Mytre and the Arcturian – Bubbles of Reality
By Dr Suzan Caroll / Suzanne Lie – September 9, 2012
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As I sat in the completely darkened holosuite, focusing on the void
within my Core, I began to have sensations in my body. At first, my back
and legs were stiff from sitting in the same position for an untold
period of time. Then, my arms, shoulders and neck hurt, and my face
twitched. Eventually, even my eyelashes and hair seemed to hurt.
Finally, the uncomfortable sensations ceased, and I began to
experience my body as a flexible cord that was being stretched to its
fullest length. At this point, the cord became increasingly warm and
began to unravel. I was watching the imagistic language, trying to
translate every image.
I believed that the pain and discomfort represented how my Soul felt
while limited in the confines of this physical vehicle. Once I allowed
that concept into my mind, my consciousness shifted to the perspective
of being above my body.
At the same time that I was above my body, I also felt my form around
me. Interestingly, I was having the sensation that I was wearing my
body, rather than being in my body. In fact, I wondered if my body was
flesh and blood or another creation of the holosuite. I then began to
feel as though there was a third version of me who appeared as a cloud
emanation who was floating far above me.
There was also a version of me that I could sense, but I could not
see it. Nonetheless, I heard this me saying to an unseen friend, “I just
had a very interesting dream. I was on a vessel in the sky. I was
sitting alone in a dark room while this immense Being of Light watched
over me”. I don’t know how I knew I was in a vessel. In fact, I didn’t
know what that huge vehicle was or how ended up there.
Then, a curtain closed across my mind, and I saw my home on the
Pleiades. I saw the beautiful green that covered our world. However, our
homes were quite different from what I remembered. Each home was of
living crystal, which could change shape and size with mere thought.
Even though this world was different than mine, I felt very homesick
when that image began to fade.
“Wait, I like this vision. I don’t want to leave here.”
“You never leave a reality” said the Arcturian “You just change your
intention. All programs of reality are infinitely strung together. It is
just that you can only take so much before your brain loses focus. It
is best to paint your thoughts, so that you will not forget them.”
“Paint my thoughts” I began. I wanted to ask more, but when I looked
at my body, I was a female from yet another reality. However, I was an
artist and was using a small brush on a huge square of white material.
Unfortunately, I did not stay there either. Instead, my mind wandered
around realities like it was shopping at a store. Just as I got used to
visiting one reality, I was led to another. My awareness swept though
reality after reality, as if I was searching for something, or someone.
I knew that I was creating these experiences, as I could hear the
Arcturian reminding me that I was the creator of my life. At first I was
a Pleiadian in all my realities, but when I surrendered to this
process, I could experience myself as many other races.
I saw realities in which I was Antarian, Sirian, Tau Cetian,
Andromedan, Lemurian and Atlantian. There it was. Atlantis was the
reality I was searching for. However, that reality was in a time frame
far in the future of my Pleiadian life.
It was then that I began to experience realities that were on totally
different timelines than the one in which I thought I was living. With
this realization, I began jumping through myriad timelines. I would
settle into one time, then just an instant later, I was in a completely
different reality in a totally different timeline. Then, I began
randomly shifting through reality in times and places that I had never
known existed.
I was wondering what the point was of this vision when I heard the
Arcturian say, “BE Careful.” What was I to be careful about? Then I
found out. The worlds began to course through my mind faster and faster
until they all blended into a united flow of life.
The realities spun so fast that they started moving in inner,
concentric circles as they traveled deeper and deeper into my Core. My
dark Core was now filled with bright light and more activity than I
could contain. I felt a sudden, upward force, as if a fountain had been
turned on.
Suddenly, the many realities joined into one force of energy that
rushed back up my core like an erupting volcano. The energy coursed out
through my crown as a huge outward spray of light. I could see higher
and higher frequencies of reality as the light was disseminated into the
dark room, filling it with brilliant images of myriad realities.
Then, unexpectedly, everything stopped. The images froze in place and
all the worlds ceased their rotation. Everything in the room became
completely still, except for the image of myself. However, this image of
myself was without a form. I was a swirling energy field, which was the
only source of movement within the entire room. All the many worlds,
which once revealed life, thought, movement and emotion were totally
still.
I traveled from image to image observing the worlds that were stopped
in mid-motions. Wars stopped with unexploded bombs in the air, parades
halted with marchers holding one leg held in preparation for the next
step and Starships hovered motionless in space. Every person, place and
thing was totally still.
“What happened,” I asked the unseen Arcturian.
“You left time.”
Somehow, I totally understood that concept. I peeked into the many
realities and realized that they were moving, but so slowly in
comparison to me that they appeared to be still. I looked at my flowing
form of pure energy surrounded by myriad bubbles of reality floating
through silent, streams of light.
“What if I went backward, and instead of the realities flowing out
from my core, they flowed back into my core? Would I travel back in
time?” I telepathically asked the Arcturian.
“Try it and see,” was its response.
I thought about trying to get back in time by reversing the process
that took me out of time, but wondered if I really wanted to do that.
After pondering that question, I decided I wanted more freedom from
time. Time had always been a bit of a burden.
Hence, I decided to experience more of my formless state. However, I
did peek into several of the surrounding bubbles of reality to see if I
had a body in any of them. I did this just in case I could not remember
how to get back into form without joining a reality. Somewhere, in this
room had to be the bubble of reality in which I was in a holosuite on an
Arcturian Starship learning about time.
There were so many realities. I didn’t want to look into them all. Of
course, I could find the Signature Frequency of that specific reality!
But, in order to do that, I would have to remember how I was feeling,
what I was thinking and who I was being so that I could recall the
Signature Frequency.
I would like to say that I closed my eyes, but being a formless swirl
of light, I had no eyes. Hence, I could only go into my imagistic
memory. I remembered how I felt in the room when I entered the void of
my core. I felt the total darkness of the void within and the dark room
around me. The darkness actually brought a strange comfort. Yes, it was
the comfort of having a form.
I was greatly enjoying being formless, but was also a bit concerned
that I would not be able to return to a body, just in case I wanted to. I
remembered the feel of my body after I had sat immobile for an unknown
period of time. Time, it was already becoming a choice rather than a
symbol for being alive.
I was not in time NOW, and I felt completely alive, vibrant and free.
The juxtaposition of feeling in a body, which was cramped, tired and in
pain, pulled my energy field toward a certain one of the many bubbles
of reality. I did not resist and allowed the images and sensation to
direct my flow. Then I found myself interfacing with one of the reality
bubbles and decided to look inside.
Bad idea! I was instantly pulled into that reality. The room was
dark, and I was inside of a dense form that hurt in every imaginable
fashion. My mind was racing with undirected thoughts, my emotions were
only dimly controlled and the body was so dense that it felt as though
my energy had hit a dense wall.
I tried to pull back from the onrushing density, but it was too late.
I was pulled into the darkness, into the thoughts, into the emotions
and into the body. “Ouch!” was my first comment. I spoke? I had a voice
and thoughts were in me rather than around me. I was no longer a flowing
energy field and my body was the dense form with which I had just
collided.
I tried to get out of that body, as it no longer felt like me. But it
was too late. I was trapped in time once again. However, now that I had
experienced the freedom of being in the NOW I was determined free
myself again.
