Genesis ....of
.......Light about Lee Chin

Lee Chin was given this gift on February 7th, 1995 during a taped toning session for the internalized healing of the immune system of 2 young men that were HIV positive. The white of their teeth fluoresced for 72 hours. Where the T-Cell count had been at the dangerous low of 60, his next test indicated the remarkable rise to 600.

Dr. Greer was given this tape and his response was that its resonance's were definitely off-worldly. He had given it to his assistant, but it was too late, she had already committed to her contract and readily passed on.  His cancer is not now present or in deep remission as is my own.

Regards the beloved co-creative energies within this now gifted Garnet frequency, a private and controlled environment is the best area to play this tape.  The tape has already been divinely guided to its placement in 12 locations on this continent with spiritually evolving persons.  I have been guided to implant its resonance within certain others who will carry its frequencies into the arenas they have chosen to service, such as Shasta, Hawaii, and England.  Plus certain others who will intuit their loving understanding to protect its vibrational harmonies and the usage's of same while in this dimension.

I know that you do not as yet have a full understanding of the need to protect these higher frequencies, that are our higher creative gods, or their universal messages being given within this tape.  It is for the healing of the polarities within the diamond of the immune fuel system of Mother Earth,  and even so her co-creations.  It is the bridge to prepare and assist the 3rd dimensional shift for its coming expansion space-timed within the plan of continuum.

Others have seen the Garnet frequency as a band rather than a ball of Light.  I perceive this to be the indicator that its Higher Rung is preparing to be put in place on our ascension ladder. As co-creators, earth kind will be responsible to be the bonding agents to secure its positionment.  The orange frequency has imbedded its signature within specific light workers and can be readily called upon to provide its protective shield to ward off any and all non compatible influences.

There are several such stories to tell, but not within this text. I believe this was the sign posts to realign me to its usage within the meridians of the body of our Mother Earth.  It is she that will in turn, radiate these healing energies into her co-creations.

In January of 1991, my husband and I celebrated his retirement from the Boeing company with a 2 week vacation to the Caribbean and Yucatan Peninsula. As a manager within the commercial advertising and graphic sales organization he had been sent on many assignments on both continents.

During his business trips I remained at home experiencing my own pity party. My delicate health could have interfered with such accompaniment and he always reminded me, and rightly so, that these trips were not vacations. Needless to say, he considered "his" vacations to be enjoyed by just staying at home. For many years, my thoughts were not in agreement with his and these thoughts were often expressed in my private writings as a means of venting my frustrations. In 1973 I had experienced an unexpected cerebral hemorrhage resulting with a long list of related health problems that kept me pretty much confined to staying at home. I was unfamiliar to any other spiritual companionship other than the bible and I found it to be judgmental and filled with incest, sanctioned murder, hidden meanings and warnings. The only love seemed to be with the few words reinterpreted by other than its true prophets. My own brain waves were out of alignment as were most of these subliminal thoughts. I prayed for redirection and companionship.

LO AND BEHOLD! ALL I HAD TO DO, WAS ASK!
I was confined to only one hemisphere of my brain. I could not form pictographs such as within a thought or dream state. On rare occasions a black and white image would flash through, but no color scenarios. I did not perceive that I was fine tuning the alternating currents of the radio waves that would eventuate my access to the universal telephone and telegraph wires.

Memory retention had been grossly impaired and I found myself beginning to scribe communicative thoughts to self in miscellaneous journals. My impaired memory did not help in relocating these journals or their thoughts. My alone pity parties became all consuming and I focused on feeding my depleting energies to my continuing migraine headaches inducing interrupted sleep cycles. I often would awake to write during the hours of 1 and 3 a.m. One such night I was sitting at my desk and looking at the wall clock indicating that it was just a couple of minutes until 1 am. I was contemplating on the circadian rhythms of my waking state. All of a sudden a narrow beam of a lightning flash struck my left eye. I was not only startled, but experienced a sharp penetrating burning sensation and watery tears flowed only from the left eye. I was immediately frightened. I already was experiencing vision impairment that had affected my peripheral vision and I had to wear a patch over one eye while reading. I could see through both eyes but not simultaneously. My doctor recommended an immediate examination by an ophthalmologist. This would confirm if pressure was again building up in my brain. The exam confirmed no pressure. The doctor stated that a white arc was visible in the upper quadrant of both pupils. This was supposedly a most rare phenomenon associated with excessive brain activity. That struck me as a joke. I only had half a brain and my husband often commented the other half was not working either.

I began to see momentary strands of color and little white fireflies. Often these strands were broader and linked specific spectral colors together. Something was happening to reawaken the dead cells in the right hemisphere of my brain, but what? I still could not form casual pictographs nor, can I yet. On rare occasions I would visually see short film clips and I began to note that there was a definite significance that would coincide with its forthcoming higher interpretive awareness . My thoughts were tuning in to insights that I was yet to comprehend. Their repetitions provided the furthering expanded linkages to the pieces of the puzzle being assimilated within the synapses of my slow brain processes. The right hemisphere of the brain is the larger garden for the many seeds planted therein. The left hemisphere focuses on a singular seed. I still lacked sufficient brain energy to till the garden or rearrange the rows of colorful information. I was perceiving answers but did not recognize the budding of the questions. I thusly began to understand the intent of a season for all things. I could hardly wait for spring to begin unfolding the fruits of these seeds.

My writings were often automatic and my pen scribed "HE WILL BE LEAVING IN 7 MONTHS AND 13 DAYS." Who, was he? My calendar indicated that this prophetic date would occur on January 15th, 1991. My husband was scheduled to retire in July of 1990. Summer and early fall months are usually most beautiful in the state of Washington and offer many wonderful short term vacation sites to better acquaint us with the state we had lived in all of our lives. Unknown to my husband, I had plotted all the casual vacation sites that my guides had pre-directed my thoughts towards.

As typical retirees, we had purchased a new motor home and needed to experience the freedom that it offered. These short trips included Victoria, on Vancouver island, British Columbia, Canada. A visit to lake Crescent that still resonated with its pale blue-green color that it had held from the earlier glaciations of the warming ice age some 13,000 years earlier. I wondered as to how the national parks and forestry department had known to build an open air amphitheater directly over the commanding acupuncture point for the Puget Sound meridian in 1947.

Victoria is the entrance point for this ultraviolet light meridian.

Our short trips included the Washington and Oregon coastal route to Eureka, California. And we experienced their first earthquake in years. Our return allowed a short visit to Mt. Shasta. Its nearby lakes were empty because of the draught that summer had presented to most of California. Our 12 hour drive home took us past Mt. St. Helen. It was too warm to enjoy a visit over the Cascades mountains to the heat common to eastern Washington until September. Our major vacation was yet to come. My husband had no clue as to why I was guided and inspired to the mission to expend the energies ensouled within me at these prior sites. While I was yet in Victoria I had the opportunity of meeting with an Egyptian visitor who was one of the tour guides to the pyramids upon the Giza plateau. Our conversations included the identification of his energy codex. He was most interested in my concepts regards to each of the pyramids having time codes resonating through the earth's meridians to their like dirt or stone pyramids of opposite polarities within the 12 paired meridians aligned to other locations and continents. He was a predominant carrier of the blue-green frequency and its note of F#. An enharmonic resonator and it was indeed appropriate that he should be linking his Egyptian energies to that of the Puget sounds ultraviolet meridian. He said yes, it seemed as though he was guided to be here on July 25th 1990. (I would learn more of the importance of this date for a beginning cycle of changes, when I went to Tikal the following year.) So far these mini vacations were resonating a subliminal clue as to what? Would I know on January 15th of 1991 as to who was leaving?

The Egyptian had asked me if I had been to any of the pyramids in the Yucatan? I told him no I had not. He said did I not intuit a curiosity or calling that I should go there to experience it? I did not have a clue as to any "calling." But the date 1-15-91 kept reemerging in my thoughts.

A few evenings later I was as usual awakened at 1 am. By a single blob of a strange reddish bronze light. There seemed to be red-violet and golden reflections resonating within it. I remembered as a small child I had often dressed up in my grandmothers old jewelry. There was a very long strand of beads that looked similar to root beer with the sun shining through it. I remembered that she had told me that they were "garnets", a semi precious stone. The blob of light that I had seen was similar but had more depth of an intense magenta in it. I had become aware that there was great significance for my brain to have projected this imagery for me to clearly visualize. A piece of a puzzle? I began to think about the pyramids in the Yucatan and their curiosity began to swell within me.

My daughter was a travel agent and began to bring several brochures regarding the Yucatan I ordered books regards the ancient histories of Central America and saw the photographs of many of their wondrous archaeological finds. On TV I saw the Nazca plains with all its strange petroglyphs and a resonation began to swell within me. I must arrange for our big vacation on 1-15-91 to include these ancient cultures So evolved my itinerary to include the pyramids of Chichenitza .

My husband and I had seldom shared similar interests. I schemed an elaborate agenda for the most expensive resort hotels in Cancun to include his love of deep sea fishing in the Caribbean. Thusly appeasing his interests I carefully inserted the overnight trip to the pyramids awaiting me at Chi-chen-itza.

What was the significance of "Chi" being within the name given to Chi-chen-itza? I was well indoctrinated with the preliminary understandings of the chi energies that flowed within our physical embodiments. It had been the bulk of insights presented to me in my earlier writings. And, it was I who legislated the legalization and licensure of acupuncture within the state of Washington. My physical body was a testament to its ancient curative powers.

In China the printed words are in hieroglyphic characters. The sounds of these words are often spelled incorrectly to an English translation. Chan, chen and chin are similar in their Chinese translations. Just as there is no separate word for woman or man. Like the yin and yang symbol, there is no separation for its combined unity. The divisions of identities all came with the influences of European cultures. Was Chi-chen-itza the energy codex calling me to its like energy? To further this thought, "itza" translates to itinerary. I now knew my itinerary for this prophetic date, I just could not perceive its outcome.

The narrowed hotel strip in Cancun was bordered on its West by the Gulf of Mexico, and the beautiful pasted blue-green waters of the Caribbean were on the eastern shore. There was one single two lane street that divided the hotel frontages. All of the shops were on the eastern side and it was common to see Gucci leather bags displayed in these open malls, next to 100 percent cotton T-shirts with vivid colored native designs copied from the Mayan codices being sold 3 or 4, for 10 American dollars. Jewelry of 99.9% pure solid silver was available in simplistic to exquisite designs for budgeted pocket cash. It was difficult to not experience a shopping frenzy. But my heart was all pumped up in anticipation of our journey to the pyramidal complexes awaiting me in Chi-chen-itza.

There were ancient Mayan monuments even on the borders of the street entrance to the Cancun strip. With all the plush hotels whose amenities were far superior to any my husband had seen on other continents. Rapidly we were switching realities. Transportation was limited to a few cabs, busses or a choice of rental open air jeeps or very old Volkswagen bugs. We chose the roofed bug. It was the morning of the 14th and I was becoming anxious to witness the real culture of the peoples of the Yucatan. We were about to experience a cultural shock...

We had been told a light rainfall was to be expected as we traveled inland. The terrain was mostly level and the narrow paved 2 lane highway would not offer any comfort zones during its 120 mile journey to the pyramidal complex. We chose the little Volkswagen with stick shift gears that we would only discover, miles into our forwarding trip, that it did not have a reverse gear...

There were few villages that we would pass through and the native children in their brilliant embroidered dresses were standing on the edges of the highway with outstretch palms or bags of white onions for sale. Their homes were constructed of sticks tied together with twine, thatched roofs and dirt floors. The government had provided the villagers with stacks of concrete blocks but the piles remained untouched. Other than a few scant vegetable stands, we saw few if any grocery stores. It was obvious that the natives lived off the land. A few goats were to be seen and possibly they were the source of milk for the children..

The shock set in when we passed a government outpost with a school. It had guards around it carrying machine guns. Often there were signs posted in English with bold letters "please do not give money to our children. We want to keep them in school." We would be later told that parents sacrificed their children's education for the few pennies that were offered by tourists.

The intermittent rain fall was duplicated by the intermittent function of our windshield wipers. We both were agitated and in need of a cup of coffee and a lavatory facility. A little detour provided a single pump gas station and a warm bottle of beer. We discovered the malfunction gear shift.. A non English speaking policeman recognized the problem and reached through our window and gave several firm yanks on the gear shift. We were again on our way...

The entrance to Chi-chen-itza was now before us. My daughter had been our booking agent and thought that we would enjoy dividing our 2 day stay in one of the private bungalows and the one and only Mayaland hotel. The then price of $300. Per night was for either accommodations. We checked into the hotel and were given the key to our bungalow. It was not what we were expecting. The barren concrete floor, a single light bulb hanging from its cord, a double bed surrounded by mosquito netting and a smelly damp thatched roof. The first usage of the toilet initiated its flooding of the floor. The sink was rusty and provided only a slow stream of cold water. We hurriedly changed our clothes and returned to the hotel. If we did not get there in time, we would miss the only dinner hour. No food was served in the hotel bar when the banquet dining room was closed. My excitement for the coming morrow was not being shared by my husband but this was my first vacation and he was doing his best to hold back his criticisms of the unexpected discomforts.

The larger tourist crowd had been there over the weekend and it was now very quiet. The desk clerk was a young American graduate student fluent with the Spanish language and readily befriended us. She provided us with much of her knowledge regarding the culture of the present general populous. It was considered a financial blessing to parent a child with a deformity as these children can be put out on the street to beg for the financial assistance of the ever changing flow of tourists. These dollars often supported an entire family and the child was further disabled by his or her lack of schooling in lieu of these street jobs.

The rain continued to fall and the musky odor of the thatched roof became overpowering. An occasional cockroach came out to welcome us and waded through the water standing on our bathroom floor. Julie had arranged to move us to the choicest viewing room in the hotel the following morning. With a smile on her face, she said the plumbing in the hotel was as old as the hotel itself and indeed it was. We knew to not drink the water which was never hot.

The hotel lobby began to fill with the early arrival of the tourist busses. The energies of their expectations was contagious. I had been forewarned that the worn gravel or dirt paths might be difficult for my walking and I would probably not be able to keep up with the guided groups...

A Mayan guide singled me out and with limited English he bluntly asked why I had chosen to be here at Chichenitza on the 15th of January of 1991. What did he know was that I did not regard this date. I simply replied that I had intuited this date some 7 months and 13 days ago. He made no comment other than he would like to be our private guide. He asked us to meet him in one hour in the lobby. His name was Javier Dzib. I later noticed that all of the hotel staff guides seemed to be focusing on me.

Our walk upon the complex grounds began. We walked past an open deep well and Javier told us that the ancients had thrown many prayer type gift offerings into this well and they had all been removed by the early archaeologists. I picked up a small piece of broken stone that still had a deep blue paint on it and put it in my pocket. There would be no convenience stops on these grounds.

There were so many old structures and stellae to see and I was becoming aware that Javier was leading us in an opposite direction from the great pyramid. From a distance he pointed to its structure and said that there was an inner chamber that he would like to take me to when the tour groups were no longer scurrying around. This never happened! There was so very much to see and the difficult climb to the top of the pyramid would definitely have to wait.

I watched as the more energetic would cautiously zig zag there way up and down the many steep and narrow steps. Some would have to be assisted as their equilibrium was being put to the test. I began to comprehend the symbolic mythological slithering of the snake, but what constellation was this representative of? This whole complex and the pyramid itself was a reminder of an astrological calendar.

On one side of the ball court was a lengthy series of connected 1 story buildings that quite possibly had been meditative dream rooms. Javier Dzib told me that this series of structures was called the "akab dzib." Meaning, night dreams. I did not relate his surname to also be dzib...

These little stone chambers were probably not more than 10'x10'. Each had a narrow opening on either side that one had to step up and into. It was relatively dark inside even though the sun was now shining. Carved into the upper walls were niches indicating that some type of torch had scorched the alcoves. The flooring was hardened dirt with unevenly placed stones. I thought these chambers would be most uncomfortable as sleeping rooms even with heavy blanket rolls. Javier stood outside of this chamber, watching me through the narrowed opening. There was nothing in here to see. There were no carvings to indicate any symbolism and then,.............I noticed a pair of bright reddish colored hands with flattened palms and outstretched fingers had been painted on one of the walls. The sunlight illuminated these and called them to my attention.

Instinctively I walked over to them and put my outstretched palms directly over them. The outline fit my own hands. It was then that Javier also stepped inside this chamber to tell me who I really was and why spirit had directed me to be here on this most spiritual day of higher ensoulment. It would be a 30 minute walk back to the hotel and I sensed a need for a nap...

Javier parted with us and I knew that we would return to acquaint ourselves with more of the structures later in the day or tomorrow. I immediately fell asleep for 2 hours. My husband took this opportunity to investigate the paintings hanging in the lobby and purchase some related information regarding the known histories of the Mayans. I found myself dreaming with pictographic related colors. I consciously was awakened by a vivid "blob" of red-violet-garnet colors. I realized that this was a major awakening for my dead brain cells. It would be 2 months later when my husband commented that I was now walking much better and he noted that I had not required any pain medications...

Yes, the vacation had indeed invigorated me and I had no longer initiated my own private pity parties. My writings intensified and there seemed to be a new infusion of quantum physic, whatever that was.

I read Plato's symposium and wondered where Herodotus had gotten all of his ancient historical information from. Why had the great library of Alexandria been sacked so that later generations could not know of these information. Such destruction of our earthly histories did promote the dark ages and manifest so many of the religious controversies that continue to exist today...

My daughter called me to ask if I would be physically up to go to Guatemala with her in June. She knew that I had an updated passport but would need shots for cholera. Travelers were being advised that there was an epidemic in Central America. I had been rejuvenated since my experience at Chi-chen-itza and felt that I could take this journey with her but only if she arranged for a side trip to the pyramidal site at Tikal, deep within the Peten jungle. There were 5 pyramids waiting for my visitation and I sensed a continuation of my January 15th episode.

Why was I being directed to walk on these ancient hallowed grounds? Our flight from Seattle took us to the Ft. Worth-Houston airport for an exchange of airplanes. I arranged to meet with an old high school friend during our stop over at the airport. I had not seen Joe in 40 years. The meeting was great, except not knowing his own strength he had lifted me with a firm bear hug and badly bruised my ribs. Each inhalation and exhalation initiated extreme pain. The only pain medicine we had with us was a bottle of aspirin and the tiny pills to stop the cramping that accompanied the expected revenges of montezuma.

The amenities on the next leg of our flight were noticeably less than our American carrier had been. It was now dark and we flew for well over 30 minutes directly in a terrible electrical storm and our cabin continually lit up with exposure to these flashes. To save on fuel the only oxygen being recycled in the plane was from our own exhalations and we could feel the fears of the passengers as we began to experience migraine type headaches. We welcomed our arrival at the Guatemala city airport. Our tour guide would be there to meet us with a hand held sign with our names upon it. The airport was dimly lit and military guards carrying machine guns were in observance of our every move. We were in immediate need of their lavatory facility. One bare light bulb, one rusty toilet bowl, no tissue paper, a rusty sink bowl with just a trickle of brackish cold water and the biggest cockroach that either of us had ever seen...

Our transport was a very clean van and our driver spoke sufficient English while pointing out McDonalds golden arches to us. There were no street lights and each intersection within the city was a challenge. It mattered not which side of the street you drove on as we wove our way through the quiet night time traffic.

Bryon, our driver, pointed out the 12 year old children wearing military uniforms and carrying machine guns on all of the city streets. There was a curfew at dark and the indigenous street children knew to be off the streets or shot on the spot. Everyone was quite small in stature and the teenage children with guns looked like 8 or 9 year olds. We were assured that they were not conscripted until they were 12 years old. Many were probably much younger as parents would lie about their age to give them to the government military and a possibility of food, housing and a limited education. They would stay there until they were 21 years old. They were not allowed family visitations during these years.

There were 2 major hotels within the city that had a 5 star rating. (big joke) the first hotel was a block away from ours. There was an old flat bed truck parked next to it with several armed soldiers standing on it. It looked like an old cannon was also pointed directly at the hotels entrance. A big banner was on the front of the hotel welcoming president Carlos Mennen. He was scheduled for a 2 day meeting with the president of Guatemala. This would be aired on television.

The desk clerks spoke no English and other arriving South American guests assisted with the interpretations. These were the pilot and crew and some of the secret security guards that had accompanied president Mennen. These were much taller and extremely well dressed gentlemen. Only one female flight attendant was in this group.

With key in hand we went to our room to freshen up before returning to the lounge for a much needed cocktail. Surprise, the room was relatively neat, though modest in furnishings and the bed sheets may or may not have been previously slept in. There were no amenities such as a small coffee pot or refrigerator. We did have an old black and white television and immediately turned it on. Indeed, the two presidents were in conference. Neither looked comfortable in their situation...

Having changed our wrinkled clothes, we returned to the lounge bar in the lobby to our arranged meeting with our tour guide. He would be providing us an itinerary for our 5 day visit. I offered to buy him a drink and politely declined saying it was not permissible because of his religion. This was a bit surprising as Guatemala is a very catholic country. We had seen beautiful ancient Spanish style cathedrals on every 3rd or 4th block. We needed a cup of coffee and offered him one also. Again he declined for the same reason. Hmmmmm! I asked him just what might that religion be. He said it was not well known. He was a Mormon convert. My daughter and I laughed and told him that we were also L.D.S. How do you explain to a convert that our convictions and family views were a bit more contemporary and even though I smoked and drank, I did not subscribe to any excesses that might be harmful to the physical body. I felt rather silly as I made these excuses and my daughter ordered her second drink. I asked if Ii might read his palm and in so doing, it caught the eye of Mennen's private flight crew who were also now entering the lounge. They assembled around us. Those who did not understand English asked for another guest to interpret for them. She was with the Brazilian airlines and still in her uniform. She stayed with my daughter and I until after the others had returned to their rooms. She quietly leaned over and in a low voice, asked if I knew who the others had been. I said that I did not. She said that they were the employees of the largest drug cartel in all of South America. She further stated that she was from Rio de Janeiro and her country was being financially destroyed by the influence of these people. The meeting taking place between the 2 presidents had raised allot of suspicion between both the Central and South American countries.

Guatemala was such a poor country and had initiated many border skirmishes with Mexico in their attempt to confiscate these less populated Mexican regions. Our first day trip was again guided by Bryon. We were astonished to see the statuary brought here by the Spanish in the early 1600's. A courtyard displayed a statue commemorating Columbus. Bryon pointed out the stone and stucco Spanish style churches that were as sturdy as when first built in 1670. We were taken to the presidential palace and passed the vice president walking through one of its galleries. The streets had been guarded by machine guns but tourists were allowed to wander through this building without supervision. There was no one here to pat down our bodies like there had been at the airport.

The second day, we had a different guide who would be taking us to Antigua. As we left the city in this small mini bus, we entered upon the 2 lane Mexicana highway built with joint funding under the directorship of the united states president Teddy Roosevelt. A faded banner still hung over its entry commemorating this American effort and its architect. We were now seeing the real country and its impoverished life style.

Many people were walking along the highway carrying bundles of sticks to restore walls of their thatch roof shelters. Only an occasional tin roof was to be seen. The hillsides were all terraced for the catch of rainfall for their crops. Coffee beans and corn were the most common and small donkeys carried these bundles to their open markets. There were always chickens scratching in the open yards and an occasional goat. The sun was warm and the open air exhilarating. The windows were now down in the mini bus and I leaned back in my front row seat and closed my eyes. I opened them with a start to visually see 2 strands of baseball sized balls of beautiful blue-green light weaving through and above our driver , Marco. Each ball was connected by a thin strand of luminescent white thread. Blinking, I looked across the isle and asked my daughter if she was seeing this string of pearls. No, she was not. With my eyes both closed or open I could see these balls of light merging within Marco and the other strand weaving above him. Were these the spectrally identifiable atoms? Immediately I asked if I could see his predominant hand. Telling him what I was seeing, he offered his right palm upwards and indeed, this computer chip within the lines imbedded upon his palm did so identify him to the tribe of gad and the blue-green radiation resonating within the 3rd dimensional octave and its note of f sharp. I knew that he was a descendant of the Mayan Indians. I had made these identifications with all of the Mayan Indians I had met in the Yucatan peninsula and Chi-chen-itza. Yes, he confirmed that this was so. Again I was to see another blob of the reddish bronze garnet colored light. What was the significance of these so seldom seen visions..?

Antigua was wonderful. It had not changed since its early construction period by the Spanish conquerors in 1660 a.d. the stone buildings were all connected and their heavy door fronts were beautifully carved from teak woods. The heavy parquet flooring, though grooved with centuries old footsteps that had buffed their shine were now hardened and their echo was melodic. These were not living quarters now, but shops and markets to accommodate tourist trade. A lot of onyx, mother of pearl and turquoise stones were set in intricate silver jewelry. We saw no gold. There were beautifully woven tapestry and beaded jewelry of vivid color and design...

Marco had suggested that we do most of our shopping tomorrow on our trip to lake Attitlan. The few open stall markets along the long country drive would provide the badly needed funds for these indigenous peoples. With warm bottles of beer, the assumed safe drinking fluid, we entered the partially covered inner courtyard. It was flanked by magnificent sculptured statues with small signs indicating their date of origin and known artist. Oh, my god! There was a beautiful statue of Moses with power horns on the top of his head. Its date was early 1600 and the artist was an unknown. Its duplicate is in the Louvre in Paris and its known artist is Leonardo Da Vinci. The early Spanish had brought many of these sacred icons to the new country and saw no need to protect them from their then citizenry. How could one have transported these heavy items from these sites without it being a known?

Antigua is more centralized and was the original capital for this southern region of the country. It had been built in 1670 only to be destroyed by a nearby volcanic eruption in 1675. Having been rebuilt, another prophetic eruption again destroyed the city and the capital was then moved to the east to what is now known as Guatemala city. Antigua was rebuilt in 1676 and stands today as it did then. The nearby volcano can be seen looming just southwest of the city. It is still considered to be a very active volcano and often spews its ash upon the countryside. In the courtyard we met another young American couple from the state of Oregon. They were proud to show us their beautiful one year old son that they had pre-purchased from a young Guatemalan unmarried mother through some legal adoptive agency approved by both the U.S. and Guatemalan governments. They had paid $10,000 dollars up front for the care of both he and his mother to assure his health. They were on a photographic tour to build an album for his future knowing of his heritage.

They were affiliated with other adoptive parents that collectively would school these children as to their heritage in dual language educations. This was a most beautiful child and I could feel his joy for being in the arms of the love generated by his new parents. It was then back to our hotel and our friend Virginia, the Brazilian flight attendant we had met the evening of our arrival. She would join us at dinner in one of the few local city restaurants...

We chose a nearby Cantonese restaurant and the food and service was excellent. These Chinese spoke near perfect English. She would be joining us on our bus tour to lake Attitlan the following morning. Indeed our shopping tour along the way was wonderful. We wished that we had brought along a large moving van to haul away all of the wonderful treasures that were being marketed. The trip wound high to the plateau atop this mountainous terrain . The lake itself was nearly white and not at all clear. Marcos had brought along an alternate driver to keep an eye on the steep cliffs next to the narrow roadway. His verbal cautions and Marco's excessive speeds made us all nervous. On our return trip down these winding narrow roads the alternate driver was at the wheel while Marco slept. Virginia sat behind them and continually prodded the driver when his eyelids would close. Yes, we were glad to get safely back into the city once again. We were asked to roll up our windows even though it was sweltering inside the bus from the heat. Marco said it is not uncommon to be stuck in a traffic jam at the intersections and walkers would reach through the open windows and pull out your purse or yank off your expensive sun glasses. We dared not drink the water and arranged for room service to deliver us a couple of cokes. When they were delivered to our door we were surprised to see these cokes in old fashioned green bottles. We were not provide with a bottle opener and my daughter had to get redressed and take them downstairs to the bar to have them opened for us. (5 stars?)

My daughter later emerged from our bathroom and stated that she had begun her monthly a few days early. Again she got dressed but did not return for nearly an hour. Our hotel did not have any drug items and she had to walk the few blocks to the other hotel to make her purchase. She said she thought she was being followed by a couple of thugs and hurried to the well lit side of the street. We took a cab early in the morning to a private airport to catch our mini jet flight north to Tikal...

The plane had 18 small seats for the passengers. The additional 3 or 4 sat on the floor of the narrow aisle. Our guide told us to be sure to use the lavatory facilities at our arrival airport. There would not be any available facilities for the next leg of our journey until our return to the airport later in the evening. Another groan was heard from all of us.

A large bus was awaiting us and we excitedly boarded with anticipation of our visit to this most wondrous ancient site. The bus journey seemed non ending and the terrain was rugged and very dry. We could finally see the jungle looming before us. Big locked gates and more machine gun guards entered our bus and looked us over. We passed their surveillance and were allowed to proceed onto the dusty dirt roadway. We had been told that there was a French restaurant at the entrance to the complex. Yay! Our guide said we must hurry along, there were 5 pyramids here and many stellae constructed of stones placed one atop another with petroglyphic carvings dating the era and deeds of the then ruler. Our walk would be 6 miles. Okay, we were off...

I had my cane and my ribs were still aching and I found it difficult to keep up with the group. I asked the guide if it would be safe for me to stumble along alone. I knew that I would be able to catch up with the group while they were climbing the pyramids. I assured my daughter that I would be okay and insisted that she went with them. There were little arrow signs along the main jungle path for me to follow. Coming from the pacific northwest, I was used to forests with Douglas fir trees that reached heights of 150 to 200'. The jungle canopy was seldom higher than 25 or 30 feet. There were a very few ciba trees whose wood was the hardest known and never to be cut from these jungles. They provided nesting sites for the larger birds.

I was alone and sensing of negative energy still resided in this arena. These were older and more crudely built temples and pyramids. The ground floor of this canopied jungle was completely paved in stone. Dirt and dead leaves had covered most of it through the ages and only tourist traffic could now define the wide trails. Monkeys were howling their calls to one another as they leaped through the canopy. An occasional brightly colored parrot would also be seen. Many lizards were scurrying across the paths to avoid my footsteps. It was an occasional old stump or stone bench provided the needed rest. What grand civilization had lived here?

I could sense a warring people. My daughter rejoined me insisting that I must climb to the top of pyramid no. 5 with her. The climb itself took nearly an hour and the guide told us that it was more like a lookout tower as we could look down upon the other pyramids and surrounding country. The tiny open chamber at the top had American graffiti painted or carved into it. While others were still climbing the other pyramids, the guide spent some quiet time with me and explained the relevance of July 25, 1990. It was the beginning of another 20 year cycle for the younger spirited energies to enjoin within the educative process of the physical embodiment. These energies were limited to the 20 year care taking of the temple within. I asked him again, as to the significance of January 15th 1991. He confirmed that the ancient Mayans had a belief of the specific astrological alignments to the earth required of the exchange of the younger spirited energies with those of the higher ensoulments only if the physical is so prepared. I asked him if he had ever seen the red hands. He had not, but heard of the red hand cults that had certain knowledge relating them with these inter-dimensional signposts.

The French restaurant was wonderful. We were able to purchase dried crumpets wrapped in a heavy paper and needed bottled water to choke them down. The labels on the bottles were worn off and their caps were loose. We settled for a paper cup with warm beer and prepared to board our bus back to the mountain top airport with its dirt runway. My daughter, Paula, had taken a lot of photographs for our journals of this most interesting trip. Our return flight had taken on a couple of more passengers to sit on the aisle flooring, including a young captured parrot with a rope tied around one of its legs...

The pilot had miscounted and had inadvertently left an elderly French couple at the airport. One of the other passengers commented that they would miss their return flight to Europe scheduled for early evening. He would have to return for them later in the evening. Our guide was apologetic and stated that he had been able to converse with them in his own broken French and knew that they would be very confused sitting there by themselves.

Our last day provided but a few hours to do some final shopping and we took a cab to the plaza and bought more last minute postcards and books related to this country and of course, the T-shirts with the beautiful designs copied from the stone carved stellae. Bryon, our original guide, returned us to the airport in the early evening and we exchanged addresses. He said, his was a sorrowful country, but it was his home and he loved it. He did not see much economic future for his children and he and his wife had chosen to not birth anymore children.

I have not told you of the poverty or suppressions of these people because I can only carry that remembrance in my heart. We had gained a forgotten knowing of a once high culture that had been nearly destroyed by European and religious domination foreign to their own once spiritual enlightenments. These indigenous people are not allowed the privilege of visiting these ancient sites designed by their ancestors, to bring forth a remembrance of origin with the universal consciousness to their genesis.

We welcomed our return to Seattle and reflected on all the modern conveniences that we so seldom acknowledged. We both needed sleep and would communicate with one another in the morning. Oh yeah, the revenge had hit us both, but only after we drank our own tap water. The energies of my physical body had seemed to deteriorate a bit and I once again required my pain medications.

I thought about the negative energies that I allowed myself to experience in Guatemala and their effect upon me. The positive energies experienced at Chi-chen-itza had reenergized me. Why the marked difference? Did this have anything to do with the earthly grids and their meridians that were not compatible to my own programming? If this be so, why had spirit guided me on this adventure. Was it simply to acquaint the spirited energies within me as to their education experiencing a physical temple? These thoughts were cast aside for a couple of months while I tended to my household chores and that of my summer gardens. I had no further desire to leave this sacred place that I had created for myself. I knew that I was the guardian of the star gate aligned to this acupuncture meridian within the gridded network of the body of mother earth. It was the usual late night hour initiating the scribing insights from my own higher consciousness.

I was sitting at my word processor reflecting on the beautiful blue-green string of pearls entering Marco's body and hovering above his head. The thought immediately responded with, you were seeing him in his original state, beautiful was he not? Oh, yes, these must then be the atoms with their identity being shown to me. But what of the second strand above his head. The thought readily came that as above, so below. He was also being shown his higher selves. Wow. Made sense to me.

I then asked of self, what about the blob of garnet light that I had also been shown on more than one occasion. A very thunderous thought came. "I am not a blob! The pearls are yet to be threaded.!" Was this a revelation of the coming of higher energies to be enjoined with our physical bodies? I was left to ponder upon this creative thought for 3 and a half more years...

My writings had definitely taken upon a very intense knowing of the co- creative processes. The universal consciousness had begun the educative processes of my own re-linkage to their library. Thoughts were recorded, but not often understood. Many of these new thoughts were answers to my earlier recorded questions. I knew so little, yet was being given so much. I looked forward to these late night writings and realized that they were my only true companions for my search of enlightenment. I had faith that I would be aligned to only the pertinent information that related to my own learning experience. I seldom left my own sacred space but others would on occasion enter into it and provide me with tid bits to realign my own awareness. I gladly redirected others to the gifted knowing of acupuncture as a healing methodology. I was given insights regarding the original knowing of these spectral radiation circumnavigating within our bodies. I knew that these ancient light mappings had been given to our ancients. I was furthering these knowing with a new understanding of the messaging intent of these co-creative spectral radiation circumnavigating within our physical embodiments.

My trip to Central America had indeed given me the clues as to the messages of the pyramids. Why were there 7 steps going up on the pyramid at Teonochtitlan and the additional 5 next to those going no where. Was this not one octave of the tones resonating within one experiential dimension? Oh yes, there were 12, the quotient of the geometry's related to the universal energies aligned to each of the dimensions to be experienced by matter and its many physical embodiments.

I had inherited an old set of encyclopedias dating back to the late 1800's. It stated that musical notes were originally recorded by the color resonating from their sound. My divining rods identified these colors to their like radiation within the acupuncture meridians resonating within my own physical body. I had received these information in my earlier recording of the calendar of light but did not know of the octave that our chakra energy wheels resonated within. Oh yes, Plato knew these directives as did the ancient Asians that created the acupuncture light mappings. These were originally known as the gods of the harmonies. I was receiving a whole new expanding perspective that related to the messaging intent of reenergizing of the organisms supported by the 12 pair of acupuncture meridians. With this new thought, I became aware of a simplistic healing process of healing the physical embodiment. It worked!

My sister-in-law was experiencing extremely high blood pressure and the medications being given to her by her doctors were making her even sicker. I simply played the note of" "b on my inexpensive Casio keyboard. After 5 minutes of her body experiencing the vibrations of this resonation her blood pressure was decreased from its high of 228/11o to 120 over 80. The note of "B" resonates the ultraviolet light servicing the acupuncture meridian so named, heart-sex circulation constrictor. Indeed the pressure had been slowed or constricted to its proper resonation's within the flow of blood entering and exiting the pump of her heart. With the realignments taking place within the chakra energy wheels, the new harmonics will replace these frequencies with its own bridge. (the garnet light?)

I related these information to a young friend that had very gifted psychic abilities. He was gay as were his many friends. Two of them were H.I.V. positive. He suggested that we experiment upon them to reestablish their immune systems. My higher guides had provided a confirmation within the information that I was scribing. If indeed I had an expanded knowing of the immune system I would better understand the needs of healing the body of mother earth. Another flash of garnet colored light was presented to me. It was still a blob!

Dan brought his two friends to my home on February 5th, of 1995. I knew of the ancient light mappings of the acupuncture points. This knowing was not being utilized by the contemporary practitioners. The ancient charts had indicated a diamond pattern between the shoulder blades upon the governing meridian. I wanted him to go there, while I did the toning for his two companions. I had intuited the alternating current resonating within this 3rd dimensional harmony. Dan was a recent spirit guided remote viewer and would have no problem being directed to enter into this meridian within a designated physical embodiment. The stage was set. The 3 were here, and all of the lights in my solarium were turned off except for the black light resonating the lowering vibrations of the ultra violet light. I am guided to not provide the methodology accessing the utilization of Dan's light body upon these pages. His prior incarnations had earned him the credits to access his own akashic records where the methodology was a combined knowing merged with that of my own. We both had expectations of the knowing that were about to be revealed to us.

I suggested that we should deeply inhale the chi life-force energies of our higher creator and let their own co-creative thoughts circulate into our physical embodiments. They then were instructed to exhale through an open mouth to rid their physical embodiment of all carbons attached to the weights and measures of the atoms resonating within the meridians carrying the rivers of identifiable spectral energies within their like energy dedicated arenas of their physical temples. A remarkable journey within the immune system was now being tape recorded.

I was taking the position as director because of my knowing of the ancient acupuncture records. Dan was aligned with the temporary ensoulment known as Merk, a missionary from Venus. We had known connections since our earlier Lemurian reconnections in 14,500 b.c. (another story)

The spirited energies that had ensouled within us had electromagnetically re-ingathered us into this incarnational learning experience. Were we teachers or students repeating our own learning experience? Are we now editing and rewriting our own earthly histories?...
 
 

(to be continued with - "The Threading of the Garnet Seed Pearls")
 
 

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Lee Guilmette Chin

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