R'azel: We are One. Most people fear the apocalypse. But there is more than one. The true fear is abandonment, rejection because fear is based on the original separation. That is the apocalypse that is being played out over and over again in the subconscious. Until we recognize this deficiency we are ignorant of ourselves and our true nature. This fear is laid upon the remains of the first separation, an earlier beginning of separation and will remain until we are conscious that First Cause has awareness of itself.

 

All Uthra could remember was a world shattering and experiencing an endless fall. But now, it sensed a warm thick mixture surrounding itself. He didn't know what this gelatin substance was but it felt safe. As Uthra stretched its developing form, pain erupted through it.

"Lie still," the voice said as it passed through him. "You have suffered much injury and we are repairing your consciousness."

"I am damaged." He could hear his thoughts as they seem to fall over each other like children fighting.

"Your consciousness was shattered. We are helping you to reconstruct."

"Shattered. Consciousness. Who are you? Who am I? What am I?"

"What do you remember?"

"I don't know. Light. Then darkness. A feeling of falling. Something breaking. Hands reaching out to me. I couldn't hold them. I fell. Endless falling."

"In time you will remember."

"Where am I? Who are you?"

"You are in a cocoon. It is the only way that we can heal you."

"A cocoon?"

"You could say it's a rebirth."

"Rebirth? From what to what? How long have I been here? Where is here?"

"Your injuries were severe. In time all questions will be answered."

"What caused this? I have no sense of form. Just floating."

"In time. You must not push yourself too much right now. You have suffered a major trauma. We will help you reconstruct as time passes."

"It seems like I am still falling," Uthra could hear itself say as it felt a sound pass through it. It was a pleasant sound but it could not attach a memory or description to it as Uthra found itself going into a silence.

The cocoon was lying in a web of light woven by the Insect Gods. One of them who looked like an Earth version of a praying mantis was examining the exterior of the cocoon. "This one attempted to achieve the knowing before they were properly prepared."

Another insect god spoke who would resemble an Earth beetle. "It is, as before. Maintaining a planetary consciousness and not being able to handle the lower frequencies deterioration, it was not aware of the disturbance it caused in their psyche."

"Even gods are fallible. Why do they still believe they are without fault? We are all evolving back into the Life."

"This is one who is experiencing materiality to heal the original deficiency," said the grasshopper looking entity.

"We may lose this one as the others if we are not careful. The cocoon can presently contain their presence as they grow in awareness; they might seek release from this cocoon before they have formed a fully awakened consciousness."

"We sense there are fragments of this Uthra's consciousness that we were not able to retain. Once they could not contain the madness that was consuming from within, they imploded them selves, destroying the planet. Many souls were lost in the great outer darkness. We don't know even know what chances of recovery are operable to us. They are caring this Prime Creator's sound."

"We need suggestions."

"Continue the healing within the cocoon. This will take several eons; and in the mean time, search for the fragmented conscious and place time codes within them until such a time a signal is sent out and the merging of consciousness can begin."

"This is an excellent suggestion. With the calculations we have made on the explosion in that sector of creation, it will not be habitable for quite sometime but we realize some of the essence fragments have descended in vibration to level three."

"This is not good. The Great Dark One has full reign there. We have not been able to code in a light seed. This presents a problem."

"Yes and no. Maybe, as we are healing this Uthra within the cocoon, we can begin teaching methods to heal the fragmentation which could release a signal from within the cocoon to penetrate the darkness of level three to attract the essence fragments and begin their spiral upward in vibration."

"That has only been in theory and has not been tested."

"There will always be a longing in this one if we do not attempt to merge the essence fragments. With that emptiness and that longing, it could create unforeseen problems. We must attempt. We will do it step by step. Also, we could place one of our codings within this Uthra and be as One and integrate our consciousness for its ascension."

"We must take this up with the Elders. This is our first healing on a feminine consciousness."

As the Uthra lay in the cocoon, voices played in its head. A voice that sounded familiar but it could put no name or face but it recognized one of the voices as it's own in a physical manifestation.

The other voice spoke in a harsh tone. "In a small room you think to contain me my brother."

"Brother," the Uthra thought interrupting his listening in to his thoughts. I have a brother. I must listen more.

The brother continued speaking. "I will not be tamed in your embrace. My nature is a stalker. I wasn't the one who got wings at birth remember. Even now when I enter you, the serpentine fire rises from the darkness lashing out at me. This fire is in you. I don't like its comfort. I don't like the doorways in your eyes that tempt me as precious stones birthed by you."

"Am I what you denied?"

"I am unto myself. I don't share my self," the brother replied harshly.

"Why do you think you want me so? The sound is in me? I am light that is behind your darkness. I feel it. I know it when we are in each other. But you gave away the black kiss. I don't know who I am kissing anymore."

"Who do you want to kiss since you said my tongue is as a lizard," the brother replied.

"How many forms must my denials take before I have forgiven myself for my transgression against our love?"

The voice faded as the Uthra stirred in its cocoon as it felt musical tones coming through the cocoon from the Lords of Light.