planet from the love of the rest of the Cosmos. This isolation would enable the
inhabitants to grow and evolve and learn through all possibilities whether good or bad.
Lucifer would sleep in the centre of this soon to be planet, holding an energy that would
allow the plan to be implemented.’

She closes her eyes again, looking back in time.

’While Lucifer lay sleeping and dreaming, a strange phenomenon began to occur. As the
veils wrapped around him like blankets, his energy created level upon level of reality. As
the process proceeded, the levels became denser and denser, creating more and more
levels of forgetting.’
‘Why was Lucifer sleeping?’
‘To sleep is to forget, to become an unconscious creator. We, human beings on Earth, live
in a dream we think is real. That’s why spiritual enlightenment is called waking up.’
‘So Lucifer was dreaming a new reality based on forgetfulness?’
‘That’s right. His dreams became realities as they incarnated into physical bodies of Gaia’s
making. Characters began to form. His dreams became denser and denser, perverted by
the energies he had created around himself. Deserted, desolate, lost and alone, his only
comfort an insatiable desire for power, blood and death that would somehow help to fill
his vacant heart.’
‘He had begun to change. His face was now even unrecognizable to himself. It had
become that of the Devil, a black and hard mask of illusions - contorted, evil, hideous.
Black lifeless pupils blocked all light. He surrendered to the harshness of the environment
and fulfilled his mission to create darkness, evil and death.’

Dark clouds move in front of the sun and a chilly wind begins to blow. I look upon at the
sky and zip up my coat.
’Time Bender told me I would have a meeting with Lucifer as part of my next assignment.
The way you describe him, I’m not sure I can handle that.’
‘Yes, meeting Lucifer is very frightening.’
‘How do you know? Did you ever meet him?’
‘Yes. It happened a couple of years ago on a dark evening. Together with some friends we
were standing on a hill overlooking St. Michael’s Mount in the Bay of Penzance. That’s in
Cornwall, England. It had been dark and rainy all day. Many were disappointed because
we were there to witness the solar eclipse. The rain beat down hard against our faces
while black clouds billowed and swirled above our heads. The Mount looked dark, a rock
in the middle of the sea, with the castle atop its summit. Many of us had had dreams
about the tunnels and caves under the Mount that could only be accessed from under the
sea. I’d had dreams where I saw that it was the home of Lucifer, and the portal into the
Underworld.’
‘Suddenly the light changed to strange pale silver. The eclipse was happening. Birds
squeaked and squawked, and dogs barked. This surprised us as we had been told that in
the moment of eclipse, all is silent. I began to shake. A strange energy was beginning to
rise. Many were scared. Out from behind the Mount rose the darkest, blackest cloud in the
form of an angry dragon. It circled the Mount three times before moving off above our
heads to the west. As it merged with the other dark clouds, a strange and cleansing wind
blew through us. Not around us, like normal wind, but through us. Then I knew he was
coming.’
‘Lucifer was coming?’
‘He was coming. I can’t say that I physically saw him, but I didn’t need to. Feeling him
was quite enough. The fear was impressive. My body shook and I involuntarily made this
strange pining sound like an animal does when it’s really scared. And I couldn’t stop
making the sound. It felt like I was going to die which was scary in itself, but what was
more scary, was that I feared that he would devour me.’
It’s starting to rain now, but Alloya doesn’t seem to notice.
’I was on the edge like never before. I felt I had to bring the Light of Truth into the darkest
place in the Universe: the home of Lucifer. It felt like not only did my life depend on my
success, but symbolically the success of a new planet coming into creation for all of us in
the future was on my shoulders. Near to annihilation was how it felt. I had nowhere left to
turn. I had to face him. So, face him I did.’
‘What happened?’
‘The most incredible thing. I saw him as God! It was so simple. I felt the love. It was pure,
and it was mine to give, my divinity. Not only did my soul face and love its enemy, but so
did my ego. I recognized him and loved him on all levels. I was overjoyed, we embraced,
we hugged, we became one. It was the most intense healing. Then I heard angels sing. I
could literally hear them. It was so beautiful.’
A tear rolls down her cheek. The rain has stopped.
‘Did the other people also witness these events?’
‘Everyone sat around me, wide-eyed and staring. They too were experiencing something
profound. We sat there for a very long time. Then someone said: “He’s gone. He’s free,
and we can play now.” It was a six-year-old boy.’

The dark clouds that were blocking the sun move on and it becomes warm again. She
looks up at the sky, and wipes the tears from her eyes. She is silent for a while and we
enjoy the sun. Then she continues.
‘My meeting with Lucifer changed everything. I had a new vigor. I could feel this
incredible power entering me. Light filled my whole body. I was experiencing myself as
God, an intrinsic part of all creation. I could feel the consciousness of all the elements
around me moving through my body. The awareness grew and grew. I could feel my aura
becoming so large, that it was starting to incorporate the entire planet. I understood and
experienced that I was God, and created all that I could experience.’
‘Did the experience last?’
’No, it didn’t. That’s the painful part. Over the next few days I came down in vibration to
re-enter the reality from where I came. I was forgetting that I was God. I cannot begin to
tell you how painful it felt on many levels. When you take an energy so high and powerful
into your body, you cannot expect anything less than what I had to go through after
loosing that: great pain, sorrow, loss, and a yearning to go home.’
‘And now?’
‘Now I still want to go home, but more than that I would like to go back to Amsterdam to
do some shopping. Mind giving me a ride?’
We drive through the Dunes and don’t talk much, each lost in our own thoughts. When
we arrive at her hotel, she hands me an address card.
‘Here, if you get stuck or forget about your assignment, get in touch with me. You might be
needing some support, because you’ll be traveling into the Underworld shortly. You hold
the keys to certain doors.’
‘What doors?’
‘Don’t worry if you don’t understand right now. There is someone who can show you the
way. It’s your first incarnation into the space-time reality. This being, which is you on a
higher level, is a very advanced being from the race of the Cat People, or the Lion People.
They were the ones who built the Great Pyramid and know all about the sacred geometry
that will help you find the keys. Familiarize yourself with him. Invite him in. He holds the
key. Bye!’

That evening I decide to turn in early. I’m whacked, but in a nice way. All this new
information is trying to find its way into my brain and the concepts which are already in
place. I feel like a lot is shifting, but it also makes me really tired. I need to sleep.
When I switch off the light, something strange happens. I hear a loud ringing in my ears.
Then my body goes cold and I’m pressed down hard against the mattress. I can’t move.
My body is paralyzed. It becomes hard to breathe and a foul smell fills the room.
I panic and desperately try to free myself by moving my body towards the edge of the bed,
hoping to fall out and break the spell. It’s incredibly hard to nudge my body even an inch.
I feel like I’m fighting for my life.
Then I hear his voice, a slithering whisper. Cold and mean.
’You are a coward. You do not have the courage to accept the darkness in yourself, and
you project this failing onto me.’
‘What? Let me go!’
‘I will only let you go when the last one of you has finished playing with the Devil.’
‘I’m finished! I don’t want to play with you anymore!’
I’m sweating now. I’m still moving towards the edge of the bed, and only inches away
from falling out. Then I hear his cold again.
‘I have been very curious watching you create a world constantly on the verge of
destruction. You’re such exciting beings!’
I’m almost there.
‘You think I am the Devil, but I am Lucifer. I am your savior. I hold the keys. I am your
mirror. I reflect your darkness.’
I collapse on the floor, gasp for air, try to sit up and shake my head to clear my mind. In
the distance I hear the echo of his voice: ‘We are all fallen angels, we are all fallen
angels.’

 8. HIDDEN HAND
‘In our time this search for extraterrestrial life will eventually change our laws, our religions, our
philosophies, our arts, our recreations, as well as our sciences. Space, the mirror, waits for life
to come look for itself there.’
Ray Bradbury, author, screenwriter.

Four weeks after my meeting with Alloya I’m invited to conduct a meditation training at a
corporation called Hidden Hands. They are a global network that recreates infrastructure
in places that have been ravaged by wars or natural disasters. The firm is housed in one of
the many huge glass towers that stand on the edge of Amsterdam. It’s called the Zuid-As,
and is a lot like the London City.
On entering the building I get a strange chill. Something’s not right. The place feels
deserted. I look around and see it is deserted. No plants, no people, no coffee machines,
no toilets. Just a huge empty marble hallway.
‘Can I help you?’
I spin on my heels and look into the face of an unsmiling lady somewhere in her sixties.
‘Good morning madam, I’m here for the meditation training.’
‘Take the elevator and go to the top floor.’
On my way up I get a different kind of chill. It’s really cold, and the higher I go, the colder
it gets. When the elevator comes to a standstill the doors open to a large room with
windows on every side. At the far end a man is sitting behind a desk. I recognize him
immediately: he’s the guy who asked me to take his picture at the haunted house. He
looks at me with dark eyes. His voice is commanding.
‘Please sit down.’
I cautiously move towards the desk and take the seat opposite him. I look at him more
closely. He reminds me of Al Pacino in The Godfather - maybe a little older. Black suit,
white shirt, black tie, hair combed back, dark piercing eyes. He leans back in his chair
and begins to talk in an almost robotic way.
’I am a generational member of a ruling bloodline family. Every so often, as per the
directives of the law of our Creator, a brief window of opportunity opens, whereby a select
handful of our family are required to make communication with our subjects and offer
you the chance to ask us any questions you would like answered. I am double-bound in
this duty. It is required of me by the law of our Creator to offer this opportunity to you at
this time, though I am also bound by the law of planetary Free Will and by family oaths,
that there is only so much I am able to say.’
I’m chilled to the bone, but manage to speak through chattering jaws.
‘Are you the Devil?’

‘Our lineage can be traced back beyond antiquity. From the earliest times of your recorded
history and beyond, our family has been directing the play from behind the scenes in one
way or another. We are born to lead. It’s part of the design for this current paradigm. We
hold key positions in all of the main areas of importance: media, government, military,
science.’
‘So, you are the ones who have been suppressing humanity for many thousands of years.’
‘That’s right. This is the part we have been contracted to play in this Game. In order to be
successful, we must be as negatively polarized as possible. Service to Self in the extreme.
Violence, war, hatred, greed, control, enslavement, genocide, torture, moral degradation,
prostitution, drugs, all these things and more, serve our purpose in the Game.’
‘And you’re proud of that?’
‘The difference between you and me is that I know that we are playing in the Game. The
less you know about the Game, and the less you remember that you are a player, the more
senseless living becomes. In all these negative things we are providing you with tools. But
you do not see it. It is not what we do, but how you react to it that is important. You have
the Free Will choice how you will use them.’
‘Are you the Illuminati?’
‘I am Lucifer. Or, more correctly: I am of the Lucifer Group Soul. The world of my family is
very different from that of the lower Earth based bloodlines that you call Illuminati. These
Earth lines are not aware of the entire picture. They are out to rule the world, to control
and enslave, and create as much suffering and negativity as is humanly possible. That’s
what they get out of the deal: world domination.’
‘So, you are the ones manipulating the Illuminati and other secret societies from behind
the scenes to create as much destruction as possible?’
‘Yes, because we understand the Game. Your governments do not. They merely see you as
collateral, pawns that are maneuvered around the chess board, according to the Game
Plan.’
For the first time there’s a hint of a smile on his face.
’You’d have to say with that in mind, they’re doing a great job. But one of the things they
don’t know or understand, is that our agenda is ultimately for the highest good of all
concerned, in providing you with the catalyst. My family, contrary to popular beliefs, do
not mean you any harm directly. There’s just the matter of divine destiny to uphold and
unfold, and we must play our parts in the Game.’
‘Can you turn up the heater? It’s freezing in here.’
‘Done.’
Warm air enters the room.

He leans back in his chair and looks straight at me. I try to look away, but his gaze does
not allow it. I try to reassert myself and say: ‘Sir, I was asked to give a meditation training. I
don’t understand what I’m doing here with you. Why am I here?’
’You are here for a reason: to understand the dark and evil forces that have been ruling
and suppressing you. You are here to meet your ruler: Lucifer, the Light Bearer, and Bright
and Morning Star.’
‘I was afraid of that. This is it, right? This is my meeting with the Devil.’
‘Lucifer is not the Devil as he has been spuriously portrayed in your Bible. Lucifer is a
Group Soul or Social Memory Complex, which has evolved to the level of the Sixth
Density. At this level we have the choice to progress higher, or to return to help others of
lower densities with their own evolution by passing down our knowledge and wisdom to
those that call upon us for assistance.’
‘So instead of progressing to the next level of the Game, you choose to come back to help
us?’
‘Yes. We were assigned a challenging task by the Council of Elders, who act as the
guardians of this Galaxy from their Eighth Density head quarters on the planet Saturn. The
challenge had to do with your planet Earth. Yahweh, who was your ruler at the time, had
not granted the Free Will to Know Thyself to those incarnating upon his planet. In the
absence of Free Will there can be no polarity. There’s nothing to choose between. The
result being that there was very little evolutionary progress. Your planet was very Edenic in
nature. It was a lovely paradise, yet the beings incarnating there had no agitator toward
evolving beyond the Third Density, and therefore little hope of ever making the journey
home to the One. Yahweh had been happy to keep his own little pet Eden project. It had
become in effect an, albeit very beautiful, prison. Yahweh was, in modern parlance,
running a benign dictatorship.’
‘And you were asked to step in?’
‘That’s right, we were sent to help. And Yahweh had agreed to our coming. In fact it was
he who had initially asked the Council for a catalyst of change to enter into his creation.
We were to be the catalyst and bring polarity. Yahweh agreed that we would introduce the
concept of Free Will to Earth’s inhabitants, by offering them an initial choice as to whether
they wanted it or not.’
I’m sweating now.
’Sir, can you turn the heater down please? It’s like a sauna in here.’
‘Done.’
The temperature drops.

‘So, our contract was to introduce the catalyst for Free Will on this planet. When Yahweh
initially began discourse with the Council of Elders, he was not looking for help with
introducing Free Will, but rather for guidance on how he could best speed up the
evolutionary process.’
‘We were first sent on a fact finding expedition to meet with Yahweh, and make
suggestions on how to help his offspring - and thusly himself - to progress. We explored
many options, reported our findings to the Council and to Yahweh. It was our best
evaluation that the only real and fast way to increase his evolvement meaningfully was the
introduction of Free Will.’
‘But it was not specifically the implementation of Free Will that Yahweh wanted help with,
it was simply the introduction of a catalyst. Yahweh was not pleased with the report and
the need to implement Free Will. In the end the Council persuaded him that it was the
best way and he reluctantly agreed. We returned to Earth and had a cordial meeting with
Yahweh, discussing how we could best proceed. Yahweh was sure that his offspring would
choose to be loyal to him. They were so contented with their way of life, that they would
always trust him and do as he said was best. That, he said, was his main reason that Free
Will would not work well as the catalyst.’
‘But he agreed to go along with the experiment?’
‘He did. He agreed to the experiment of the Tree of Knowledge. He believed it would
prove him right: that his offspring would choose to remain ignorant. When they did not,
he became angry, threw his toys out of the pram and his offspring out of the Garden. He
laid a big guilt trip on them about how they had broken his trust and disobeyed him. That’s
not really an honorable way for a creator to behave, but hey, that’s the beauty of Free Will
I guess.’

I’m beginning to warm to this guy. He’s showing signs of humor now.
‘Yahweh’s offspring were so grateful to us for our help, that Yahweh became the jealous
God as portrayed in your holy books. We had the whole “you shall have no other gods
than me” thing. We were not pleased with the situation at all, as a creator should not be
behaving like this with his offspring. They are One, after all.’
‘When we attempted to leave the planet to return to the Council, Yahweh prevented our
departure. We tried to leave again and were then thrown down into the Astral Planes and
confined therein. The Council ordered us to be released, but told us we would have to
cancel our contract to help souls on Earth to evolve. We didn’t want to leave, we found
them very likable beings, really positively polarized, and we wanted to stay and help. We
just wanted also to be free to come and go as we pleased. The only way we could stay,
meant cycles of incarnation for us as individuated souls. This is something we had not
done for a long while.’
‘So, you chose to stay here to help us, despite the cost to yourselves?’
‘Yes. The ultimate paradox in all this is that, in order for us to be of the most service to
you, we must be utterly self serving. I do so love our Creator’s sense of irony. Would you
like some coffee?’
‘Yes, please.’
The elderly lady who escorted me in enters almost immediately with coffee. The
temperature in the room is finally right, and for the first time during this meeting I relax a
little. He too is a little less formal. He leans back in his chair, sipping his coffee whilst
staring out of the window. When he turns to me, his face is softer.
‘Off stage we are friends, you know. Between lives we all have a great laugh about the
parts we have performed in the Game. We look forward to, and have great fun preparing
the next chapters to act out.’
He looks at me over the rim of his cup as if to size me up.
‘I will tell you the secret to understanding the Game of Life: there is only one of us. If you
understand that, you will understand the Game. Stop looking outside of yourself for
salvation. There is no such things as God. God is a human concept, which is a
misunderstanding of the original concept of Creator. God implies some separate entity
which is outside of you, which you must supplicate to and worship. The Creator does not
want your worship.’
‘So, all religions got it wrong?’
‘Religion is either actually created, or at the very least heavily influenced by us. There is a
Creator of course, but most of the creators that you have been worshipping through
religions were extraterrestrials.’

I look out the windows of his office. It’s an impressive view. We are in one of the highest
towers overlooking a district consisting of large, powerful companies - all brought together
in one place. Is he running the show from behind the scenes, I wonder?
He gets up from his chair and walks to the windows, hands behind his back, like a king
overlooking his empire.
’I know my words confuse you, because up until now you have not understood that we
have come to help you. We understand the importance of what we are doing here, even
though most of humanity does not. The reason you don’t remember the rules of the Game,
is because of the Veil of Forgetfulness. If you came into each new incarnation with access
to your soul memory, there would be no point in your coming into space-time. It would be
like playing a computer game with all the cheats. You wouldn’t learn anything, and it takes
the fun out of playing the Game of Life.’
‘You think creating evil is fun?’
‘I see the humor in all of this. I hope you will too one day. Now, if you will excuse me, I
have evil work to do. My secretary will show you out.’
‘I didn’t catch your name, sir.’
‘Hidden Hand.’









 9. AYAHUASCA
‘I looked out the window and saw this white light. It was zigzagging around. I went up to the
pilot and said “have you ever seen anything like that?” He was shocked and said, “Nope.” I
said to him: “Let’s follow it.” We followed it for several minutes. It was a bright white light. We
followed it to Bakersfield, and all of a sudden to our utter amazement it went straight up into
the heavens. When I got off the plane I told Nancy all about it.’
Ronald Reagen, former President of the USA, describing his 1974 UFO encounter to Norman
C. Miller of the Wall Street Journal.

Three weeks later I fall in love. I’m at a conference on shamanism and suddenly spot this
beautiful woman who seems to radiate light. She is dressed in colorful clothes with large
earrings and indigenous looking necklaces. Her eyes seem to have many colors, changing
with the light that falls into them. Over lunch I mange to manoeuvre myself next to her
and complement her on her jewelry and amazing eyes.
Her name is Binkie. She’s in her forties, but very much like a playful child. She somehow
managed to keep her trust, enthusiasm and spontaneity intact, even though she hasn’t
necessarily had an easy life. She tells me about her husband, whom she lost several years
ago, and the child that she birthed for her best friend.
Binkie has done her share of soul searching, especially in South-America, where she
travelled for over a year. In Colombia she got in touch with the brew Alloya told me about:
Ayahuasca. Binkie tells me about a powerful shaman called Fernando Leysama, who
became her friend. I’m fascinated by the stories she tells me about him and would love to
meet him. I ask Binkie if that could be arranged, and next thing I know we’re on a plane to
Bogota. During the flight Binkie tells me more about Fernando.
‘He was five when he was recognized as the incarnation of a shaman by his teacher
Abuelo Juvenal, who became his “grandfather”. Juvenal took Fernando away from his
parents - with their approval of course - and lived with him in the jungle. Fernando was
initiated into the ancient ways of the shaman. At twenty he started his own Ayahuasca
ceremonies.’
‘What’s his age now?’
‘He’s probably thirty-five. That’s still young for a shaman of his caliber. The elders of his
tribe honor his wisdom. Fernando is one of the last shamans, or taitas as they are called in
Colombia, who was educated in the traditional ways of the elders. The fun thing about
Fernando is that he is also a modern guy. You can talk with him about medicinal plants
and ancestor spirits, just as easily as smartphones and fast cars.’

At the airport Juan Gabriel and his wife Melibea are awaiting us. The warmth of these
lovely people, who are Binkie’s best friends in Colombia, is palpable. Juan Gabriel used to
be in a successful rock band in Colombia and now mainly writes music scores for soap
operas. Melibea is a photographer. I instantly like them.
On the way to their house Juan Gabriel tells us about the program for the next days.
Tomorrow we leave early by car to the province of Putumayo on the South-West border of
Colombia. That’s where the Amazon rainforest begins. The locals call it Putumayo - the
land where clouds are borne - because of its high altitude. The mountains birth the clouds
that shower the rainforest.
The next morning the alarm clock rings at four. Rucksacks, tents, hammocks, walking gear,
ponchos, and boots are stuffed into the back of the four wheel drive. The trip through rural
Colombia is fascinating. The landscapes keep changing; deserts, swamps, mountains,
pampas, dense forests, jungle.
The landscape is still very much intact, as are many of the indigenous cultures, unlike
many other parts of South-America. This is largely due to the fact that there have been so
many drug wars and civil violence in Colombia, that tourists and big industry have stayed
away. All that is changing now, as the government has signed a peace treaty with the
rebels, and drug cartels have been destabilized.
Late at night we arrive in a village called Villa Garzon, the last outpost before the endless
jungle begins. We’ll be staying here for the night and drive the last miles to the hut at the
border of the rainforest in the morning.
We’re famished and find a small restaurant on the main plaza. We order a lot of
everything and wait for it to come, whilst munching cassava chips. When dinner arrives,
the waiter inquires about our plans.
‘We’re going into the jungle to visit a shaman.’
‘OK, good. But be careful, because we have some Jaguar trouble.’
‘Jaguar trouble?’
‘They are coming closer to the village because of the petroleum people plundering the
forest. The last weeks sheep, cows, and horses have been eaten. Yesterday we sent some
hunters into the woods. They went in with dogs. After a while the dogs stopped barking.
They found their carcasses, but never saw the Jaguar.’
I’m beginning to feel a bit queazy.
’Do Jaguars eat humans?’
‘Rarely.’
‘Rarely? So eh, what should we do if we encounter one?’
‘Don’t run, because he’ll kill you. If he shows his teeth, it means he’s smiling at you. Just
smile back.’
‘Are you serious?’
He slaps my shoulder.
‘Sorry, gotta run, there’s a customer waiting.’

The next morning we drive to the hut from where the track to the ceremonial jungle cabin
of Fernando Leysama begins. Without a four wheel drive we wouldn’t have been able to
navigate through the rivers, mud pools and sharp rocks that take us farther into the jungle.
When we arrive at the hut three hours later, two local people are waiting for us: Lisandro
and Blanca. Lisandro will be our guide and his sister Blanca will cook for us in the jungle.
We check our gear one last time: high boots (to prevent snakes from biting and thorns
from cutting), long sleeves (against poisonous plants and weird insects), mosquito
repellent, hats, water, food, bars.
Blanca is the first to set out on the trail, because she wants to have food prepared when
we arrive. There she goes: in hot pants, wearing only a sexy, sleeveless shirt. Half way up
the mountain she takes her sneakers off and goes barefoot. She doesn’t want to get them
dirty.
The beauty of the rainforest is overwhelming. I’ve never seen nature in such a pristine
form. Everything feels alive and radiant, and I can’t stop exclaiming how beautiful it all is.
Every five minutes or so. Four hours later we arrive at the cabin of Fernando.
‘Welcome to my jungle home,’ he shouts from the balcony. ‘Come up here and enjoy the
view.’
We walk up the stairs where Fernando welcomes us. Juan Gabriel, Melibea and Binkie
have attended many ceremonies with him, and you can tell they have bonded deeply. I
am introduced and Fernando takes us out onto the balcony. The view is stunning. As far as
I can see there are mountains, lush forests, green rivers, wild flowers, exotic birds, clouds
being birthed and deep blue skies.
‘Listen,’ Fernando says, ‘can you hear that howling sound? It’s the monkeys in those trees
over there. They’re called howler monkeys. The sound they make travels many miles
through the jungle.’
Suddenly there’s a howl from the kitchen. It’s Blanca. We run to her and see a huge green
insect on the sink. It’s as big as two hands with large fangs, antennas and creepy legs. It’s
devouring an apple very slowly.
‘Ew, what’s that?’
‘It’s a monster,’ Fernando says. ‘If you eat it alive it will bring out the monster in you. You
want to try?’
I look at Fernando with disgust. Melibea looks at my shocked face and smiles.
‘You think he won’t eat it?’
‘I can’t imagine, can you?’
‘Oh yes, I’m sure he has eaten them.’
After a nourishing cassava soup, Fernando takes us down to the river in the valley below
to freshen up. The water is deep green. Fernando explains why.
‘It’s because of the large amounts of emeralds in the ground. The Indians once took me
into the jungle to show me a field full of them. They made me promise never to tell
anyone where it is. If people would plunder these treasures, they would do much harm to
the forest. The emeralds form the heart of the jungle. People don’t understand the
interconnectedness of nature anymore. The shaman knows these things. He sees the whole
picture, he knows the mystery and feels the magic.’
When the sun sets over the mountains in the evening, Binkie and I put up our tent on the
edge of the jungle, some thirty meters from Fernando’s cabin. I’m dead tired, but very
happy and fall asleep in Binkie’s arms, purring like a cat. It must be the Cat Being in me
coming alive, as Alloya said it would.

The next morning we get up early to find Fernando smoking a cigar in his hammock. Next
to him on the floor is a clay pot full of green powder. It’s called Mambe, and made of coca
leaves mixed with grind sea shells. Fernando puts it in his mouth like chewing tobacco, a
custom he learned from the indigenous Indians. A little bit of Mambe is like a cup of
strong coffee, and I’ve already become addicted to it on the drive over.
Juan Gabriel and Melibea are also awake and are hanging up their hammocks next to
Fernando’s on the veranda. Binkie and I join them, and twenty minutes later we’re all
dangling with lots of green stuff in the pouches of our cheeks. After an hour of chit chat,
mainly in Spanish, Fernando gets up and walks to the lavatory at the edge of the jungle.
Suddenly we hear him shouting.
‘Hey guys, come over here!’
We run to where he is, some twenty meters from our tent.
‘Look,’ he says, ‘fresh Jaguar tracks!’
Even Binkie looks a little worried now.
After this little excursion Fernando gets back into his hammock. We haven’t eaten all
morning, because it’s best not to eat before Ayahuasca. The brew will make you very sick
and the less you eat, the less you need to throw up. At around twelve Fernando gets up
from his hammock and goes to the kitchen to get some food.
When he comes back he says: ’We’re not going to do the ceremony today. I feel that it’s
not the right moment. You are not yet ready. First you need to get in contact with the
jungle. You have to feel it.’
After some fruit and cassava chips, Fernando opens another jar.
‘Before we go into the jungle,’ he says, ‘I want to give you some Peyote, a hallucinogenic
substance from a cactus that I got from a shaman in Mexico.’
We swallow two large spoons of the grayish powder. It’s very bitter and tastes like the
Mexican dessert.

Fifty meters into the jungle, the growth becomes so dense that Fernando and Lisandro take
turns with the machete. Even Binkie, who has seen a lot of jungle, is impressed.
‘It doesn’t get more jungly than this. I’m glad that Fernando and Lisandro are with us to
lead the way.’
‘Yes,’ Melibea agrees, ‘we’re very lucky with Fernando. He’s like a living library. I once
heard someone say that every time a shaman dies a library burns down.’
‘Did you say living library?’
‘Yes.’
‘That’s funny, I’ve heard that before in another context.’
But before Melibea can answer the scenery changes. It’s as if the colors in the jungle are
turned up a notch in brightness. Everything seems to glow, radiate and give off scent. Am I
imagining things, or is there a face in that rock? Is it talking to me? I look at Binkie, Juan
Gabriel and Melibea. They too have silly grins on their faces. The Peyote just kicked in.
A little unsteady we march on until we reach the riverbank. Fernando and Lisandro have
already found a beautiful spot from where we can gaze into the green waters. It’s
mesmerizing and I could swear I can hear the water talking.
After a while Fernando, who is sitting next to me, whispers: ‘Do you hear the invisible
people?’
I listen intently, but all I hear is the sound of the river.
‘I can’t hear them Fernando. What do you hear?’
Fernando starts singing, chanting, howling, grunting and growling. It sounds prehistoric.
It’s the language of the Indians who used to live here. They were called the Invisible
People, because they were able to morph with the forest.

When we return many hours later we’re in such high spirits that we don’t want to eat.
‘Don’t bother about the food, Blanca,’ Fernando shouts from the veranda, ‘we’re going to
have more Peyote!’
We end up having a crazy night enjoying the cactus, the forest and each others company.
Looking at the stars and planets is a unreal experience in a place like this, because there
are no artificial lights. I try to find the star clusters Time Bender was pointing out: Lyra and
Vega. I can’t find them. Maybe it’s because we’re on the other side of the planet.
When Binkie and I finally lay down in our tent it’s hard to sleep. Apart from the jet lag, the
Peyote is still bubbling and we feel anything but tired. We do however need some rest, so
we close our eyes and listen to the sounds of the jungle. Suddenly I hear a snapping
sound, like a twig breaking. There’s something out there. Is it the Jaguar?
‘Do you think Jaguars can smell blood?,’ Binkie whispers after a few seconds.
‘Of course. Why?’
‘I just got my luna.’
‘You mean your period?’
‘Yes.’
‘Right. We need to get out of here!’
We open the tent cautiously and shine our torches into the night. I’m half suspecting to
see a pair of green eyes lighting up, but there’s only trees.
‘One, two, three, go!’
We run to the cabin and up the stairs with sleeping bags and mattresses.
Fernando laughs when he sees us.
‘Afraid of the Jaguar?’
‘Yes.’
‘You don’t need to be afraid.’
‘Why not?’
‘Because I am also a Jaguar.’
‘That’s comforting, Fernando. We’ll stay close to you tonight then.’
We settle down on the porch a few meters from Fernando’s hammock and fall into a deep
sleep.

The next evening is the big night. Finally we will be drinking the Mother of Medicine. If
this plant is more potent than Peyote, I’m in for a rollercoaster ride. Fernando has told us
that we are to lay down, because chances are we’ll be sick.
We hang up our hammocks while Fernando builds a fire. He sings to the flames and uses
feathers to brush away evil spirits. He’s dressed in a ceremonial outfit, wearing many
necklaces, feathers in his hair, Jaguar teeth around his neck and his trusted instruments
within reach: a wairu (a fan made of leaves), mouth harp, harmonica and shaman drum.
When he’s satisfied the fire is burning well, he motions us forward to drink a cup of
Ayahuasca. It’s very bitter and hard to keep down. After washing it down with a glass of
water we lay down and wait for what is to come.
Twenty minutes later my world begins to turn into colorful geometric patterns. Everything
seems to be made up of fractal shapes in the most amazing colors. It’s all twisting, turning,
breathing, morphing. Every thought I have, every breath I take, influences these patterns.
Everything is connected, and I am part of it.
After a while of enjoying this wondrous spectacle, I become aware of many vines, like
snakes dancing around me. They slowly move closer, as though waiting for permission to
enter me. Whenever I feel scared, they back off, only to come closer the next time.
After a while I surrender, and the plant takes over. Immediately I’m catapulted into space,
traveling towards the centre of the Galaxy with amazing speed. The closer I come, the
more I feel bathed in a healing golden light. It’s overwhelming and tears are rolling down
my cheeks. It feels like coming home at last. I can’t stop the crying. I want to travel further
into the light, but suddenly I’m being pulled the other way.
I’m falling down, back to Earth.
The next moment I’m back in the jungle, back in my hammock. But everything around me
has changed. It seems to be magnified times a hundred. Every sound I hear, is so
incredibly intense. It’s not just heard, but sensed in many ways. Each sound triggers all
kinds of sensations and visual spectacles.
Then I hear a voice that’s strangely familiar. It’s the voice of the Earth. It’s Gaia speaking.
She’s whispering to me, reaching out, coaxing and seducing me. I smile and remember
Time Bender telling me about her being so hot and sexy. She’s now pulsating under me,
arousing me, playing with me, slithering in and out of me. She’s turning me on.
Suddenly she morphs into a giant cobra. She stands over me and is ready to devour me, to
eat me alive. I panic and try to get away, but can’t move. Help, I’m going to die!
I find myself crying out to my loved ones. Binkie’s face pops up. I reach out to her, but I
can’t reach her anymore. I’m slipping away into the mouth of the cobra. Feelings of
intense sadness, longing, grieve and melancholy wash through me. I don’t want to die! I
want to live! I so love Earth. I so love life. I so love everything and everyone.
My stomach begins to gurgle in a very funny way. I need to get out of my hammock fast
and throw up, but it’s difficult to coordinate my movements. I can’t understand how my
body works. My legs won’t listen and my head is spinning wildly. I somehow manage to
throw myself out of the hammock and crawl to the edge of the jungle. There I collapse and
vomit for at least an hour.
I’ve never felt so sick, but it’s liberating. With every outburst of nausea I imagine throwing
up my demons: anger, grief, betrayal, hurt, sadness, victimhood, and many more are
thrown out. All the while I repeat my new mantra: ‘I love, I love, I love.’
When the worst is over, I sit up and see Fernando standing next to me, fanning me with his
wairu, singing to my dragons and whispering ancient spells in my ears.
‘Are you all right?’ he says when he sees me sitting up.
‘Yes, I think so. Thanks for looking after me.’
‘Let’s get you back to your hammock, so you can sleep.’

When I awake the next morning my mind is completely peaceful. The only thing I hear
somewhere in the background is ‘I love, I love, I love.’
I feel open, like a child. It’s a new day, and a new life.
My friends are preparing breakfast. I look into their eyes, and see that they too have had
intense experiences. We don’t talk much. It’s hard to put words to an Ayahuasca trip. It’s
like a dream: when daylight sets in, it slowly fades away.
Fernando passes me a bowl of fruit.
’How are you now, my friend?’
‘I feel great Fernando, like a weight is lifted from my shoulders. Thanks for whatever you
did last night. I needed that.’
He smiles and looks in the distance.
‘Look,’ he says after a while, pointing towards the mountains, ‘the clouds are being borne.’

 10. DEMONS
’The phenomenon of UFOs does exist, and it must be treated seriously.’
Mikhail Gorbachev, former President of the Soviet Union.

Two weeks later John Lennon appears in my dream. He’s wearing a white robe, which
makes him look a bit like Jesus, and is sitting under a dead tree. I walk in his direction. He
looks up and motions me to sit down next to him in the sand. He smiles and begins to
draw a symbol in the sand. It looks like an Egyptian hieroglyph.
‘What does it mean, John?’
He doesn’t respond, but points at the tree.
‘Tree? Death?’
No response.
It’s beginning to snow. The flakes are made of beautiful patterns in a large variety of
sparkling colors. As they fall on our bodies, they disappear inside of us. We both laugh
and I feel like a child, playing with my best friend in the snow. Every time a snowflake
enters my body, it feels like I’m being upgraded, like I’m becoming more alive.
The amount of energy entering my body is so enormous that it becomes difficult to
handle. I feel ecstatic and also strained. My nervous system is having a hard time handling
all this new information, but I don’t want it to stop. I close my eyes and open my arms to
the skies. More, give me more! I want to hug the Cosmos and allow it all in.
After a while the snow stops. The sun begins to shine. I open my eyes and see that the tree
has become alive. It has turned into the most beautiful tree I’ve ever seen. It’s the Tree of
Life. I marvel at the wonder of it all, start laughing and look at John. But he is gone.
I look around me and begin to shout: ’John, where are you? Come back! I want to
understand what it all means!’
Suddenly I see him in the distance. He’s entering a large mansion on the hill. I want to
warn him not to go in, because it’s haunted, it’s where the Devil lives. I shout at him, but
he doesn’t seem to hear me. Just before he opens the door, he looks back at me and points
at the symbol in the sand.
Then he closes the door. I look up at the tree. It’s dead.

That afternoon I have an appointment with a professor in astrophysics. I asked to do an

interview with him so that I could learn more about how Galaxies, Universes, star clusters,
black holes, etcetera work. Professor Daniel Lichtenberg is just the man to tell me all
about these complex matters. And more. For he’s not just educated in the hard sciences,
like physics, chemistry and mathematics, but also in astrology, alchemy and esoteric
wisdom.
‘Tea?’
‘Yes, please.’
‘Just a minute, I’ll be right back.’
While the professor is in the kitchen I study his book shelves. There’s a whole section on
Hermes Trismegistus, who is said to be one of the greatest teachers of mankind. He was an
alchemist, mathematician, architect, botanist, linguist, healer, wizard and more. The
Egyptians refer to him under a different name. They call him Thoth. According to them,
Thoth gave them the knowledge to build amazing structures, like the Great Pyramid and
the Sphinx. I flip through the pages until my eyes fall upon a symbol I recognize. It’s the
one John showed me last night.
When professor Lichtenberg comes back with tea, I ask him if he knows what it means.
‘Let me see. Oh yes, that is called an Amenta. It’s the symbol the Egyptians used for the
Underworld, the Land of the Dead. Why do you want to know?’
‘This may sound strange, but last night I dreamt about this symbol. John Lennon appeared
in my dream and drew it in the sand.’
‘Really? You’re lucky that John Lennon visits you like that. I’m a great fan.’
‘Ah, a man after my own heart! I consider The Beatles to be one of the seven Wonders of
the World. For me they are right up there with the Great Pyramid of Giza and the Hanging
Gardens of Babylon.’
‘I agree. They were like angels. One could even make a case that they saved the world.’
‘Really? How?’
‘During the Sixties there was a conjunction of planets that could have easily caused a
major catastrophe. I was expecting something big, but nothing happened. I couldn’t
understand it and studied my charts over and over. What was I missing? Then one day it hit
me! The intervention wasn’t coming from the stars, but from Earth. The impact of The
Beatles changed the course of history.’
‘The Beatles averted a global disaster?’
‘Yes, I think the amount of happiness, joy and excitement they created with their music
and new life-style, accelerated the speed of the atoms. They created a higher vibration.
Earth was accelerating, because humanity was celebrating. As we came into a higher
frequency, we stepped out of the destructive timelines my charts were showing, and into
new possibilities. Do you want some chocolate?’
‘Yes, please.’
He walks to his desk and takes out a golden box, the same kind Time Bender had.
‘I’ve seen those before. They’re healing chocolates, right?’
‘Yes, they’re called Chocolights - made in a factory not far from here. And please call me
Daniel.’

We sit down on his sofa and he waits for me to finish my chocolate. It has a calming and
soothing effect. I breath deeply and smile.
‘Wow, what’s in those chocolates?’
‘It’s alchemy.’
’It sure is. I must get me some of those.’
‘I’ll give you the address before you go.’
‘Thanks. Daniel, before we get into the interview, there’s something I want to ask you.
Something that’s been bothering me for years. Maybe you can help. When John Lennon
was killed, I spent many hours listening to his music. The words of the last songs he wrote
were pretty haunting, and I got the feeling that he knew something was going to happen to
him. Do you think he knew what was coming?’
‘Well, I know he felt threatened. He had a lot of power of course. His political publicity
stunts such as War Is Over campaigns spoke directly to tens of millions of young people
who venerated him. He had access to the world’s media. To some people he was the most
dangerous man in the world. He was under constant surveillance by the FBI. His
apartment was watched, he was followed and his phone was tapped. They didn’t keep a
low profile either, apparently attempting to scare him. John told his friend Paul Krassner,
that if anything would happen to him or Yoko, it wouldn’t be an accident.’
‘Is that why he was killed?’
‘I believe so. Lennon was engaging in spiritual warfare and rattling some very dark cages.’
‘So you’re saying that the guy who killed him wasn’t a lone nut in want of attention?’
‘I believe Mark David Chapman didn’t know what he was doing. He was just the hitman.
The prosecutors were at a loss for motive, so they opted for the cliché: he did it for the
attention. The thing is, Chapman didn’t even want to talk to the press. According to
detective O’Connor, who was the first to speak to Chapman at the crime scene, he looked
as if he was programmed. He acted like a zombie - just hanging around, waiting for the
police to arrest him.’
‘Did Chapman ever say anything as to why he did it?’
‘There’s a BBC documentary in which he says that he heard “Do it, do it, do it” over and
over again in his head. He doesn’t remember aiming or pulling the trigger. He didn’t feel
any emotion or anger. He described it as “dead silence in the brain”.’

Straight after my interview with Daniel I drive to the Zuid-As. If anyone is to be held
responsible for John’s death, it’s Hidden Hand. I want to know what he has to say about
the assassination and the motives behind it. I want to get this off my chest, once and for
all.
The lobby is still deserted and this time not even the creepy secretary shows up. I wait a
few minutes until I notice that the doors of the elevator to the top floor are open. I get in
and press the top button. It gets cold again. When the doors open, I see Hidden Hand
sitting behind his desk. He looks as though he’s been expecting me.
‘Please sit down.’
‘Thank you. I’m sorry to barge into you like this, but there’s something I want to talk to you
about. It’s been bugging me for years: the death of John Lennon. Was that orchestrated by
you?’
He raises his eyebrows in disbelief of my ignorance.
‘Apparently you still don’t understand what you’re up against. The beings controlling your
governments have drifted so far from their true nature, they no longer have access to their
inherent natural life force. They have no intention of returning home and instead seek to
feed off of negative energy. They take your energy, by terrorizing you.’
‘So, they’re just as imprisoned in this Game as we are?’
‘That’s correct. They are imprisoned within the Fourth Density negative cycle. They need to
harvest you, as there’s no negative harvest beyond this density. They spend their time
traveling the Galaxy, basically using the dark side of the Force - negativity - to achieve
their means.’
He’s evading the issue. He isn’t saying flat out that he and his clan killed John Lennon in
cold blood. But he’s obviously not the kind of guy to press too hard, so I go with what he’s
saying.
’OK, I get that these beings have to keep us in a negative loop to feed off our fears, but
what’s this negative harvest all about?’
‘A harvest is a particular time in the great Cosmic Cycle when rejuvenation takes place.
Right now your planet is ascending to the Fourth Density. During this ascension there will
be a three way split for the souls inhabiting Earth. Those of the predominantly negative
polarity will accompany us as we graduate through the negative - or Service to Self -
harvest. We, Lucifer, must work off our part of the karmic effect incurred from all the
negativity created on this planet. Once we have done so, we will be released to once
again assume our place as Sixth Density guardians and teachers of wisdom throughout the
Galaxy.’
‘What about those who are positively oriented?’

‘Those of the predominantly positive polarity - love and light - will ascend to a beautiful
new Fourth Density Earth, where you will begin to work upon your learning and
demonstrating of love and compassion. It will be a very beautiful and golden age. The
Fourth Density begins to open you up to your true powers as a unique individualized
aspect of the Infinite Creator. It will be a very magical time.’
‘And the ones who are in between the polarities?’

‘The luke warm ones will experience a period of zero-point time, which will be ecstatic.
They will feel to be totally at one with the Creator, giving them an encouraging reminder
and glimpse of who they really are before the veil of forgetfulness once again descends
upon them.’
‘So, they wouldn’t even notice anything has happened?’

‘That’s right. When the transition is complete, the zero-point time will end and they will
appear in their new Game Zone. They will look the same, think the same, feel the same,
in fact it will be just like they all had some mystical experience and life will carry on as
normal for them. Same houses, family situations, jobs, friends, lovers. Everything will seem
the same as before. They will not remember the Great Harvest or Earth changes that
occurred as the planet heals and regenerates herself. But they will recall their mystical
experience, and that will give them hope and a new opportunity to choose a more
positive future for themselves.’

I understand that Hidden Hand has to uphold his end of the bargain. He needs to be as
negative as possible to ‘graduate’. But the Game he’s describing seems highly unfair.
‘You guys are so advanced in the field of mind control, genetic engineering, space-time
travel, robotics, implants, electronic grids and all the rest of it, that our position seems
rather hopeless. And every time someone wakes up they get killed, like what happened to
John Lennon.’
‘You are approaching this from the wrong angle. Think of it as a test. Have you ever
noticed how, just when you think you’ve found something that feels like truth, something
comes along to make you doubt it? It happens all the time. And it happens quite by
design. You cannot see this however, as it’s happening beyond Third Density
comprehension in a realm where everything can be seen as adjoining and relating to
everything else - synchronicity. All a magical part of our Infinite Creator’s ingeniously
creative mind and excellent sense of humor and irony.’
‘So killing John Lennon was part of this excellent sense of humor and a mere test of our
conviction?’

‘You’re catching on. I know you’re angry, but can you see how a test works? When you
find something that you’ve weighed up and decide to integrate it into your concept of
truth, along comes the challenge to your newfound beliefs. Usually in the form of an event
or something that others may say to dissuade you. How do you know if your newly
discovered truth is really true if you’re never tested on it? The test for truth is this: in the
face of a challenge, do you trust what the outside world is showing you, or do you hold
fast to that which feels like truth deep within you?’
‘I honestly don’t know what’s true or false anymore. I mean, look at me! Here I am
listening to the Master of Darkness and Deceit for heaven’s sake, and asking him advice
on issues of truth and falsehood. I must be out of my mind! These tests you’re talking about
don’t feel like tests to me, but like punishments.’

He lights a cigar and blows rings towards the ceiling. He doesn’t immediately respond,
but takes his time, leaving the tension hanging between us. Then he looks at me with an
ironic grin through the blue haze.
’The law of karmic effect is not a punishment. It’s a tool of learning, set in place to
promote personal growth and development. If you feel the consequences of your actions
there’s a higher likelihood of your choosing a different course the next time around. A
karmic cycle is brought to completion once you’ve learned the lessons intended for you. If
you keep repeating the same mistakes you’ll keep cycling until you get the message. Seek
therefore to ensure that the effect of your presence upon those whom you encounter upon
your journey are positive and beneficial.’
I look at him in utter disbelief.
’You, of all people, are telling me to be beneficial and positive to the people I meet, while
you killed John Lennon in cold blood?’
He’s not smiling now. He stares at me with dark, glistening eyes, and suddenly I
remember: this is Lucifer! Don’t mess with him.
‘Sorry, I’m blaming you. I apologize. The thing is, I don’t think I ever got over John’s death.
He was dear to me. He felt like my friend.’
He lowers his gaze and nods.
’I understand.’
He is silent for a minute, obviously pondering how to respond to my emotions. He then
continues in a softer tone of voice.
’You may think we enjoy this Game, but understand that being negative is very hard for us.
Not on a physical level - the characters we play enjoy our roles as we’re programmed that
way - but on a spiritual level it’s hard. Harsh as it is, our only way out of this cycle is to be
as negative as possible. We cannot choose to be positive, because that’s not what we
came here to do for you.’
Again he is silent and blows rings towards the ceiling. Then he continues in an almost
pleading voice.
‘Understand that we have to be negative. If we do not have a negative harvest we are
bound to you for another cycle. That’s what we were sent here to be. It’s our contract to
help you by providing the catalyst. That’s our sacrifice to you.’
Suddenly his straightens his back, takes on a formal pose and says: ‘Please excuse me.
Our time is up. I will have to do some very nasty things to make up for this benign
conversation. You will soon know what they are.’

 11. SASHA
‘It was the darnedest thing I’ve ever seen. It was big, it was very bright, it changed colors and it
was about the size of the Moon. We watched it for ten minutes, but none of us could figure out
what it was. One thing’s for sure, I’ll never make fun of people who say they’ve seen unidentified
objects in the sky.’
Jimmy Carter, former President of the USA.

The week following my visit to Hidden Hand is one of the most horrendous I can
remember. Almost every day a bomb goes off, an earthquake happens, a storm rages, a
government falls, a demonstration gets out of hand, or people get killed in freak accidents.
My own health also deteriorates very fast. I have a high fever, can’t hold down food or
drink and am constantly running to the toilet. My doctor thinks it’s a virus I picked up in
Colombia and prescribes strong medicines.
Is this the work of Hidden Hand, I wonder as I stare at the ceiling from my bed? And if so,
am I to blame? I am after all taking up a lot of his time - time he has to make up for in the
form of atrocities. But then I catch myself: I’m falling for the guilt-trip that Yahweh laid on
us when he threw us out of paradise. ‘Don’t go there,’ I tell myself.
I decide to play a game with my mind: whenever I catch myself thinking in a destructive
way I follow the thought down to the root. I discover that a lot of these thoughts are based
on the assumption that I am somehow not good, not worthy, wrong, bad. When I think
this way, I also make others bad and wrong. I make them into enemies. The more I look
inside, the more I begin to see that this concept of Original Sin that Yahweh introduced
has been the fire under the ass of humanity for a long, long time.
If Adam and Eve choose to eat from the Tree of Knowledge, because they wanted to be
part of the Tree of Life, does that make them bad, wrong, or sinful? What can possibly be
wrong with wanting to grow, evolve, and live fully? If that’s our crime, I say: guilty as
charged and proud of it!

I ponder some of these thoughts a week later as I drive up the A2 in the direction of
Haarlem. I am still not well, but two aspirins and strong coffee get me going. I have an
appointment with the people who make the Chocolights. I rang the factory after my visit to
Daniel Lichtenberg, and asked them if I could visit to write a story about their amazing
chocolates.
The factory is beautifully situated in the dunes just outside the city of Haarlem. When I
arrive around ten on a rather gloomy morning the place looks brightly lit. I park my car
and walk to the front door. It’s open.
A beautiful young woman is there to greet me: bright blue eyes, long blonde hair, dressed
in a blue overall-catsuit, radiating vitality. She extends both hands and holds my hands in
hers for at least ten seconds. Smiling warmly she says: ’My name is Walaya. Thank you for
coming. Let me take your coat.’
‘Thank you,’ I say, whilst thinking: wow, if these chocolates work on me the way they do
on her, I’m already hooked.
She smiles teasingly as if she read my mind and takes my arm.
‘Follow me, please.’
I’m escorted through a long corridor made of a shiny kind of stone. It looks a bit like
marble, but more transparent, like crystal. The walls seem to emanate light without a
visible source. At the end of the corridor is a large iron door. It opens as we approach and
she invites me in.
‘Wow, this looks more like a spaceship than a chocolate factory. Is this where you make
the Chocolights?’
‘Yes, those large drums contain the different ingredients, which are mixed in specific doses
with those crystal machines over there.’
‘They’re made of crystal?’
‘Yes. Where I come from crystals are used a lot.’
Before I can ask where she’s from, three people enter the factory from the other side of the
hall. There’s an elderly woman with large golden eyes. She’s wearing the same kind of
outfit as Walaya, but slightly darker. The younger of the two men is strikingly handsome
with large blue eyes and almost white hair. The elder gentleman is…. Time Bender!
‘Time Bender, is that you?’
I recognize his face, but he looks years younger than I remember him.
‘Please take a seat, my friend. I will explain in a minute. You already met Walaya. Now
meet my other Pleiadian friends Sasha and Layan.’
Both take my hands in theirs with radiant smiles.
Then Sasha holds out a chair for me and says: ’Would you like something to drink? And
how about some Chocolights to start with? Here, I think you will need one of these strong
pastils.’
It has a symbol of two intertwined snakes on it. I put it in my mouth and involuntarily
close my eyes. It melts on my tongue and gives a sizzling sensation. On its way down my
throat it brings a healing sensation to every organ in my chest and stomach. I can literally
feel the energy make its way through my body. This is no chocolate. This is magic!

They wait for me to savor the experience and then Time Bender speaks.
‘It is good to see you again my friend, but I see you are under the weather. Here, try this
chocolate. Careful, it’s very potent.’
The chocolate tastes awful, even worse than Ayahuasca. I cringe and Time Bender laughs.
‘The best medicine is often bitter. We learn from pain, and pain helps us heal. But you do
not need to suffer, as you have been wrongly taught to believe. You do not need to get
sick, or even age as I wished to show you by my appearance. The idea of aging and dying
is something that your species was programmed with. Because you have the expectation
that you will age and die, you do.’
He looks at me and waits for this to sink in. Then he says: ‘My Pleiadian friends have long
ago mastered this. What do you think Walaya’s age is? Can you guess?’
I look a little closer at Walaya. Her skin is very smooth, hardly any wrinkles. There are no
signs of grey hair. Her posture is upright, her muscles seem strong and she radiates vitality
and flexibility.
‘Well,’ I say hesitantly, ‘judging from her features, I would say she is around thirty. But
looking at her eyes and the wisdom they contain, I would say fifty. I find it hard to
estimate. What is your age Walaya?’
‘Three hundred and fifty.’
‘Can I have another chocolate, please? Preferably the one’s she’s having.’
They all laugh now.
‘So, Time Bender, if I were to change my mind on aging and dying, would I be able to live
that long?’
‘Yes, if you would change your programming, if you would change your mind, you would
be able to live forever. You see, you need to understand that the mind is not in the body, as
you commonly think, but the body is in the mind. If you change your mind, you change
your body. You must understand that your mind is not in your body. Your body is in your
mind.’
‘Now that’s an eye opener!’
‘Yes, it’s all in the mind. Where else can it be? Your next assignment is about opening your
mind and expanding the limited ideas that have been programmed into you.’
‘I’ve been doing some soul searching lately, and discovered that a lot of the thoughts I
have emerge from concepts that are not mine, like Original Sin.’
‘Good, very good! Your famous playwright Oscar Wilde once said “Most people are other
people”. Most people are on autopilot, programmed like machines. We are here to help
you and humanity wake up, and free yourselves from these limiting implants.’

Layan steps in: ‘On a higher level of existence life is built up out of codes, numbers and
symbols. When you get access to these codes, you are able to reprogram your system. You
can be anything you like. When you have access to the realms of codes and symbols you
are able to restructure reality and bend time.’
Sasha, who is sitting next to me, puts her hand on mine and squeezes it lovingly.
’We are here to help you activate the codes,’ she says. ‘One of the ways of helping is
through these chocolates. The symbols on them have a life of their own. They are a
language. Symbols, codes and numbers are ways of receiving information. It’s learning
without thinking, like a download.’
Time Bender leans forward and raises a warning finger.
‘That’s true, but it all begins with opening up to the possibility that it is actually possible to
download this information. You have to believe it, otherwise it will not happen. You have
to turn your paradigm “seeing is believing” into “believing is seeing”. That’s why your next
assignment is about becoming aware of your conditioned mind. Once you are aware of a
certain program or implant, you will be able to dismantle the belief system. Here, have
another chocolate.’
This one has the inscription on it that John Lennon showed me in the dream: the symbol
of the Underworld. It’s pitch black.
’Are you sure I need this one?’
‘Eat it for the sake of humanity.’
‘OK.’
I close my eyes and put it on my tongue. It begins to sizzle and burn. I feel sick and almost
need to throw up. I cough, sneeze and burp.
‘It’s OK,’ says Sasha, patting me on the back. ‘You’re releasing trauma. It’s a good thing. Let
it out. You’ve been implanted with geometric structures that trigger certain information in
you. These need to be released.’

When the worst is over, I wipe the tears from my eyes and drink some water. They wait for
me to recover. Then Sasha gets up from her chair. They’re all looking at her now, waiting
for her to say or do something. The atmosphere feels strange suddenly and I wonder what’s
going on. Sasha walks to the window, looks outside and the pine trees and then turns to
face me. She appears a bit sad and burdened, and when she speaks it’s in a low voice.
‘I wish to be honest with you about why we are here. We are not just here to help you
liberate yourself, but also for own own salvation. You see, in the past we made a big
mistake with you. We interfered with your Free Will when you were traveling through the
photon belt thirteen thousand years ago. This nebula of electromagnetic energy created
such an upheaval that your poles began to shift, triggering an Ice Age. When the shock hit,
we could feel your pain. We were so deeply involved, that we tried to rescue you by
leading groups of you to safer areas and lifting some of you off planet during the most
intense shiftings.’
She lowers her eyes and stares at her feet.
‘We did not understand that we were interfering with a potential quantum leap in learning
and evolution in which this photon belt experience was a necessary catalyst. We didn’t
understand you were in a balancing process, since we do not experience such processes
ourselves. We slipped out of compassion and fell into pity.’
She looks up again.
’In your confusion you thought we must be gods, and you identified yourselves as victims
for the first time in your history. You shifted out of the now, just when you were ready to
claim your own experience and feel the ecstasy of Gaia flipping her poles. Just when you
were ready to transcend fear, we stopped your process. We will never do this again.’
Her eyes fill up, and I also see Layan and Walaya wiping away tears. The Pleiadians are
obviously a very emotional race, not afraid to show their feelings. I feel pity for them, but
then catch myself. Pity is not an emotion I should be entertaining. Look where it got these
guys! I switch to compassion.
‘Thank you for being so honest, Sasha. I can feel your pain and I think I understand why
you are here and how our evolutions are interconnected.’
‘Thank you for understanding. We wish to sincerely apologize to you and the lovely
inhabitants of Earth. Owing to our destructive intervention in your evolution, spiritual law
decrees that we must be tied to your evolution. We are not able to evolve until we have
aided you in a positive manner. In fact, it was stated that we must help you to catch up to
us, before we can progress further.’
She sighs.
’Our civilization, in a future from where you are, is in peril. Our system will go nowhere
without you. We can evolve no further unless you evolve. This is why we are anxiously
awaiting you to recognize your value. When you do, you will give off a code of formulas.
When those formulas are set out in existence, we’ll be able to access the codes and
master numbers that you house inside your bodies. These codes contain the songs of your
and our freedom, sung as frequency and broadcast from the cells of your body.’
‘How beautiful!’
‘Yes, there is glorious information that is desperately needed in the Universe, and it’s
stored here on Earth. The codes contain formulas for replicating life. You, as human
beings, are the library cards, the keys to the Living Library. All information stored in Earth’s
library is accessible through you.’

Sasha sits down next to me and smiles through her tears. Again she takes my hand in hers.
‘Thank you for listening to me. It means a lot to me and to us. We can learn from you: you
are our past. You can learn from us: we are your future. But we will not force our help
upon you like we did thirteen thousand years ago. If you want our assistance, you need to
specifically ask.’
‘Alright: I hereby specifically ask your help on my assignment.’
‘Thank you, we’re here for you. We have your back.’
They all seem very relieved and are smiling at me with childlike enthusiasm. I feel myself
blushing and quickly say: ‘So, what happens now?’
‘As Earth is catapulted into a frequency that will allow the Living Library to come back into
full function,’ says Sasha, ‘you will once again become the keys who access the Library.
You will have twelve-stranded DNA and full brain capacity.’
‘Cool.’
‘But for this to happen, you must understand your value. You are considered by many in
this Universe to be priceless, but you have to discover this for yourself in order to access
the gift inside you. Endless battles have been fought over the wealth of data stored in you.
You have been purposely enticed away from discovering this wealth. You are purposely
taught that you are insignificant and valueless, so that other forms of intelligence will not
come and tap into you.’
Time Bender steps in at this point and reminds me of my assignment.
‘That’s why you need to become aware of your destructive concepts and finish them.’
‘How do I do that?’
‘Starting today, examine the things you say and take note of how many times you repeat
the same words. Know that as you think, so shall it be. Thoughts, and even more so,
repeated thoughts and words have the power to shape reality. Listen to yourself. What
does your mouth proclaim over and over? And stop judging.’
‘That’s not so simple. I find myself doing that all the time. Any tips and tricks as to how I
can stop judging?’
‘Simply stop doing it. Cut it off in mid sentence and say to yourself: what am I missing by
judging? When you judge, you miss the larger story and cut yourself off from information.
Being that you are information gathering entities, you are doing yourself a great disservice
by judging anyone or any situation.’
’When you look at your conditioning and implants from your heart,’ Sasha says, ‘you will be
in a neutral zone and see what’s driving you. All the experiences you have, come from your
thought patterns. Thought always comes first, experience is secondary. It’s never the other
way around. Your experience is a direct reflection of what you think. That’s why it’s so
important to move out of judgement. When you judge something or someone, you are
confining your reality. You are boxing yourself in. You are stepping out of the now.’
‘You need to get out of the logical mind,’ Layan says. ‘Be in the creative mind. The logical
mind is always wanting control. It’s always thinking that it’s right. The creative mind, the
child, isn’t arguing to be right. It wants adventure, excitement, something new.’
Sasha squeezes my hand and smiles ever so sweetly. Her eyes radiate so much love and
compassion, it’s difficult to take in. I’m not used to so much unfiltered love. She gets up
from her chair, stands behind me and puts her hands on my shoulders.
‘Please be gentle. Love yourself. Don’t feel guilty. Believe in yourself. You are all that you
need to believe in. There’s only one lesson to be learned: love yourself. Ultimately, it’s the
only one. Now, Walaya, would you be so kind to give our friend some practical guidance
into the art of self-love?’

 12. WALAYA
‘We are not alone in the universe. I think there’s a department in our government which is
exclusively dedicated to quashing reports about aliens. And that’s so unfair. It would be nice if we
weren’t just able to read about it in the tabloids.’
Sigourney Weaver, actress.

Walaya escorts me through the crystal hallway to the next room. She opens the door and I
look into a large space filled with pillows, comfortable chairs, a massage table, a bed,
yoga props, soft lighting, subtle music and wonderful scents.
‘Ah, this looks like heaven.’
‘Wait till you get to the real heaven.’
‘That sounds promising.’
She makes me take off my shoes and sits me down, cross-legged on a pillow in front of
her. She then looks deeply into my eyes and takes my hands into hers.
‘Do you remember me? It’s not a coincidence that we meet. This is a prearranged meeting.
But you marked it on your calendar so long ago that you may have forgotten.’
‘You seem familiar Walaya. From the moment I saw you, I felt at home and strangely
attracted to you. I do however feel a bit weird sitting here with you. It’s so intimate, and
my mind is telling me that I should feel guilty about this. I have a relationship with a
beautiful woman called Binkie, and I don’t want to hurt her in any way.’
‘What does your body tell you? What does your heart say?’
‘They speak a different language.’
‘I thought so.’
She begins to breathe deep through her mouth while holding her belly. With every breath
she opens her lips a little more. I follow her example. We keep looking into each other’s
eyes and slowly I’m transported into another reality.
When I close my eyes I see an enchanting landscape. The air is fresh, the sun is shining,
and the wind plays sweet melodies through the blossoming trees. My body feels strong
and alive. I feel like moving and walk to the river. In its clear waters I see my face
reflected. But the face I see isn’t mine. It’s Walaya’s.
Her memories begin to flood into me: shapes, colors, events, days, nights, lovers, friends.
It all comes back to me in a huge download of information, an unstoppable stream of
data. My eyes start fluttering and I loose control. My body is now swaying in fast circles
around its axis. After a couple of minutes the energy gets so high, I can’t contain it
anymore. I start giggling uncontrollably.
Suddenly I become aware of how silly I’m behaving and open my eyes in shame. But her
face is beaming at me. She’s laughing and enjoying this as much as I am. I laugh even
more, but after a while notice that the sound of my laughter has changed. I’m crying now.
I’m sobbing. I can’t remember what happens next, but when I open my eyes, I’m in her
arms. She’s singing to me, like a mother to a baby having nightmares. I fall into a deep
sleep.
When I wake, I feel rested. I’m still in her arms. She feels me moving and smiles at me.
‘Welcome back. I’m glad you released some of the tension you’ve been carrying around.
It’s no piece of cake, is it, living on Earth in these troublesome times?’
‘Tell me about it. It’s not exactly an easy planet to be on right now.’
‘Yes, but a certain amount of disruption is necessary in order for a shift to occur. That’s
why your planet is in chaos. It may seem to you like it’s falling apart, but from our
perspective this is necessary in order to move humanities through their growth. If all were
perfect on your planet, it would not be ripe for the shift in consciousness that will occur.’
‘I’m still not convinced humanity will be able to make the shift happen. Every time I turn
on the news I can’t help but feel we’re on a collision course towards destruction.’
’Don’t worry. Your world is not being destroyed. There is great assistance hovering around
your planet. There are many extraterrestrials assisting you, some of which have
technologies to clean up your environment within days. If, however, this was done, what
do you think would occur? Those who have been destroying the planet would simply carry
on doing so.’ 

‘Is there really no negativity in your world Walaya?’
‘Hardly, but that’s also our problem. We have avoided and suppressed negativity by going
very far into spirituality and beneficial technologies. A certain amount of negativity is
needed for growth and evolution. The optimum amount is, I would estimate, two percent -
just enough to keep a civilization on their toes and creative, but not too much for it to fall
into destructive patterns.’
‘How negative is Earth?’
‘The human race is between 45% and 55% negative.’
‘Oomf. No wonder I’ve been feeling a little bogged down lately.’
‘Yes, but this has also made you into the experts of the Universe when it comes to
handling sorrow, pain and suffering. You know there was a planet called Maldek, which
was once in our solar system between Mars and Jupiter. Their percentage of negativity was
35%, but they couldn’t handle it.’
‘What happened?’
‘They blew up their planet.’
‘So, compared to them we’re doing fine? Well, I’m glad something good is coming out of
all this negativity and suffering we’re creating.’
‘Yes, you should be proud of yourselves. You’re still holding the balance. You are heroes!
Do you know advanced ETs are now awakening to the role for which the human race
volunteered? Up until now they’ve been regarding you as primitive and barbaric, naive
and narrow minded. Their viewpoint has changed to one of praise and gratitude. They
understand the human race has taken on the unresolved problems of other races and are
actually helping them.’
‘How high must our frequency be in order to activate the codes?’
‘For a civilization to ascend a density frequency of at least 4.5 is needed, like we are in.
You are presently around 3.5, which is actually quite high considering how much
negativity there is on your planet. This is because there are pockets of very high positivity
as well. Many of you have been working on yourself and it is beginning to show. It’s
having effect on the collective.’

She hands me a glass of red-bluish juice.

‘Here, this is what we drink. We don’t eat like you do. Our digestive system is different.
Nutrition, which consists almost entirely of juices, is digested by our stomach and waste is
passed out by the skin pores. Our clothing is made of an organic material that feeds off the
toxins from the skin. I’m telling you these things so that you may expand your ideas about
what is “normal”. Ask me anything you want to know about the Pleiades.’
‘OK. Tell me about your relationships.’
‘They are very free. If I would come home one day and say: “This has been an absolutely
wonderfully fulfilling relationship, and I now feel that it’s time for me to go to the other
side of the planet and do something else” there’s total understanding, total respect with no
personal pain on the part of my partner. He recognizes the time and there’s a natural
disconnection. This allows relationships to remain fluid and the sexual energy is not held
or blocked. Most people on Earth assume that you need a relationship to become
complete. If you think this way, you are always going to attract a reflection of your self-
perceived incompleteness. You will attract someone who will act incompletely, to remind
you that this is what you believe yourself to be.’
‘Tell me about sex on the Pleiades.’
‘We allow our sexual energy to permeate every aspect of life. As you may have noticed,
there is a lot of sensuality in the way we interact. This is because we do not differentiate
between sexuality and life. Sexuality to us is life. It’s the complete and full channeling of
that energy through our bodies.’
‘Is this the case for all advanced civilizations?’
‘Oh no. For instance, the Orions do not express sexuality in day-to-day life. They express it
only when they’re with their mate and in a certain disciplined time period. You, on Earth,
have also been suppressing your sexuality. You’ve been told that sex is sinful and you’ve
been made to feel ashamed of your bodies. This is the kind of concepts Time Bender wants
you to evaluate as part of your new assignment. All these concepts have something in
common: they separate you from the healing forces of the Earth and the Cosmos. Freeing
up your sexual energy will help you reconnect to the Universe and its healing codes.’

She gets up and motions me to lay down on the massage table. She turns the lights down
low and gently begins to rub my back, unblocking energy with precise movements. Her
touch is subtle and amazingly effective. I relax and almost start purring. Then she suddenly
presses down hard on a muscle in between my shoulder blades.
‘Ouch, that hurts!’
‘Yes, I thought so. This muscle needs to be activated if you want to raise your frequency.’
‘What’s so special about it?’
‘It’s where your angel wings were attached, the backdoor to your heart. Now hold still
while I activate this point.’
She presses down hard again.
‘Aahh!’
‘Good, that ought to do it. Now sit on the floor.’
I sit down cross legged and she gets behind me, pressing her body against mine and gently
rubbing her pelvis against me. It feels sexual and exciting. I feel my belly becoming warm
and want to purr again. She then folds her arms around me and cups her hands over my
heart.
‘Now place your hands over mine and bring all of your awareness to this area. Imagine
breathing through your heart, making more space with every breath. Feel your heart
opening, expanding into space.’
We breathe together for several minutes and I feel my heart area becoming larger. After a
while it seems to become even larger than my body. Meanwhile she keeps on arousing me
by rubbing her pelvis against my lower back and tickling my thighs with her fingers.
‘Mmm, very good, I can feel you are creating more sexual energy. Can you feel a fire
burning in your belly? Keep raising this sexual energy towards your heart. Use your breath
to bring it from your belly to your heart. Yes, very good. Let it create more fire in your
heart. Keep on expanding.’

I keep breathing and expanding and begin to feel I could encompass the whole world with
my heart. After a few more minutes of these erotic movements and heartfelt expansions, she
gets up from behind me and walks to the bed. She lays herself down and motions me to
come to her.
‘Come here and lay on top of me.’
‘Eh…’
‘Come now, don’t be shy. It’s all for the greater good. You will have to overcome your fear
connected to sex if you want to ascend. You have bought into the idea that sex is unnatural
and dirty. If you keep thinking this way, it’s impossible for the force of Mother Earth to flow
through you. She is like a snake moving up your spine.’
‘I’ve heard of that,’ I say to buy some time. ‘It’s called Kundalini, right?’
‘Yes. Kundalini is the serpent energy that lies coiled at the base of your spine. It’s an
electromagnetic energy that activates the chakra system. On its journey up the spine the
serpent stimulates the electrons within the cells of your body and awakens cellular memory.
Once the balancing is complete, it will travel up and down your spine in a continual wave of
ecstasy.’
She looks at me sternly and teasingly at the same time.
‘Now, stop trying to change the subject and postpone the inevitable. Come here and lay
yourself on top of me!’
She opens her arms and I reluctantly give in. She feels very warm and soft, and I press my
hands into the mattress in order not to put my full weight onto her.
‘Stop pussyfooting and surrender to me. I can handle you. Relax.’
She breathes deeply and I follow her rhythm. She begins to rub my back with gentle strokes,
sometimes squeezing or tickling me. Her hands explore my body and make their way
towards my lower back. Warmth flows from her hands into my abdomen. A soft tingling is
felt, which grows as she breathes deeper into me.
The sexual energy begins to build again and I have to remind myself not to be ashamed or
embarrassed. She is rubbing her pelvis, stomach and breasts against me, creating surges of
warm sensations circling up my spine. The snake is slithering its way up, unblocking stagnant
energy, which is released in frequent violent shudders. She doesn’t seem to mind my
outbursts and keeps moving with me, arousing me, whispering gentle words of
encouragement. Higher and higher the energy moves, until it gets stuck around my solar
plexus. I feel an immense amount of fear coming up. I freeze and stop breathing.
‘Breathe, breathe!’ she whispers, but I can’t hear her.
‘Come on, breathe!’ she says in a louder voice.
She’s very far away now. I’ve shut out the world. I’ve shut out the pain.
‘Breathe!!!’
Suddenly I snap out of my bubble, and gasp for air. A cry escapes from my lungs. Repressed
feelings of anger and frustration bundle themselves into cries of rage. I can’t contain it. It’s
just too much. The anger tears through me, like a knife cutting me apart from the inside. I yell
for a long time until there is nothing left to scream about.
‘That’s enough for today,’ she says, gently releasing herself from my weight and pulling a
blanket over my trembling body. ‘You did well. I’m very proud of you and I love you from the
bottom of my heart.’
I manage a faint smile, close my eyes, and pass out.

 13. LAYAN
‘The Universe is under no obligation to make sense to you.’
Neil deGrasse Tyson, American astrophysicist, author and science communicator.

When I come to my senses several hours later, Layan walks into the room with a plate full of
food and drinks.
‘Hello my friend, I heard you had an intense session with Walaya. How are you feeling now?’
‘Shaken.’
‘Here, have some refreshments.’
I devour the food while Layan watches with unconcealed amusement.
‘I know it’s not easy for you to make sense of all that is happening and I would like to help
you with that. You see, what you lack is the big picture. People on Earth are like a colony of
ants in the corner of a kitchen. You think that your colony is all there is and are not aware of
the things that go on around you in other rooms, the city, the country, the world, let alone the
Galaxy.’
‘That’s not very flattering, Layan.’
‘I’m sorry, I did not mean to offend you in any way.’
‘Just messing with you. Don’t listen to me.’
‘OK, haha, thank you for not being offended. I just wish to make you see the bigger picture,
so you can understand why everything is so uptight and coming to a climax right now.’
‘Thank you, I would love to hear more about that. Just give me a minute to come to my
senses.’
Layan waits patiently while I stretch my legs and try walking unsteadily around the room. I
feel drained and vulnerable. Like a new borne baby without any protectional layers. My
defense mechanisms are gone. It feels raw. It also feels wonderful and liberating. After a
while I sit down on the couch opposite Layan. I take a few deep breaths and say: ‘OK, I’m
ready.’
‘OK. So, the reason for the chaos and crisis you are experiencing has to do with the fact that
Earth holds many resources. We’ve already told you about the DNA codes that you - as a
species - hold inside you, but Earth is also valuable for another reason. Many of the struggles
that are going on are not just about access to the Living Library, but also about access to the
Stargates.’
‘What are Stargates?’
‘Stargates are portals to different dimensions and places within the Universe. They are used
for inter-dimensional travel or to travel within the same dimension to other places in the
same density. Earth is riddled with Stargates, the main one being in the Middle-East. This is
the one the Anunakki and the Drakons use to travel to Earth. That’s what many of the wars in
that region are really about. You can probably understand how vital these portals are,
especially to races who no longer have the ability to evolve in a natural manner.’
‘Like the Annunaki?’
‘That’s right. When the Anunnaki came to Earth 950,000 years ago they began using Earth
women as breeders of hybrids. As a consequence the Nephilim, human-Anunnaki hybrids,
were created. These Nephilim, mentally superior to the humans, dominated Earth man. They
were seen as gods or demi-gods by you. They were instrumental in bringing a highly
advanced materialistic culture to Earth.’
‘So they not only dominated us, but also helped us advance - at least scientifically and
materialistically.’
‘That’s right, but they also made many mistakes with you. Distortions of the human DNA
were produced, involving the creation of varieties of horrible animal-human-like creatures.
This became an embarrassment to the forefathers of the Anunnaki, called the Elohim. They
removed the Nephilim mutations. Drastic measures were used involving disconnection of
higher electromagnetic strands of DNA, leaving regions of the so-called junk DNA - but now
enabling the human to rebuild and reorder the DNA in time.’
‘How did the Anunnaki on Earth take this interference?’
‘Not well. In fact this resulted in a huge war, referred to as the Thousand Years war around
850,000 years ago. During this war the Anunnaki, embittered by the Elohim’s interference
with their Nephilim, planned to destroy the Sphere of Amenti, which is the main Stargate to
Earth, and enslave the human race to mine for gold. Eventually a treaty was established
between the Elohim and the Anunnaki, the Treaty of El-Anu. In spite of the treaty there were
still a few Anunnaki in opposition to it and they formed the Anunnaki Resistance which was
supported and joined by Drakons. These are the beings you are still dealing with today.’

I need to go to the bathroom and ask Layan where to go. He blushes and says: ‘I’m sorry, we
don’t have one. We never use them. Maybe you can go outside? Wait, let me join you, so that
we can stretch our legs.’
He escorts me through the hallway, past the reception and into the garden. He waits politely
at a distance until I am finished and then leads me into the woods. It’s wonderful to be out. I
inhale the fresh air deeply, but notice Layan is doing almost the opposite. He’s hardly
breathing.
‘You don’t like fresh air, Layan?’
‘I wouldn’t call this fresh air. I must take you to our planet someday soon, when you have
mastered inter-dimensional travel.’
We walk in silence for a few minutes and I enjoy the cool breeze through the pine trees.
After a while Layan turns to me and says: ‘Have you heard of the Arc of the Covenant?’
‘Yes, but to be honest I have no clue what it is. I know it has to do with some agreement
between God and man, right?’
‘Yes, that’s one way of putting it. You know the story of Noah being warned by God, or the
gods, that a catastrophe was eminent? Noah supposedly escaped by building an Ark. What in
fact happened is that he escaped through the Arc of the Covenant within the Great Pyramid.’
‘The Arc of the Covenant is a space portal?’
‘Yes, it is the space portal. Originally the Arc of the Covenant was called the Arch of the
Covenant of Palaidor. Several advanced races of extraterrestrials, collectively known as the
Palaidorians, made an agreement to aid humans by providing a soul matrix secured within
the Arc after the fall of man caused fragmentation of consciousness from its collective state.
This agreement was known as the Covenant of Palaidor.’
‘This sounds like a story Tolkien could have made up. We should make a movie from this!’
‘The reason people love these stories is because they recognize them somewhere deep
inside. The reason they recognize them, is because they happened. Anyway: the technology
of the Arc of the Covenant was installed into Earth’s planetary system and time matrix to
counter, repair and rehabilitate imbalances and distortions created by negative interference.’
‘So this is what the Annunaki, the Dracos and other races have been fighting over?’
‘Yes. The Palaidorians knew this would happen and built security procedures into the system,
such as a Fifth Dimensional seal which must be released by matching the frequency, or
higher, to open the Arc portal bridge. Also, the Great Pyramid was built over the Arc’s
entrance to fortify and secure its location.’

I think back to when I was in Egypt a couple of years back. To think I was inside the Great
Pyramid and had no idea I was so close to the space portal!
‘This location is Earth’s main vortex centre, corresponding to the heart chakra in humans. The
Pyramid used to create an inter-dimensional alignment with a similar system on Sirius,
enabling instantaneous transit of spacecrafts from the advanced Sirian Council of the
Anunnaki to keep the Resistance Anunnaki on Earth in order.’
‘I read somewhere that the Anunnaki are from a planet called Nibiru, not Sirius.’
‘They are now, but in the times I’m referring to, they were mainly from Sirius A and Sirius B.’
‘So they moved to Nibiru later?’
‘Yes, although Nibiru has been called The Twelfth Planet, technically it is not a planet of your
solar system. It is a planet from another solar system, but the star that was the sun of this
system was extinguished. Nibiru orbits into your solar system every 3,600 years and this
collision course has caused great damage to their planet in the past. That is the main reason
the Anunnaki came to Earth long ago. They were looking for a new home.’
’OK, that makes sense.’
‘The wormholes and portals through which the Nibiruans travel to get to and from our solar
system are not always open, and exact timing is needed to be able to travel from one area of
space to the other. Hence the necessity for the exact locating and alignment with the stars,
and also the need for an accurate calendar to plan their comings and goings. These celestial
measurements allowed them to travel home on a regular basis, and not to get stuck here on
Earth at times when it was not beneficial to be here. The cycle of these portals opening and
closing is along the lines of 3,600 years and they remain open for periods of two to three
hundred years at a time, sufficient time for the Anunnaki to come and go and appear as the
gods that everybody thought they were.’

This is beginning to make sense. I understand now why the ancient Egyptians were so
fascinated by Sirius, the Great Pyramid being a Stargate between Earth and Sirius. My mind
travels back to my excursions on the Giza Plateau and I specifically remember being
fascinated by the many Ankh symbols I saw there. They are said to be ancient healing
devices. I ask Layan about them.
’Ankhs were charged using the Arc and were capable of many feats, like opening the Arc
portals, opening Inner Earth portals, healing, weather modifications and the larger ones
gravity reversal. They could produce high frequency energy to be synthesized in specific
ways and could manipulate morphogenetic fields of objects. The pyramids and the Sphinx
were built using the large ankhs.’
‘Can I get one of those?’
‘Haha, well you can, but you’ll have to dig deep. The larger ones are securely hidden under
the Sphinx, which was built around the same time as the Great Pyramid.’
‘So, it’s true! There is a secret chamber under the Sphinx.’
‘Oh yes.’
‘Who built The Sphinx and why?’
‘It was built by the Sirian Council as a tribute to the Leonine race who laid the foundations of
the Anunnaki and Sirian culture. Don’t you remember? You are the great ancestors of the
Earth people. You are one of those ancient Cat People. I can see it in you.’
‘A friend of mine who has traveled the Galaxy also mentioned this. She said my first
incarnation into the time-space matrix was Leonine.’
‘Yes. Even today Egyptians still honor the Leonine race through their worship of cats. The
head of The Sphinx was initially also that of the Leonine race, but it was beheaded by the
Anunnaki Resistance. The Anunnaki of the Sirian Council then rebuilt it, and the head was
given the likeness of the Sirian Council Anunnaki, demonstrating their alliance with the
founders.’
‘I read a book by a researcher called Graham Hancock, called Fingerprints of the Gods. He
found evidence of the existence of highly evolved civilizations on Earth before the dawn of
modern man. When I interviewed him for my last book he told men that the key to solving
the puzzle of where we come from and where we are going lays under the Great Pyramid
and The Sphinx. Do you know what treasures are buried underneath these monuments?’
Layan seems a bit uneasy at this question and doesn’t immediately answer. We reach a small
lake in the forest and enjoy the view of the calm waters being lit by the setting sun. After a
while Layan starts talking again.
‘You know,’ he says, ‘I don’t think I can tell you that. As Sasha said earlier we have become
very cautious about not interfering with your evolution. The Great Pyramid and The Sphinx
are built like time capsules and will open up to humanity as soon as they have reached a
certain state of consciousness. If humanity were to have access to the information and
technology hidden under these structures before they are ready for this, it will lead to your
downfall.’
‘I understand.’
‘What I can however tell you is that it is not so much what you will find underneath these
ancient structures that is important. The great discovery for humanity will be that you are not
alone in the Universe and are intimately connected to other races. You will understand your
history and this discovery will change everything.’

We walk back to the factory in silence. I ponder Layan’s last remark that the discovery of the
treasures laying underneath the monuments at Giza will change everything. I imagine a team
of archeologists on the evening news shining their flashlights into large halls full of advanced
technology and ancient tablets revealing the history of mankind in relationship to the
Cosmos. This will indeed change everything: our creation stories, evolution theories,
religions, sense of self, etc. It will be a grand revolution and I understand why advanced star
races are careful to time this event just right. Layan seems to pick up on my thoughts.
’The star races are protecting you and looking out for you. They want to get it right this time
and their amazing technologies are protecting you. For instance: have you heard of the
Golden Fleece?’
‘It rings a bell, but no clue what it is.’
‘In addition to the Arc being a portal bridge, it works as a frequency machine resetting the
Divine Blueprint and creating the so-called Golden Fleece. If the planet is invaded by ETs
who impose their consciousness distortions and DNA mutations on the civilization or wish to
destroy the sacred geometry by interfering with portals, the Arc - normally on autopilot - acts
like an antivirus program. This override system creates a pulse which vaporizes anything not
protected. It also raises the frequency spectrum of the object, planetary system, or even time
matrix, holding it encapsulated in a hyper-dimensional field which preserves the integrity of
the endangered region until restored to its normal operation.’
‘And I thought I was clever…’
‘Well at least you’re catching up fast.’
‘I’ve heard stories about the Arc of the Covenant being a chest that the Israelites carried
around containing some sort of divine technology.’
‘There is some truth to that. After the destruction and sinking of Altantis around 9,500 BC,
caused by the Resistance ETs, the Sirian Council removed the ankhs and closed the portals.
However, before prohibiting complete use of the ankhs two small tools were retained and
charged from the Arc. They were placed in a gold chest and became known as the rod and
the staff to be used for portal access.’
‘Where are they now?’
‘Eventually these tools were also discharged and confiscated from human use. This was the
beginning of the dark ages for humans who over time were given less information, less truth,
and more deception as to their history and advanced technologies.’
‘Thank God the dark ages are behind us.’
‘Don’t thank God, thank yourselves. It is you who have set this process in motion, by wanting
to wake up and free yourselves from age-old oppression.’

‘Layan, is there a way for us to speed up the process of releasing ourselves from this ancient
oppression?’
‘Don’t worry about that too much. It will happen anyway, whether you actively cooperate or
not. Best is to surrender to the process and allow us to help you. The matrix that was set
around your planet will dissolve when the Arc of the Covenant is activated. It was set up to
be able to neutralize any so called Phantom Matrix.’
‘What’s that?’
‘A Phantom Matrix is a fallen region of lower-dimensional spectrum. It slowly turns into a
degenerating black-hole reality. In this case it contains the fallen parallel Earth that the Bible
refers to as the bottomless pit, Hades or Hell.’
‘Hell actually exists in the form of a parallel Earth?’
‘Yes. In fact many parallel versions of Earth exist. It happens sometimes on Earth that people
are sucked into this Phantom Matrix. Especially via the Falcon or Phoenix wormholes in the
Bermuda Triangle, caused by large pyramids from Atlantean times on the bottom of the
ocean. Ships and planes can be sucked into these vortexes and disappear from our reality.’
‘That must be weird, suddenly getting catapulted into a different dimension.’
‘Well yes, but chances are that the ones experiencing this will not notice immediately. They
wouldn’t necessarily encounter sheer misery and torment. There would be upper portions of
this reality which initially might be indistinguishable from Earth as it is today, though one
would soon realize the control and suppression is greater and from an ET government, and
also that it’s an astral frequency dimension with no death of the body, except that one slowly
dies in an imploding black-hole system capable of lasting some hundreds of millions of years
without external and internal sustenance. Hence the term living dead.’
We walk out of the woods and see the brightly lit factory in the distance. I catch myself
sighing in relief. It already feels like home, as do my Pleiadian friends.
 14. VONDELPARK
‘We all know that UFOs are real. All we need to ask is where do they come from, and what do
they want.’
Edgar Mitchell, Captain Apollo 14, sixth man on the Moon.

A few days later I’m in the Vondelpark. I feel a lot better after my meetings with the
Pleiadians. The fever’s gone and I‘m remarkably fit for someone who - according to my
doctor - should be in bed for at least another two weeks. The combination of Chocolights,
Sasha’s apologies, Time Bender’s insights, Layan’s teachings and Walaya’s bodywork have
put me back on my feet.
The Vondelpark is one of my favorite places in Amsterdam. It’s the place the hippies used
to hang out during the Sixties. As I settle down on a bench opposite the fountain in the
centre of the park, I realize it’s exactly fifty years ago that the hippie culture reached it’s
climax during the famous Summer of Love of 1967.
What an ecstatic summer that was! After two devastating World Wars and a solemn period
of rebuilding society that followed, people were finally acting silly again, laughing,
dancing and singing - enjoying life to the max. They were ridding themselves of the guilt
trip Yahweh had laid on them and ready to create a new Paradise.
In just a few years the hippies managed to kick down just about every ‘holy house’, as we
say in Holland. They got into free sex, free hugs, free love. They experimented with yoga,
meditation and mind altering substances. They laughed at the establishment and did their
own, groovy thing.
Of course it couldn’t last, but it was the first outburst of rebellion against the system and
striving for a new Paradise that is now becoming commonplace. There’s yoga schools in
every part of town now, health food shops are booming, business people go on silent
retreats to get fresh ideas, mindfulness is taught in elementary schools and Buddha has
become the new garden goblin.
For the first time in many months I feel more relaxed about the future of mankind. Things
are changing, and it’s just a matter of time before we all get it. Paradigms don’t shift
overnight. It took a while before everyone got it that Earth is actually round instead of flat
and that the Sun revolves around the Earth.
But how much time do we have for this particular quantum shift in consciousness to
occur? How much time do we have to activate the codes to the Living Library? Is there a
deadline, a point of no return when we inevitably fall back to a stone age and have to go
through another Great Cycle again? More suppressive religions and governments, more
guilt trips, famines, droughts, wars, earthquakes, and repeating all of the lessons we had
already learned… I shudder at the thought.

‘May I sit next to you?’

‘Hidden Hand! What are you doing here?’
‘I’m on holiday, having a break from the bad.’
‘You certainly look different. What happened to the Al Pacino look?
‘I told you I don’t particularly like the role we are playing. And to be honest, we - the
Luciferian Angels - are tired. We need a rest from all this too, you know.’
‘I was just thinking of that. I can’t bear the idea of going through all of this again for
another cycle of 26.000 years.’
‘Same here.’
‘White looks good on you.’
’Thank you.’
We sit in silence for a while enjoying the sun. Then Hidden Hand speaks in a low voice.
‘I came to tell you that this will be our last meeting. The portal of opportunity is almost
closing.’
‘Really? That’s too bad. I have come to enjoy our meetings. Can’t you stay, so we can work
together to get the ball rolling in the right direction?’
At that moment a ball rolls in our direction with a dog running after it. The ball comes to a
standstill right in front of Hidden Hand’s feet, and the dog is enthusiastically wagging its
tail, waiting for him to throw it away. Hidden Hand eyes the slimy ball with utter disgust.
Then he looks at the begging eyes of the dog. He sighs, picks up the ball and throws it
towards the fountain.
‘You know,’ he says, ‘I’ve already been chastised for going well beyond my remit here. It
was not intended that I be as open as I have been. If you follow our conversation through
from the beginning, you may notice how my tone toward you has softened during our
discourse. I have, as far as possible, adhered fully to the laws of Free Will and Confusion,
although there have been instances where I have said more than I should have. You will
not suffer for this. However, when it comes to my next cycle and working off my karmic
record, I will have to accept the consequences for my actions. But hey, I figure I’ve got a
negative enough life to come as it is, so what’s a little extra going to matter?’

I feel for him and would like to reach out and take his hands in mine, just like my
Pleiadian friends did. But then I look at his hands and the slime from the dogs mouth
dripping from his fingers and change my mind.
‘I am touched by your words and want you to know that I’m very grateful for the role
you’ve been willing to play as a catalyst in our lives. But you know, as far as I’m
concerned, you don’t have to play that role anymore. I think we got the message. I think
we all feel it’s time for change. Why not settle this peacefully?’
He throws the ball away again and his eyes follow the happy dog running towards the
fountain. He doesn’t answer my question.
‘You know Hidden Hand, I will miss you. I have enjoyed our meetings and have learned
so much in such a short while. Thank you for your wisdom and your time. And thank you
for your sacrifice to us.’
‘I also have a confession to make. I was reluctant to be the one tasked with this
communication. I still very much have a weakness for compassion. But I obey and
discharge the assignments given to me. It has been a very long time since I last had any
direct dealings with your kind in general. I did not anticipate how involved I would
become in this process. You could say that I have in some way grown somewhat attached
to you. What began as me just doing my duty, has become more a labour of love, and I
think I will actually kind of miss you too.’

We watch children playing in the fountain, dogs running after balls, people lying in the
grass smoking joints, playing guitar and trying to get a barbecue going. It’s a strange
feeling to experience such simple happiness in the presence of this dreaded being. After a
while Hidden Hands starts talking in a dreamy voice.
‘Life is in a constant process of communication with us. We are all intimately connected,
but mostly people are too busy to notice. Our Infinite Creator longs to be close to us. In
truth, He is closer than most would believe. They just don’t notice Him, as they pass Him
by on the street every day, when He gives them their change at the shop, when you tuck
Her into bed and give Her a kiss goodnight, when you squash Him as He’s running up
your bathroom wall toward His web.’
‘God is in all things.’
‘If you want to meet God, find yourself a mirror, gaze into it and say the magic word:
hello.’
‘Thanks. I’ll remember that next time I look in the mirror.’
We fall silent again and suddenly I hear a song inside of me. It’s the angels singing. They’re
singing about two lovers reuniting after a long odyssey. I close my eyes and listen to the
music. When I open them, I see that Hidden Hand’s eyes are also closed. Is he hearing this
too? Or is he just enjoying these last minutes of peaceful tranquility, before he has to step
back into his role of the antagonist in the Game of Life?
Then I see a familiar face popping up in my mind. It’s John Lennon. He’s now conducting
the angel choir and slowly changing the tune into an all too familiar chorus: ‘All you need
is love, all you need is love, all you need is love, love. Love is all you need. Love, love,
love…’
The songs fades away. I look at Hidden Hand again, who’s eyes are still closed. I wish I
could persuade him to stay. I wish I could change his mind, and make him step out of his
role permanently, so that we can declare a truce. In my mind I picture the two of us
marching through the Vondelpark - hand in hand - telling everyone that War is Over, if we
want it.

But he doesn’t change his mind. He has a divine contract to uphold and needs to get into
the role of the evil villain again. But before he does, he has one final thought to share.
Without opening his eyes he says: ’Please remember that, no matter the ideologies that
may separate us in this game, the message is all that matters. And the message is that in
the love and the light of our Infinite Creator, we are all one. Remember that ultimately this
is just a game we are playing. We are actors on the stage of life. This world is all illusion, a
thought-form. No one really dies, and no one is really hurt. In between incarnations we
know this very well. But the rules ensure that we must forget who we are, so that we
believe it’s real whilst playing the Game of Life.’
He opens his eyes, looks at me and then gets up from the bench. I get up as well and for a
short moment we look deeply into each other’s eyes. There is only love, there is no
separation in this moment. He extends his hand, and I totally forget about the slime.
While holding my hand he says: ‘Remember the most important lesson I taught you the
first time we met. There is no-one else but you. When you remember who you are, and
you know it deep within the core of your being, you will know and recognize your
invisible connection to all that Is. In so doing, joy, thanksgiving and service will be the
natural outpouring result from your grateful heart. I wish you well on your journey.’
‘You too Hidden Hand. I wish you all the best during in the next 26.000 years. I hope
there will also be sweet and happy times for you in between the negativity you will have
to undergo. I’m already looking forward to meeting you in between lives. The first round’s
on me.’
He nods, makes a courteous bow and says: ’We will meet again for we are one, and we
are all on our way home. I ask our Infinite Creator to protect and guide you upon your
path.’

 15. GAME MAKERS
‘In the firm belief that the American public deserves a better explanation than that thus far
given by the Air Force, I strongly recommend that there be a committee investigation of the
UFO phenomena. I think we owe it to the people to establish credibility regarding UFOs, and
to produce the greatest possible enlightenment of the subject.’
Gerald Ford, former President of the USA.

Binkie and I have decided to move in together in her lovely little house in the North of
Amsterdam. Binkie has been living here for many years and has painted it in the colors
that make her happy: red, orange, yellow, green, blue, purple, white. It takes me a while
to I realize these are the seven colors of the rainbow and the seven colors the yogis in
India ascribe to the chakras. Living in Binkie’s home makes me aware of the different
‘colors’ of life, the different dimensions and spheres.
Binkie is a joy to be with. When she wakes up in the morning, the first thing she does is
smile. Then she starts making jokes and silly sounds. Then she goes downstairs for yoga
and meditating. She is playful and serious, extrovert and introvert. She loves to dance and
sing, and loves to be silent.
Living in her home is an experience of allowing color into my life. Not just the colors and
frequencies I am accustomed to - the higher levels - but also the ‘lower’ ones, connected
to te darker colors, like black, brown, deep red and fiery orange. Binkie’s surroundings
confront me with levels of existence I’ve been trying to avoid for most of life. They make
me see it’s safe to be in the body, and OK to show emotions. My whole being is coming
alive in her presence.
During the day we spend time making music, writing books and articles, studying yoga,
doing meditation, going for kayak tours, teaching meditation and performing. Binkie plays
hang drum, sings and plays shamanistic instruments. Together with our bass player Peter
we start performing meditative concerts called Seven Steps to Paradise.

The number seven has become rather significant in our life. Our concert refers to the
seven initiations everyone goes through on their way to completion. These initiations were
once performed in the Great Pyramid in Egypt. They correspond to the seven colors of the
rainbow and seven whole notes in our musical scales.
The Bible mentions the number seven more than seven hundred times. There are seven
churches, seven angels, seven seals, seven trumpets, seven stars. Salomon built his temple
in seven years, Job had seven sons, the deluge happened seven days after Noah was
warned by ‘God’, seven fat and seven meagre years, and Jesus spoke seven words from the
cross.
The Jewish Talmud also speaks of seven heavens, Muslims walk around the holy stone in
Mecca seven times, Hindus tell us there are seven worlds and the Sun God in Vedic
traditions rides in a chariot puled by seven horses. Japanese mythology claims there are
seven gods of fortune. When Buddha was borne he was supposed to have taken seven
steps. His mother died seven days after his birth, and so on.
In preparation for the concerts Binkie and I experiment a lot with these Seven Steps and
familiarize ourselves with each level of existence. These steps are related to: Body,
Emotion, Mind, Heart, Genius, Angel, Source. They each contain a specific frequency,
color, insight, lesson, obstacle and initiation.
Our experiments with the different primal frequencies makes it easier to turn on a certain
frequency and turn off others. It’ feels like consciously taking the reigns - the horses of the
chariot - into our own hands and creating reality on a conscious way.
At times we are completely immersed in the roles we play, but at other times we can step
out of the role and watch ourselves as detached observers. We are am both actor and
spectator. We also find it increasingly more easy to feel that we are actually creating the
play from a different density. We are beginning to feel like the Game Makers Time Bender
told me about a long time ago.
‘Binkie, did I ever tell you about the Game Makers?’ I ask her one morning over breakfast.
‘No, not that I recall.’
‘Time Bender told me about them many years back. He said they are the ones who got this
whole Game of Life started in the very beginning. They seeded races on different planets
in order to create the reality we are living in, called a Polarity Game. They introduced
duality by giving races a choice between Service to Others and Service to Self.’
‘Interesting choice.’
‘Yes, this choice has been driving us through the ages.’
‘I wonder if we can break free from this drive by stepping out of the apparent duality. I
mean: to me it’s not really a choice, because they are equally important. Without Service
to Self, you cannot serve others. Without Service to Others, there is no way to serve
yourself.’
‘Yes, you’ve got a point there.’
‘And besides, didn’t Time Bender and Hidden Hand tell you again and again that there is
no other? There is just you. So, I think it’s a false contradiction and I think I stopped
playing that game a while ago.’
‘Interesting you should say that, because Alloya once told me that we’ll know the Game is
over when the players begin to wake up to the fact that it is a game. It’s like that movie
with Jim Carrey, The Truman Show. At some point he literally hits the wall and comes to
the end of his world. He understands that it was a game. It was never real.’
Over the next weeks we get more and more curious about the mysterious Game Makers at
the top of the creation pyramid. Who are they? On what dimension do they live? What do
they do exactly, and how do they create these games? The only person we can think of
who can answer these questions is Alloya. She was there from the beginning, surely she
remembers the Game Makers.

It’s raining cats and dogs when we arrive at the South-West coast of Britain. The
windshield wipers of our rental car have a hard time keeping up with the torrential
downpour. Alloya lives in a town called Penzance, close to St. Michaels Mount, where she
met Lucifer. It’s typically British: large cathedrals, formal victorian houses, lots of ancient
symbols everywhere and pubs on just about every corner. There’s also a picturesque
harbor with small fishing boats being tossed around by the gale-force winds.
Alloya welcomes us with a big hugs. It’s good to see her again and Binkie also instantly
feels at home with Alloya. Her small cottage is like a safe haven against the raging storm.
While Binkie pets her dog Blazy, Alloya goes to the kitchen to make some tea. I look
around and see that there’s many beautiful gems and strange looking crystals lying all
around. I pick one up. It’s made of some sort of plastic.
‘That’s Orgonite,’ says Alloya, carrying a tray with tea and biscuits. ‘It’s made of resin. It
was discovered in the 1930s by a man called Wilhelm Reich. He wanted to somehow
catch life energy, harness it and enhance it. He came up with a mixture of resin,
gemstones, minerals, iron filing, aluminum and copper wire. The resin shrinks as it
hardens out and creates pressure on the stones. This brings out zero-point energy, free
energy. It’s called the piezo-effect.’
‘So the power of the stones is brought out through pressure?’
‘Yes, it enhances the effect of the minerals enormously. Orgonite protects, recharges,
cleans the space, is grounding and creates a harmonious atmosphere. Reich even treated
illnesses with it. He would put patients in small rooms like telephone booths packed with
Orgonite. His results were tremendous and he became a threat to the establishment. The
FBI and FDA stepped in. They accused Reich of violating the Food and Drug Act and sued
him. He lost the court case. All his machines were destroyed, his books were burnt and he
was sentenced to jail for two years. He died there.’
‘Sounds like what happened to Nicola Tesla, Viktor Schauberger and other geniuses who
were ahead of their time. They usually end up in jail or poverty. And when they die, their
discoveries suddenly disappear.’

We settle in comfortably and Alloya wants to know all about Binkie. Binkie tells her a bit
about her life, her connection to Mother Earth and the animal- and plant kingdom. They
connect on a deep level. I sit back and listen to these wise women who seem to know so
much, just by listening to nature, listening to life. We drink some more tea and then I tell
Alloya what’s been on my mind.
’Alloya, we’ve been having these experiences of being able to sort of step in- and out of
the Game. We also had experiences of feeling like the Game Makers, directing the play
from up high. So we got really curious about these Game Makers. Can you tell us more
about them? Who are they, and what do they do exactly?’
‘Game Makers orchestrate realities. They get together like we would for a game of chess, only
their game involves creating whole civilizations. They do this through blueprints and insert
these realities as life forms onto different planets down to the finest details. They also seed
themselves into the civilizations. They are formless, and yet they can overlay themselves and
infuse themselves in any shape or form.’
‘So they are both in- and out of the Game?’
‘Exactly. When Game Makers create a particular blueprint for a civilization, it has many
versions of itself. It’s expressed on many worlds and in many realities. These realities interact
with each other, creating more and more realities. It can easily get out of hand and become
unpredictable. The Game Makers’ task is to juggle all these realities at once and learn from
every version of the blueprint.’
‘What do these blueprints look like?’
‘They are code, a language. They consist of geometric structures, sounds and symbols. These
codes are seeded into all levels of existence and express themselves in different forms on
every density of existence. Codes take on a life of their own. They interact with each other,
creating more and more realities.’
She leans forward to pour the tea and says: ‘And that’s just what we need to do now.’
‘What do you mean?’
’We need to become like Game Makers. We need to fully incarnate the multidimensional
experience into the human form on Earth. We need to learn to juggle these seemingly
different and contrasting realities. We need to be able to juggle oneness and duality. They
are both happening at the same time. We need to see that we are already whole and on
our way to wholeness. We are already enlightened and on our way to enlightenment. They
are not contradictory, but different reality frequencies happening at the same time.’
‘That’s quite a challenge Alloya.’
’Yes, it is. Now, I’m going to let you in on a little secret. Do you know how the Game
Makers know when their civilization is complete?’
‘I think we’ve figured that one out. I think it happens when they recognize themselves in
the Game.’
‘That’s right! It’s when they experience themselves to be in the civilization and creating it
at the same time. They experience themselves as separate and unified at the same time.
They come to understand that they are in fact the ones they have been looking for.’
‘I love the way the Hopi Indians express it,’ Binkie says. ‘They say that we will ultimately
find that we are the ones we‘ve been waiting for.’
‘Amen to that.’

Blazy has fallen asleep at Binkie’s feet. She is drooling on the carpet, with her tongue
hanging out of her mouth. She looks utterly adorable.
’What a sweet dog you have, Alloya. The yogis in India taught me that it’s impossible to
think if your tongue is completely relaxed. Blazy certainly doesn’t need meditation
training.’
‘We can learn a lot from being with animals. Connecting with them helps get over our fear
of “aliens”. Animals live on the same planet we do, but are different from us in many
ways. Still, we don’t consider them to be alien. Learning to communicate with them helps
us to prepare for communicating with ETs, who are in fact sometimes closer to us -
genetically speaking - than animals.’
‘I can understand that some people are afraid of aliens,’ Binkie says. ‘There’s so many
stories going round of people being abducted and operated on by the Greys for instance.’
‘Yes, that’s true, but most people don’t understand what these abductions have been
about. The Greys are a very interesting race, deeply connected to human evolution. They
almost became extinct, but managed to save themselves with our help.’
‘How did we help them?’
‘The Zeta, as they are also called, went too far into a technological, scientific, mind
oriented approach to life. They forgot about spirituality, and their heart chakra almost
closed. They were looking for a solution and began studying us. They hoped they could
restore their lost DNA and learn from us to be loving, empathic and emotional again. They
succeed. The cross-breeding program has stopped, as have the abductions. They finished it
in 1996, when they created a Human-Zeta hybrid that was able to integrate all these
features.’
‘Where do they live?’
‘In a parallel reality seven hundred years into our future. Their planet is beautiful; seeded
with many plants, flowers and animals from all over the Galaxy, including Earth. They are
incredibly grateful to us, and wish to help us in every way they can. They love us deeply,
and respect us for the role we have chosen to play.’
‘How are they helping us?’
‘They’re teaching us, mainly in our dreams. They’re also preventing us from blowing up
our planet. That’s the main reason so many ET craft are seen around military bases. On
different occasions nuclear missiles were ready to be launched, and were shut down by
the Zeta and other benevolent races.’

When she goes to the kitchen to make more tea, I wonder about all the beings she has
met. I still find it difficult to connect to my extraterrestrial other selves. Maybe it would
help if she could tell us more about these races; what they look like, what they eat, what
they wear, how they talk, etcetera. When she’s back I ask her about it, but notice she is
suddenly a bit reserved, as though something is bothering her. She pours the tea and sits
down again.
‘You know, I understand why you want to know these things, but I don’t think it will help
you. Your rational mind wants to understand, but you’ll only get stuck on an image. It’s far
more important that you feel them.’
Binkie nods in agreement.
‘Can you help me with that?’ I ask.
‘What I can do, is guide you through a structured process to integrate your forgotten
selves.’
‘Yes, we would love that, right Binkie?’
Binkie nods in enthusiastic agreement.

‘OK, so what we’ll do, is sit in silence for a few minutes to get in touch with your soul.
Don’t worry if you don’t see anything, or even feel anything. Your soul is there when you
call upon it. Once your higher self is there, you can call upon other aspects of your self,
your so called “alien” parts, and ask your soul to integrate them. You do this by breathing
in this energy. What will happen is that, as this new vibration flows into your system, it
will encounter resistance. If you can allow this resistance to flow without suppressing it, it
will be released. It’s cleared. The clearer you become, the more other selves can be
integrated.’
She puts on some soft music, sits down comfortably, and closes her eyes. We close our
eyes too and listen to the wind howling about the house, the rain on the window sills and
Blazy’s gentle snoring. Then Alloya starts speaking in a quiet voice.
‘Take a few deep breaths and relax your body. Allow your mind to become clear. Put out
the intention to your soul that you’re ready to integrate higher aspects of yourself. This
calls in the energy of your soul, and allows it to assist you in removing blocks.’
We breathe deeply for a while, and I can feel an energy building around us. It’s as though
the air is being charged, becoming pregnant. There’s more aliveness, more intensity.
‘Your soul is now around you. Don’t worry if you don’t see it, it’s about a relationship
between your soul and your body. Your head doesn’t need to get it. The neutral energy of
life force is now being programmed with the energy of your soul.’
’Now breathe this life force in. Breathe it into every cell of your body. Your soul is a high
frequency. By breathing this in you are surfacing your blocks. As you do so, it will begin to
agitate anything within you which stands in the way of integrating your soul aspects. Your
emotions will rise, as will your fears. Notice any discomfort in your body, take your
awareness into this place, and breathe the energy of your soul into it.’
The breathing is making me dizzy. It also brings up emotions. And resistance to emotions.
My body is shaking a bit, I feel tired, nauseous and yawn a lot.
‘Allow your emotions to be cleared any way they need to. You may cry, breathe deeper,
shake, tremble, burp… Just allow. You’ll notice issues connected to each aspect coming
up, clearing, and taking you deeper and deeper.’
Tears well up, my body shudders now and then and there’s a fast spinning happening at
the bottom of my spine.
‘Once you’ve cleared that which stands in the way of integrating, you’ll notice yourself
becoming more quiet. Your breath becomes more regular. Can you feel this happening?
You are now integrating. Just allow it to happen.’
We sit in silence and my mind goes blank. I notice that my posture has changed. I’m
sitting very upright, chest forward, tummy in, shoulders straight and backwards. I can
almost feel my tail wagging and manes growing. I’m turning into a Cat Being.
Then something unusual happens. Blazy wakes up and growls at me. I look at her through
large golden eyes and snarl a little bit. I feel incredibly self assured and robust. My heart
feels huge, like a sun shining from within. I’m so centered, I could sit here forever.
Very far away in the distance I hear Alloya’s voice: ‘Here’s some blankets and pillows. The
bathroom’s upstairs, just make yourselves at home. I’m off to bed. See you in the morning.’
We sleep on her couch with Blazy snoring next to us on the floor.

 16. CHOCOLATE
‘For many years I have lived with a secret, in a secrecy imposed on all specialists in astronautics. I
can now reveal that every day in the USA, our radar instruments capture objects of form and
composition unknown to us. And there are thousands of witness reports and a quantity of
documents to prove this, but nobody wants to make them public. Why? Because authority is
afraid that people may think of God knows what kind of horrible invaders. So the password still is:
we have to avoid panic by all means.’
Gordon Cooper, former NASA Astronaut, aerospace engineer and Test Pilot.

The next morning we go for a long walk on the beach. The rain has stopped, a pale sun is
out, and the salty ocean breeze feels fresh on our cheeks. It’s a beautiful day and it’s hard to
imagine that just a few miles from here is - supposedly - the home of Lucifer.
I can still feel the afterglow of my experience last night on Alloya’s couch. I must have
somehow tapped into my Cat Self on the Sixth Density. Although it felt alien, it also felt
familiar. It wasn’t like I was literally turning into a cat, but I could access features of this
higher version of myself. It was more of a feeling than an actual becoming and I understand
better why Alloya didn’t want to elaborate on the physical features of ETs. I tell her this.
‘I’m glad you understand,’ she says. ‘I’ve been going through quite a shift the last eight
months. I’ve been sifting through my programming and realizing that many of the ideas I had
about the cosmos, the universe, distance, time, space - that sort of thing - are incorrect. I was
still looking at them from a 3D perspective. So, the question you asked last night about what
ETs look like, is a 3D question I don’t want to answer anymore.’
‘Yes, I can see that.’
‘What ETs look like, is unimportant. They are spirit. When they show themselves to us, they
clothe themselves in our images, our stories and our myths. We see them as we are, not as
they are. These beings don’t exist in 3D, so they appear in forms we can understand and
relate to. We used to call them elves or angels. Now we call them aliens. Have you noticed
that channeled information from the United States is often different than that from Europe? In
America it’s all about Galactic Federations, Giant Motherships and Ascended Masters in
shiny silver space suits. It’s like: have you been watching too much Star Trek?’
‘Haha, good point.’
‘It’s not that people deliberately distort information. It’s because they have no choice. We
perceive the information we channel through our own filters. So, if we watch Star Trek and
Star Wars a lot, no wonder they turn up this way. It’s our mind filling in the gaps. We clothe
information in our own concepts.’
‘I’m glad you’re telling me this, and I admire you for being able to let go of concepts you
thought were true. To me that’s the mark of a true seeker, to always move on and never get
stuck on a so called truth. I’ve often come across spiritual teachers who believed they had
The Truth. They were often rigid and - quite frankly - boring. They hadn’t yet seen the limits of
their own mind, and the concepts they were coming from.’
‘Thanks for being so understanding. It’s always strange to let go of one reality to jump to
another. For a while you feel like you’re floating.’
A couple of hours later we’re on the plane home. I pick up a newspaper, rummage through
political and economic articles, read some sports, and then my eye falls upon a most
alarming headline: ‘No more chocolate in the future.’
The article reads: ‘Bad news! Experts are saying that the cacao tree will probably disappear
within thirty years due to climate change. These trees grow most successfully in a narrow
band called the Cocoa Belt, which extends up to 20 degrees of latitude north and south of
the equator. Cocoa beans grow best where there are fairly constant, warm, or even hot
temperatures. They need high humidity and a lot of rainfall. As our climate changes, chances
are the Cocoa Belt will become too small. The average chocolate lover eats around 286 bars
a year, for which ten cocoa trees are needed. Within thirty years, experts say, it is unrealistic
to presume that there will be enough cocoa to feed the world.’
I put the paper down and look at Binkie. She is happily asleep. Bless her. Better she stays
ignorant of this bad news for now. I stare out the window. This is indeed very bad. A friend of
mine has a magnet on his fridge that says Save the Earth, it’s the only planet with chocolate. I
wonder if that’s true. If Earth is indeed the only planet with chocolate, this might be an issue
all races can agree on as being a reason to save the planet. Maybe we can all face in the
same direction for once.
When we pass through the gate at Schiphol airport, I say goodbye to Binkie who is off to visit
her parents on the other side of Holland. On my way to the train into Amsterdam I walk past
newspaper stands, drug stores, supermarkets, bakeries, restaurants and coffee shops. I notice
they all sell chocolate. It’s hard to imagine a world without it. I wish I could ask Time Bender
if Earth is really the only planet with chocolate.
’You called master?’
‘Time Bender! I was just thinking of you.’
‘Your telepathic capabilities have increased. How are you, my friend?’
‘Not so good. I just read an article that says that by 2050 there will be no more chocolate on
Earth. The cocoa bean will have become extinct due to climate change.’
‘Yes, that is indeed very bad news.’
‘Do you know if there are other planets with chocolate, or are we the only one?’
‘I’m sorry to say that Earth is indeed the only planet with chocolate.’
‘Aha, now I understand what these Galactic wars have really been about, and why everybody
wants to save the Living Library. It’s all begins to make sense now.’

He laughs at my joke and leads me in the direction of the main entrance. Just outside of the
revolving doors I see a futuristic, very elegant looking limousine. It’s a design I’ve never seen.
It’s aqua-blue, and the varnish reflects light just like water does. The colors keep changing. It’s
absolutely beautiful.
‘A present from my Pleiadian friends,’ says Time Bender as he leads me to the car.
‘You know you’re not allowed to park here, right?’
‘Yes, but not many people are aware of this vehicle. It’s only visible from a 4D perspective.’
‘Are we in 4D right now?’
‘Yes, temporarily, until I get you to your destination.’
I look around and notice that the scenery has changed. The airport is still there, people are
still there, but the atmosphere is different. There’s a relaxedness and easiness in the way life
moves. People smile at each other, there are no blaring advertisements and even the weather
feels different.
We get in his car and Time Bender steers us expertly onto the highway in the direction of
Amsterdam. The vehicle makes no sound at all and needs no steering. There’s no gas pedal,
no clutches, no brakes. It seems to move effortlessly.
When we reach the outskirts of town, I notice he’s not taking me home, but into the city
centre.
‘Where are we going Time Bender?’
‘I thought I’d take you to Noordermarkt for a piece of apple pie. I still owe you one, as I never
showed up the day I introduced you to Alloya.’
‘Nice.’
Amsterdam looks particularly beautiful today, glistering in the afternoon sun, her canals
reflecting the sunlight on the ancient buildings, painting a landscape of their own. I marvel at
the miracle of it all. I can feel the underlying fabric of life, permeating all things and creating
ever changing wondrous spectacles. It must be the 4D glasses I’m wearing.
Noordermarkt is bustling with life. There’s a market with local products: delicious breads,
cheeses, vegetables, second hand clothes, antiques, books and records. Time Bender finds a
table on the terrace in the sun, and asks the waitress for tea and apple pie. She looks
stunning, and reminds me of Anna: black uncombed curls, fiery eyes, a fierce smile and
proud composure. She speaks English with a Spanish accent. I ask her if she’s from Spain.
‘No, I’m from Catalonia.’
‘Isn’t that part of Spain?’ Time Bender asks politely.
She looks at him with unconcealed disdain, and throws her head back like a bull readying
herself for a fight in the arena.
‘I’m sorry for my friend,’ I hastily jump in. ‘He’s from another planet. He doesn’t know
about the proud, independent people of Catalonia, with heroes like Salvador Dali and
Johan Cruyff.’
She smiles, and presses her thigh against my arm.
‘At least you understand, blue eyed Catalan.’

I must have looked pretty stunned, because Time Bender laughs at my expression.
‘Don’t be surprised by all the synchronicity in 4D. It’s much more magical, and much less
logical than you are accustomed to. Get used to it. It’s fun!’
He takes a bite from the apple pie and sighs. We eat in silence and enjoy the scenery. His car
is attracting a bit of attention now, but it’s funny that not everyone seems to see it. After a few
minutes Time Bender looks at me with a serious expression.
‘My friend, this will be our last meeting. The window of time is almost closing.’
‘Really? Will I never see you again?’
‘Of course you will, but it will be in a different form. Don’t worry, you’ll be fine. Before I go,
there is something I need to tell you. It’s probably the most important aspect of your past that
you need to come to terms with. You see, when ETs visited you a long time ago, you were
still a child race. You were like children. The relationship you had with those visiting you,
was like a parent-child relationship. It had the same dynamics. In traditional therapy people
need to first confront the truth about their parents, before they can develop their own
identity. They must learn why their parents were the way they were, and how that has
affected who they have become.’
‘Are you suggesting group therapy for humanity?’
‘I think that’s already happening. As Gaia raises her frequency, your heart frequency is also
being raised. Everything that is out of alignment with this frequency will surface. That’s
why so much darkness is emerging right now. It has to be seen, felt, understood and dealt
with.’
‘So, what is it we need to know about our parents?’
‘I’m ashamed to say that for the most part you were not nurtured by them. Instead, you
were often controlled, suppressed and abandoned. You were not encouraged to develop
your own identity. Many of them tried to mold you into what they wanted you to become.
This created a lot of stress, insecurity and emotional pain.’
‘You’re saying we were traumatized.’
‘That’s exactly what I’m saying. You are like a group of lost, troubled children, copying the
dysfunctional pattern from its parents. You must now confront who your parents were. You
need to accept that you have become who you are, because of who your parents were. In
accepting that, you can begin to form your own identity as a species, and finally find
peace.’
‘How do we do that?’
‘You need to forgive your authoritarian, controlling Lyran fathers. You need to love your
over-concerned, overstepping Sirian mothers. You need to thank your bossy, interfering
elder brothers and sisters from the Pleiades. You need to honor your uncaring, abusive
Annunaki progenitors and you need to bow to your cold, violent Draconian grandparents.’
‘But many of them abused us, abandoned us and even tried to exterminate us.’
‘That’s true, but you still think that they did something to you. You must now see that no-
one did anything to you. You have created this play. This is your game. You are not a
victim. You must now learn to completely own your experiences. Things don’t happen to
you. You make them happen. You attract your life experiences through your beliefs,
emotions and actions. The only reason a painful reality perpetuates, is because you don’t
own it.’

I ponder his words and think of my next - and last? - assignment. Forgiveness seems to be
the main theme, and I realize I can only truly do this if I look at this play from the largest
possible perspective - the perspective of the Game Makers. Everything happens for a
reason and is set into motion by me. There are no perpetrators and there are no victims.
It’s all perfect and everything’s going according to plan. We all wrote these scenarios
together. We all signed up for this. We’re all in this together.
I also need to understand - and feel - that I am in fact my parents. Their struggles are my
struggles. The themes we are dealing with on Earth are in fact ancient ones. We, as a race,
have volunteered to take on the past and find ways to release the pain, to forgive the past
and move on to a brighter future for all of us.
Isn’t it interesting that the most dense race in the Universe, the ones everyone has looked
down upon as clumsy barbarians, are now turning out to be their saviors? It’s not so much
the advanced ETs with their amazing technology who will save the day, but human beings
who have just one weapon at their disposal: a loving heart.
The other thing that will hopefully allow me to fulfill my assignment, is realizing that -
although many races have violated our Universal Rights - they have also helped us in
many ways. We have not only been oppressed and abandoned, but also nurtured,
inspired, loved and cared for. And this is still going on today. In our relationship to our
parents and grandparents, there is more to be grateful for, than sulk about.

Time Bender’s car is now beginning to attract a lot of attention. There’s a small crowd
standing around it, heavily debating what it is exactly. Others walk by without seeing the
vehicle and wonder what the fuss is all about. It’s weird to see these different realities
happening at the same time. Then Time Bender turns to me for some final words.
‘You know you are going to write a book about all of this, right?’
‘What? Really? I honestly don’t think I’m qualified, Time Bender. I hardly understand most
it myself. I’m so new to this and frequently baffled by all these insights. Sometimes I even
think I’m making it all up and loosing my sanity.’
‘That’s exactly why you’re qualified, my friend. You have a beginner’s mind. You are open. I
don’t mean this in an offense way, but you possess the art of asking the dumb question.’
‘Thank you, very flattering. Look, Time Bender, you must understand that this is pretty
explosive stuff here on our Earth. This information is still shocking to a lot of people. They
think you’ve lost your mind when you start talking about aliens. They box you in and call
you a conspiracy thinker. I’m not sure I want to be in that position.’
‘Part of your next assignment involves learning not to take things personal.’
‘How do I do that?’
‘By not making it personal. Just play your role and write from the heart. Share your
experience and don’t try to win people over. If people attack you, it’s not because of you,
but because of them. Remember that a judgement doesn’t say a lot about the one being
judged, but everything about the one judging.’
‘But this stuff is so far out. People won’t believe it. It’s weirder than most science fiction
novels.’
‘Then why not write it as a novel, a fictional story?’
‘That’s actually a very good idea. Yes, that could work…’

Time Bender gets up from his chair, turns to me and extends his hand for the last time.
‘On behalf of Gaia I thank you for your cooperation.’
He smiles.
’She still thinks you’re sexy, you know.’
I smile back, but it’s a sad smile.
’I will miss you Time Bender. I can’t find the words to thank you for all you’ve brought to my
life.’
‘I hope you do find words, my friend, for it’s a book you need to write.’
And with these final words, Time Bender walks away towards his space vehicle. People stare
at him as he gets in and disappears silently into the distance. I notice the colors of the
environment begin to fade. The 4D atmosphere I was in is slowly disappearing. I feel alone
and a little lost. What will I do without Time Bender? How will I accomplish my mission?
Deep in my heart I know that this is not the end. It’s the beginning. For the quest for the lost
star codes, the activation of the Living Library and the salvation of the only planet with
chocolate has only just begun. I know I’ll meet Time Bender again - sometime, somehow,
somewhere in the Galaxy.
I sigh and order some more tea from the Catalan waitress. I unpack my suitcase, take out my
laptop and begin to write: ’It was a hot summer evening in New York City and John Lennon
needed some fresh air…’
 SOURCES
‘Everything will be okay in the end. If it’s not okay, it’s not the end.’
John Lennon

This book was written by many beings, on- and off-planet. I’ve taken the liberty to morph
their words and research into the different characters of the book. I thank them for their
inspiration and encourage my readers to familiarize themselves with their work.
The main sources are:
Biblioteca Pleyades: www.bibliotecapleyades.net
Alloya Huckfield: www.alloya.com
Hidden Hand: www.wanttoknow.info/secret_societies/hidden_hand_081018
Wes Penre: http://wespenre.com
Barbara Marciniak: www.pleiadians.com
Noel Huntley: http://www.users.globalnet.co.uk/~noelh/
Montalk: http://montalk.net
Bashar: http://www.bashar.org
Lyssa Royal, Keith Priest: www.lyssaroyal.net
The Voyagers: https://www.abebooks.co.uk/book-search/title/the-voyagers-the-true-story-
of-a-race-of-beings-far-more-intelligent-than-us/
Floating World: www.floating-world.org
Almine: https://www.spiritualjourneys.com
Law of One (Ra Material): https://www.lawofone.info

Thank you so much Paul Downes for proof reading!

 Back cover
Just when the situation on planet Earth is becoming unbearable, a man shows up to save
the day. Time Bender informs us our planet is the most precious jewel of the Cosmos,
because it carries the DNA of just about every species in the Universe. That’s why our
forefathers called it the Living Library and many Galactic wars have been fought over her.
As time is short and the stakes are high a pact of friends is formed to save the Living
Library from the grips of evil. Time Bender is a fast-paced page-turner, revealing not just
our hidden past, but also our possible future.

‘Earth is the third grand experiment to seed a planet in order to resolve the polarities.
That’s why all the Universe is watching. Hopefully this will be the final experiment. You
are working out a cosmic theme that started eons ago. You are attempting to heal ancient
conflicts by bringing these issues up in contemporary times. If you can understand that,
and learn from earlier mistakes, the Game of Life will evolve to a higher level. If you are
able to solve the puzzle, you will help your forefathers move on and integrate their beings
into the whole again. You are the ones who can make this happen. You are the ones we
have been waiting for.’
TIME BENDER

Tijn Touber is a musician, writer and meditation teacher from Amsterdam, The
Netherlands. His music group was a big hit in the eighties and sold over a 100.000 copies.
Touber wrote several books on meditation and the art of enlightenment, and created a
large meditation network called Cities of Light. He teaches, inspires and performs
regularly with his Seven Steps To Paradise Concert.