Radar image of Venus
My Visitation To Venus. Message From The Venusians To The People Of The Earth
by Anne Givaudan
DEPARTURE
That night I knew something was going to happen…
Like every time this kind of contact occurs, a part of me—the most conscious and most living part—is going to leave my body, the body in which I have been living for the last few years and with which I am trying my best to coexist… This time however, the feeling is different, denser, and more physical.
The thick layers passed through me at an incredible speed, projecting me into a milky mist. I felt surrounded and enfolded by crystalline sounds, noisy twirling waves… It was a strange feeling, like being swallowed up in the eye of a tornado… At least I imagine it that way, since no tornado in any shape or size has actually swallowed me up!
During the ascension, I felt a deep sense of calm. My eyes gradually perceived shapes as the mist slowly cleared away.
To my surprise, there was nothing to see. Everything was empty, apart from me and two beings standing a few feet away. In the place that seemed “suspended” in “nothingness”, I felt an almost palpable peace. It is difficult to express such a sensation in words, but a feeling of joy, of not expecting anything, of accomplishment, of infinity was almost tangible.
“Hello! Welcome…” said a flowing voice with a slightly feminine intonation at the center of my head.
Hardly were these words uttered than old memories came back to me: the intonation reminded me of what Essenes used to call “the milky voice”, the voice that was used by their most skilled healers. It is this voice’s strange and modulated nuances that flow like milk and honey to heal wounds, regenerate souls, appease or energize, as the case demands.
Interrupting my train of thought the voice spoke…
“This place is as real as anything you know on Earth, it’s simply made of slightly different matter… as you’ll soon see.
“The space we’re in is like an airlock to access what we’re about to see. This is what gives you the strange sensation of emptiness and void, but in fact it’s nothing like that.”
The being stopped talking and the few moments of silence seemed full of life and peace.
Another more masculine voice continued:
“We’re neither guides nor teachers; you already have your share of these. All we want to do is show you and all your readers something different to what you are used to… not because your planet is lagging behind as it has so often been said, not because you are ignorant, but simply because you are at the dawn of major changes which could be the ferment for an extraordinary evolution.”
The being then stopped and I didn’t feel like asking any questions or letting my thoughts interrupt what seemed to be important at that moment in time. I waited and, all of a sudden, my emptiness became a flowing, living, colorful matrix.
Walls similar to a silky fabric took shape. If I were to go for a color, I’d say gray, but a light, shiny gray, nothing sad.
The two tall, thin beings, whose faces I was beginning to make out, smiled at me. “If you want, we’ll be your guides and show you a world that is not all that different from the Earth as you think.”
This time, the more masculine voice continued softly and said: “Just describe what you see of a world that could be on Earth, better than ever imagined before. There are no limits to what your planet can do. We’re not here to teach you lessons, you’ve had your fill of those.
“All we want to do is simply show you another reality is possible. You just have to look and help it come about.”
The more feminine being then drew a large circle with her hand and, in one of the bluish-gray walls of the room, an opening appeared. The two beings beckoned me to follow them, and my curiosity got the better of me. Passing through the door, I felt a chill, nothing unpleasant. On the contrary, it was more like what one feels under a refreshing drizzle after a long day of traveling. The difference was that the shower had no water… rather thousands of tiny particles running through my body from head to toe, regenerating me and cleansing every pore. My companions also stopped under the “subtle shower” and, reading my heart, one of them answered my unformulated question:
“Yes, it’s a subtle shower, an etheric shower to be more accurate. Its function is to cleanse the envelopes of bodies and souls of external parasites.
“You could have come here with your physical body, we would just have had to fine-tune its vibratory level, but you would have had to leave it here for the second part of the journey. The sensation of density you felt when you left your body was necessary, so you could feel this voyage almost physically.
“You must stop considering the physical body as an obstacle to reach its more subtle counterpart; it’s a necessity, even if it can be considerably refined by the quality of the soul within it.”
The two beings continued walking while in me a veil was suddenly lifted… a memory was reactivated and it was clear that the three of us were in the main airlock of a mother ship, one of those huge vessels as large as one of our cities, invisible to the naked eye, but present in a number of places on Earth. I knew I was already aware of all that, and I also knew that my companions’ identities were familiar, but a part of that memory remained as if deliberately sealed.
The more feminine being smiled at me:
“On your planet, memory is linked to two very active elements, the mental and the emotional. At this stage of your evolution, this acts as a protection that allows you to keep going down the road beyond the difficulties you encounter, but it is also your weakness. We’ll talk about this later, but for now, let’s keep going and look!”
After only a few steps out of the etheric shower curtain, an amazing landscape unfolded before my eyes. We were in the midst of lush nature that spread around us for miles; multicolor flowers, rare varieties of trees and bushes, some offering their welcome shade, some intoxicating fragrance. I saw water cascading over the rocks, under bridges and into small lakes… Everything seemed astutely organized yet very simple. I am not a botany specialist, so I was not sure of the names of the plants that bent over us begging to be stroked. Here and there, I recognized a tree fern, something similar to an orchid and so many things I had never seen… We were making our way toward a little wooden bridge that spanned a clear stream. One of the two beings leant very naturally on the rail of the bridge. His voice flowed in me.
“As you sensed, you’re in one of our vast mother ships stationed above certain points on Earth. Some have already written about this, but, in agreement with the Great Beings of our planet, we wanted you to be able to go into greater details.”
“People are going to think I’m writing a science fiction novel…! and, if you see what has happened to those who have gone into more detail before me, this bodes anything but a rosy future,” I replied out loud, albeit without much conviction.
As I was saying this, I already knew that my argument had no substance. Since when had I been worried about what would happen to me or the eventual failure or success of what was asked of me? Previously, I had always answered positively to these somewhat peculiar requests which I knew were very important.
The voice continued cheerfully.
“We understand what’s worrying you. We know how busy your life is, but we’ll help you find time and place to write all this down. The results will look after themselves. Some will believe, some will reject this testimony, but everyone, in their heart, will have a corner of blue sky. This journey isn’t meant to weigh you down with even more information, it will not bring any new scientific revelations; others have done that and you must stop storing information and better process what you have.”
“So what’s my testimony all about? What’s the aim?”
“Aim is not the right word. To have an aim there must be a beginning and an end. There’s no beginning or end in what we propose, just life that flows on its way, always different and at the same time always itself.
“We would like you to discover ways of life other than those with which you are currently familiar on Earth. We would like you to know that these other ways of life could be yours, and that you could keep what would be beneficial for you and your planet. We’d like to offer a model that you could use to improve your living conditions and where all sorts of changes could be brought about.
“Just knowing that there is something else can awaken infinite possibilities in your soul for your future. Once more, the word future is not really suitable. We’ll come back a little later to the question of vocabulary. Words carry a kind of energy through each letter they are made of and have an autonomous life. We already know the power of words, but we need to understand them better. From where we are, when we see the energy currents that come out of your mouths when you communicate, we are surprised by the irregularities and the disorder they carry. Most of you don’t perceive the small energies forming around you and that make your daily life so complicated.”
The voice stopped, which only made me more puzzled.
“If I write this, readers might watch what they’re saying with every word they pronounce, or stop talking or feel guilty if they use words that go beyond their thoughts!”
The two beings laughed and the feminine voice tenderly said:
“Don’t worry! The majority of beings on this planet talk a lot, sometimes too much, but few actually do what they read or hear, even if they agree with the idea… Human beings are enshrouded in a sort of lethargic cocoon, and internal or external rebellions remain temporary, without any lasting effect.”
The discreet and gentle laugh of my two companions finally appeased me. Everything seemed simple and I easily understood how much our questions as to “why” and “how” can complicate our lives.
I looked more attentively at the beautiful park in which we were walking. In the lush vegetation I could almost make out presences. My attention was drawn by a small circle of four people who, by their attitude and position in a circle seemed to be meditating. I would have liked to get closer, but that was off-track. What seemed odd was that the people in this group looked exactly like my guides.
I did not have time to explore this any further but I promised myself to find out the answer a little later… because I sensed that someone was looking at me. I looked closely around and, suddenly, in the foliage of a grove a few feet away, I saw two little bright eyes staring at me in amusement and interest. We looked at each other and I really hoped to get to know him or her. I could not stop, otherwise I might lose my guide, but when I turned round, I just had time to glimpse the shape of a little being, the size of a gnome, with thick animal fur, scurrying from the bush.
Imperceptible, we reached an intensely green vault of foliage scarcely masking the entrance to what seemed like a long corridor.
The two beings kindly beckoned me to follow.
I walked with them, in total silence, down the long corridor, whose walls seemed to be endowed of a life of their own. The walls’ strange material intrigued me, but, deep down, I knew I would soon be discovering why.
Suddenly, my two companions stopped.
“Come with us, we’re going to enter a place that’s important to each of us here, a place containing information about the Earth.”
In a few steps, I discovered the place and could not hold back my exclamation: “How wonderful!”
THE INFORMATION ROOM
I couldn’t say if it was the place itself or its atmosphere that made me exclaim that way… maybe both.
A huge central dome, in a material similar to crystal, revealed an astonishingly beautiful starry sky. Never had I seen as many stars so clearly and with such clarity and intensity. I felt even more serene and, slowly, my eyes were drawn to a sphere seemingly made out of the same crystalline material as the dome. It was suspended just a few feet under the starry sky, in the middle of the room, almost levitating.
Before I could see any further, the more feminine voice softly said:
“As you thought, the materials you can see are similar to Earth crystal, even though they are not. This material is extremely solid and entire cities are made out of it. Now look more closely at the walls surrounding you… Is there anything that surprises you in particular?”
This question seemed totally unnecessary because so many questions were buzzing around in my head that I didn’t know which one to start with. One of them seemed less naive.
“Since we entered the corridor, I’ve had a curious sensation. The walls seem made out of living matter! What is it exactly?”
“We were expecting that question.”
This time the voice did not come from one of my two guides. The intonation was more serious, a little sterner. It was the voice of another person who had just entered and was coming toward us in a friendly fashion.
“Come,” he said, “take a seat around the table.”
An oval table of an iridescent material unknown to me welcomed the four of us. Twelve shell seats were harmoniously placed around.
The voice continued:
“If the materials you can see seem more alive than those on Earth, it’s precisely because they are more alive. Like this big ship in which you have been walking, they are a living production of our will and love combined, according to certain laws that we cannot call scientific because they are life itself.
“Sound, the primordial word, is an integral part of this process of collective creation. Some of us have had the delicate task of transmitting precise data to researchers on planet Earth. I say delicate because we had to probe the hearts and souls of a good many of your scientists before we made the choice, since we were aware that diffusing such knowledge would be strongly resisted. There are people on Earth who have no interest in such knowledge becoming widespread. So, the people we contacted had to face a number of problems.”
I couldn’t help asking:
“You’re probably talking about the discoveries that are immediately bought and kept secret, or the discredit from which certain researchers suffer, or whose credit or research funds are intentionally cut. I also know of some who, after so many ordeals, become paranoid, which clearly has a knock-on effect on their credibility. Is that what you’re talking about?”
“Yes and the book you wrote about this throws light onto this issue.”
The tall being said this in a more mischievous, more playful tone than the rest of his speech.
“Creating a spaceship, because this really is about creation, requires love and will-power from a good many of us. These creators have a specific knowledge of how to use sound but also their capacities linked to their higher mind and heart are highly developed. Their psychic focus is very particular and this allows their creations to be sustained in their desired form way beyond the ordinary scale.”
“But what is ordinary for you?”
“As individuals, our creations can last a few days, a few months, but the kind of creation I’m talking about can last years of our time, a time that has nothing to do with earthly time, but we’ll talk about that later.
“A creation of this kind allows our spaceships to go way beyond your regular speed, distance and time, regardless of the size of the craft. It’s also why we can become visible or invisible, as we want… It’s simply a question of the vibratory state of matter. Don’t worry, soon you’re going to find this out for yourself in a very concrete way.”
I was delighted to hear this. The being stretched out his left hand toward the huge suspended crystal globe. Only then did I realize it was spinning on its own, almost hypnotically.
“This room is our information room. At each moment, it informs us of the status of Earth and gives us better insight into the souls of it’s inhabitants. But look…”
Either side of me, my two guides had almost sunk into their shell seats; I did the same and felt as if I was in an airplane ready to take off.
Suddenly, the globe that had become of a milky color seemed to grow bigger and filled the whole room surrounding me as it expanded until I felt I was being propelled in space. Under me, planet Earth seemed like a little sphere lost in the universe. For a moment, I felt full of compassion and tenderness for the Earth to which I do not normally pay enough attention.
Quickly the planet drew nearer. It was like we were zooming up! Details of the continents and seas became more visible. It seemed we were heading for Africa. I was flying over a desert and approached a group of people huddled in the shade of a mud brick wall. They looked as if they were waiting in line… No, actually they were waiting for something, someone. They were African and their long and bony silhouettes cried out that they simply did not have enough to eat. Suddenly, a man appeared who, up to then, had been masked by a wall. He looked worried and preoccupied. With a gesture he invited all the people who were waiting to enter. The tiny room with a dirt floor was soon overspilling. Calmly, or more probably out of weariness, they all found a place to crouch. Another African man was present, serving a kind of mush in small bowls that they received without a word.
In the group there were children with long, thin limbs and eyes too big to cry. They seemed to be keeping their last strength for some sort of miracle… I felt sick at not being able to do anything for them. I did not want to be an onlooker any more, incapable of doing anything.
“Some people on Earth would like to make you believe that there is nothing to be done, that we are helpless in face of such situations. Being unable to act makes us become aggressive toward those who live in a situation we think cannot be changed. Look at the reaction of some people toward pain, grief or sickness when it affects their loved ones. They sometimes feel so inadequate or uncomfortable that they prefer to become distant, violent or indifferent in the face of what they consider to be a burden. Look at what often happens in hospitals when doctors, nurses or staff face a being for whom they think there is nothing more to be done? Have you noticed how this person becomes unwanted? He or she is sent back home or left in a room where no one goes. Who likes to face what is regarded by humans as an admission of powerlessness and consequent failure?
“Fortunately there are more and more volunteers who are committed to looking after such people.
“Of course, there are always men and women with an open heart, but don’t forget that for some, guilt and the need to be recognized and loved, often unconsciously, are a major drive. This doesn’t mean the act is not positive, but it would be stronger and purer if it weren’t parasited by personal and ancillary elements created by a strong mind.
“No one is asked to bear anyone’s cross or suffering. That also is an invention to make you feel guilty and make you feel weak and unable to act. But what does ‘act’ really mean? Clearly, it could be an action, a gift of one’s self or something one has, not to make one feel less guilty, but through love and understanding of others. To know that other people are divine beings, like any of you, understanding and accepting that people may have chosen a sort of life that for you is unacceptable, requires a lot of love, respect, non-judging and tolerance. Knowing that listening, smiling and kindness can erase the path of those you meet is more important than you think. You’re not on Earth to solve problems. Life seems difficult to you, because you make it difficult with your mental conception. For you, simplicity is still an enigma. What is true, pure and efficient is never complex. You think it is because currently you live in a matrix that creates a thick veil around you that will persist until you change your way of looking at life. We’ll talk about this later. Look at what’s coming.”
The next scene was extraordinarily violent. I was flying over a part of Europe. There was war; soldiers were in a village ransacking houses and taking what they wanted. Their eyes looked empty, tired, almost drugged up… They were afraid and shot at anything that moved. Woman and children who were still there were raped and their throats slit. I didn’t understand why all this was being shown to me. My soul had difficulty in catching its breath.
The appeasing, feminine voice of one of my guides resonated in me:
“Don’t give in to all the emotions you’re seeing. Action always comes from the heart, not from emotions. I understand you feel overwhelmed by what seems unfair to you. You must learn that nothing, absolutely nothing happens unless part of you agrees and wants it. This doesn’t excuse what happens, but it’s about understanding one of the great cosmic laws that you have gradually to be able to perceive if you want to make headway, within you, where everything is possible.”
I had difficulty in breathing, I was choking, not from indignation but the clinging feeling of being suffocated.
“That’s it. You can never get rid of anything. Everything that exists is right, precisely because it exists. Your notion of fair and unfair is too simplistic and gives you a very narrow way of looking at life.”
“Do you mean that everything is right, that nothing needs to be changed?”
“Not quite that. Everything is right because you created it and wanted it that way: the experiences you undergo are the ones you decided on according to your level of comprehension of the laws of life. Transform your laws, change your outlook on life and events will be different.”
“How can this be in concrete terms?”
“Be patient a little longer.”
I was now flying over a megalopolis, which I thought to be Rio. Favelas, or shanty towns, slowly flowed down toward the city and its luxury beaches and villas. It was nighttime and the solid gates of well-to-do homes had shut their inhabitants in. They were the prisoners. The city, at night, belonged to those who had nothing, the majority of whom were afraid. The rich were guarded by the gatekeepers of their own prison!
Three children between 10 and 12 years old came out of a shack with a corrugated tin roof. From where I was, I could feel the violence and anger within them. They were ready to do anything to get what others had and which they might never have. One life more or less didn’t matter, they were in a place where the strongest win, even if for just a moment. A voice resounded in me:
“You have turned your desires and impulses into laws that have been made for a few by a few. Cosmic laws are very different and you cannot continue to live your lives ignoring them.
“They suited what you thought you were, merely because for a while you had forgotten your divine essence of infinite possibilities. Up to now, you have played both hangman and victim, from one life to another, alternating the roles, from life to life, and you’ve played for such a long time that you’ve forgotten it was only a game, that in reality there never was either hangman or victim without everyone’s mutual consent.”
Zoom out, zoom in again. This time I recognized a European capital known for its elegance, its haute couture and its fashion shows. Maybe my soul was going to get some respite… A room full, a select public, socialites, who seemed to be waiting for the show to begin. A catwalk ran through the middle of the room, close to spectators… Yes, it was a fashion show. Long and bony models, men and women, walked, turned around, and left, wearing elegantly designed animal skins. I assumed this must be the fashion for the next winter because the air conditioning was on full blast.
Again, I left the scene or the scene left me, I couldn’t tell. This time I was flying over a superb white yacht, three-master sailing at full speed on the Mediterranean. It looked like there were a lot of people on board: I counted a dozen or so people who seemed to be employees of the owner or owners.
The firm voice of my guide with the masculine energy reached me:
“This boat belongs to a rich shipowner who has become one of the planet’s leading fortunes, even if he’s not the best known. He has built up considerable wealth through compromises with certain government heads. There’s nothing new in what I’m saying, but you have to know that life connot continue with the differences and the lies that are infecting your world.”
“Are you talking about good and bad?”
“No, the idea of judging, analyzing, condemning is not in our way of thinking and cannot be useful in any context whatsoever… Look for a little bit longer!”
The big white boat drew closer to me, or at least this was my impression.
Women lounging in an overly sumptuous living room were waiting and laughing, in lascivious attitudes which left nothing to doubt. Drinks were served by zealous staff, but what surprised me most were the painted, signed frescos decorating one of the walls and ceiling of the living room…
“Even the taps are in gold,” continued my guide’s voice, “it’s not a question of judging or condemning but about knowing that the Earth has huge possibilities. It can give everyone a decent life, at all levels, so long as greed is not a rule of conduct as too often it is today. Don’t take this as a judgment on my part. We know that experience alone allows us to understand and learn, and that the diversity of character in the inhabitants of your planet constitutes its wealth. However, the fact of always wanting more, of becoming an insatiable consumer is called greed isn’t it?”
Clearly, I could only agree… This time, I’d seen enough. Normally I shun depressing news, so I’d had enough of such scenes. I wanted to return to the information room.
“But you’ve never left it!” replied a familiar, friendly and cheerful voice in answer to my thoughts! Under me I felt the contoured curve of the seat and the resistance of the armrests. I really was in the information room where nothing seemed to have changed at all! The sphere still spun slowly on itself and my three companions were looking at me with a smile. I felt I was coming out of a bad dream that still left me with a bitter taste.
“We haven’t been showing you these scenes that don’t teach you anything new, simply to test your emotional response. However, there are too many among you who, with the feeling of helplessness in the face of the misfortune of others, prefer to look the other way and think that the world can continue like that a little more… It’s a mistake that adds yet another layer to your lethargic cocoon.
“The world you find so absurd is the result of what you—and not others—wanted. All humankind has triggered all the situations it encounters—everything that is beautiful or ugly that is on its path. It doesn’t have any other existence than the one you give it. It’s your creation, neither fair nor unfair. It corresponds to what is deep down in you. The ideologies of your revolutions are useful because they show something is changing in you. Wars and killings are only the gawky exteriorization of these thoughts.
“Seen from our spaceships, you are like young children who clumsily experiment with life but have all the freedom, all the potential of their future.
“In your kindergartens, those playing war believe in it as a reality, because it is their reality.
“When you dream at night, you experience strange situations in which you believe it’s reality because it is your reality of the moment. When you wake up, you continue in what you believe is reality.
“Have you thought about what your reality is? It is what you believe in, it is what you think but nothing has any existence other than what you give it.
“Does this mean we can have a world that is different to our neighbor’s and that we can change the events we experience?
“That’s partially correct! What we think of a world changes our perception of that world and in this way the events surrounding us become different.
You have wanted to put life in an equation, give a reasonable explanation to everything, but the laws of life are fluid. They change and evolve, they are transformed by the thoughts of their creator.
“On our planets, we intentionally create our worlds. Here, you create the events of the Earth without yet being aware that you are doing this.
“You could become conscious and deliberate creators of your respective worlds. I insist on your worlds, because you don’t have one world but different worlds for each of you.”
“But how can we be more aware of our responsibility as creators without becoming guilty?”
“Be simple and above all, don’t believe others are manipulating you. The world government you are talking about only acts because a part of you allows it. Nothing can be done unless you want it to be done, even if sometimes, some people take advantage of the fleeting moment your soul is asleep. There are those for whom it is in their interest that things stay that way. They know how to create infected sites in various places on Earth. As soon as a conflict, an epidemic, a war, and an economic catastrophe ceases in one place, an event is being kindled somewhere else.
“This destabilization considerably weakens your capacity to think for yourselves. Part of the media serves as a support, as you know, but also cell phones and Internet.”
“Does this mean we have to do away with everything?”
I couldn’t help saying this, because everything that had just been outlined seemed to me also to have great possibilities.
“As you know, inventions always have two poles – the positive and the negative. The aim is not to suppress anything but to see that discoveries serve humanity and not just a few thirsting after power and money. A devitalized planet is an easy prey, and, even more important, don’t believe that only a few handfuls of humans want to gain profit from the Earth.
“Earth has been a challenge for millennia. It is the only planet in the solar system and even in more remote solar systems to offer so many possibilities… because of its nature, the variety of its substrata, of its seas, its climates, its minerals, and more recently, the diversity of the animals and humans that live there.
“We wanted to show you a few scenes of this Earth which is your home because its history is our prehistory.
“When from here, we see people covering themselves with animal skins purely for their pleasure, starving their kin so as to get the upper hand, dominating others through the law of the strongest, using ideologies as an excuse, eating anything that moves and acting by impulse or guided by emotion, this was our prehistory. You need very little of Earth time for this to change, but the general comprehension on the planet at the present moment in time creates a veil that makes any necessary steps more complicated and any understanding more difficult.”
To Be Continued..
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