I don’t know that I would call them Aliens.
Once, atop a mountain, I had the honor of sitting with members of Yawanawa Tribe, we prayed with Sacred Jungle Tea. During the ceremony, Peruvian Death Whistles, each tuned to a major planet, filled the air with their piercing notes.
As the whistles played, I found myself transcending through the planets at the speed of light, into a vast expanse. Upon opening my eyes, a radiant purple being sat beside me. Our intriguing conversation unfolded (our conversations was emotionally telepathic, this is my best attempt at a translations.)
Me: “Am I you? Is that my soul expression?”
Her: "No, we are distinct and different expressions of the one."
Me: "Do we share a common origin? Do I know you and have forgot because of my humanness?“
Her: "While not from the same place, our intentions align. We know each other in a way. That’s not relevant now”
Me: "What is your name?”
Her: "Ashragal."
She asked my consent to share knowledge with me, I agreed. What followed was a profound period of learning and “downloading” akin to absorbing an entire encyclopedia set on human consciousness evolution.
The depth of knowledge gained is too vast to convey here. However, upon sharing snippets with a friend, she recommended the book "Ishmael" by Daniel Quinn. While reading it I felt he must have enchanted Ashragal or another like her.
(If you choose to read it, be sure to read the preface. He talks about first writing the story as him talking to an alien but then later decided that wasn't believable or marketable. Daniel brother, I can totally relate.)
Upon concluding the teachings, Ashragal asked to share a healing technique from origin. I was guided toward people in the space with twisting orange energy (pain). With her guidance and my hands the orange twisting light was replaced by soothing blue light (peace).
In a moment of healing, I removed discomfort from a woman's lower back, replacing it with a sense of purity and wonder. Astonished, she inquired how I knew where her pain was, I smile shared and looked Ashragal, gave the woman a hug and returned to my place.
Later, one of the medicine man went to rest in the back of the room. I could see that orange twisting light in his chest. I went to him and guided the orange twisting energy from his chest and out his palm until peace filled his being. In the morning, the medicine man shared that he laid down because he was having chest pain. He felt me crawl to him like a little cat and take the pain out of his body. He had never felt anyone do that before.
As the ceremony drew to a close, Ashragal said she would come to me in the form of a cat. Doubtful yet curious, I pondered this notion. Remarkably, upon switching on my phone post-ceremony, news arrived of Matania the mountain cat giving birth to kittens, one of which found its way to me. Coincidence? I think not.
