2113 AD: The Future is Here!

By Agnes Toews-Andrews

Destruction at wild speed. There is powder in our eyes. There is big purification inside and around. People gather near the capital city and a new city is forming and a new government. The Great Plains have slipped far south. I see crumblings and there is movement, much movement on Turtle Island. Preserved equipment from the underground city of the Atlanteons that was held in the mountain is brought out by the Ascended Masters. They held this equipment in the mountain from Poseidonis times (Atlantis) for they knew a future was coming when it would be required again. I see peace and abundance everywhere I travel in late September, of 2113 AD. The past one hundred year old Earth changes that occurred have finalized a shift in consciousness that was needed to restore sanity, purpose of living, and a meaningful existence here on planet Earth.

• Language: English
• Publisher: BookBaby
• Release date: May 8, 2013
• ISBN: 9780968676578

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Giza, New York Island, United States of America: July 2113 AD.

As daylight fades I shiver and walk with a light step down a stone pathway focusing on every footstep I take. It is not difficult for me to do. I turn to wave goodbye to my husband, dear Akhenaton, who stands outside our serene timber home. The sand beneath my bare feet is warm and I am feeling a great deal of mirth in my heart as I walk; not to fail to mention being connected to the stars. The kamar–our ancient name for the moon –is full and the moon rising radiates light about me, vivifying the night falling, creating waves of lengthening shadows.

I am a diminutive, petite womyn, a perfect size eight with a slender waist and lengthy blonde hair that falls in curlicue waves down my curvaceous back. I wear a bodice-fitted white cotton gown that flows in surges and folds around my feet. It is worn thin from so many washings but I love it. I feel keenly intelligent and am reflecting on events as I walk. The Reiki energy, the cosmic life force energy, which I have mastered in another life time, is streaming into my crown chakra at this moment and the telluric energy oozes up through the soles of my bare feet. Thoughtfully I stroke my face and it feels soft and moist from the patchouli and sesame oil cream that my friend Lapis makes. Lapis has oils in her home that her grandmother saved before the transition; although we have farmers in our community who grow sesame plants now-a-days. Furthermore we now have potent organic sesame oil as well in the present day.

I, Chione, am many things, one of which is a neotantra priestess of sacred sexuality, having encompassed the sacred spiritual marriage principles in many life times. I am resonating strongly with that this evening. I have an otter-like joy and playfulness in my heart and teaching sacred sex excites and satisfies me to the highest degree.

Now, as I enter the sacred walkway to the Great Pyramid, I am gradually becoming orgasmic. Tall phallic stones stand to my left and round female stones to my right. I work with crystals, mostly clear quartz crystals for healing and receiving star information. I am also a fire priestess and metaphysician, able to connect to the Sun's power through the sacred fire ceremonies. Sanskrit and the Hebrew power letters can manifest through my third eye when I use fire rituals. I was initiated into the role of a fire priestess in a ceremony with Kukulkan, a Mayan Priest King, and Spirit Grandmother Moose, one of the ancient thirteen Spirit Grandmothers of Time who birthed the Earth after a great cataclysm. It was at the Permian era when the continents split. I suddenly flash back to a time just before the great recent transition began ... I hear it is 2011 ... I am sitting in a huge room that's painted yellow and blue and facing east. I am meditating at sun rising time ... all of a sudden I am in a circle with Kukulkan and Grandmother Moose ... she touches my heart and third eye chakras and then Grandmother Moose takes my hand and says that I am now fire priestess, that I have been given the tools to access sacred fire ... that I am initiated into the sacred fire ... I ponder these words ... the meaning of fire priestess when Grandmother Moose says that I now have the power of prophecy and the power to access the higher spiritual hierarchy ... when I ask why I was given this power she says because I am not afraid of the Light. When I return from my vision, I am walking steadily on toward that powerful Great Pyramid that our ancestors built, now feeling fully engaged in a potent orgasmic phenomenon. My inner thighs tingle with ecstasy as the fire coiled in my spine also shoots upward where it meets with no resistance, exploding into my third eye. It is a feeling I am familiar with.

I and several others will meet with the High Priestess of Palmyra at the Great Pyramid this night. She recently sailed up from the Isle of Philae via the Clyde River. It is time to be reinitiated as moon priestesses. As I continue to walk, sparks fly out about me from my auric field and I am connected to the stars of the Pleiades. The priestesses have taken back our temples that the priests stole so many moons ago and the Goddess and God are honoured and worshipped here once more. It is balanced and beautiful. Furthermore the land is beginning to feel our ceremonies, prayers and mediations yet again and is responding. I can feel that as I walk in and out of my body and think how wonderful it is that the Earth is again resonating as it did eons ago. We still require constant vigilance at the full moon gatherings as there are even now various resonances lingering since the time that the negative male priests stole our power here, although they all departed during the transition. Nothing or no one that had disturbing or disruptive energy has survived the final pole shift. A long line of our ancestors were Canadian before the pole shift and transition, before the last earthquake rumblings, fires and nuclear blasts, and we often long to go back home to the Canada of our ancestors. Someday soon hopefully.

I flash back to former times before the first great changes. There is much disenchantment on Earth ... confusion reigns amongst the people ... I hear it is 2008 ... there are few people who live within their means ... I see huge homes being built and young people moving into them ... most humans have not evolved beyond the first three chakras, are still living with concerns only of food, clothing, shelter, sex and status ... there are quarrels in the home ... people can barely feed their children because of the stress of these large quarters they are living in ... so much stress ... families are breaking up because of the stress ... young children have little parental guidance ... many are being raised as latch-key kids ... I see destruction at wild speed ... but women are leading with the drum ... I see a young man running into a school with his father's gun and randomly shooting, killing children ... movie theaters and sick aggressive war films are shown, disturbing movies creating disturbing energies within people and children ... it seems that the young people need fear to get a kick out of life ... movies to frighten the masses, create a rush by extremely unconscious producers ... I see complete chaos in cities as the night clubs are attacked by mentally unhinged men whose wives have left them ... city officials are corrupt and stealing from the coffers of the people ... we cannot trust our presidents and prime ministers ... lies and unruliness create an energy vibration that is black like ash and it spews forth from the government buildings in Washington DC ... distrust supports illusion and brings destruction of governments ... still women lead with their love and the drum ... I move to a different place and climate and see explosions and army tanks moving swiftly into towns ... mass murders are taking place as I see Asia down below ... children especially are targeted ... viruses are being created that are implanted into people's bodies to control them and make them infertile ... all of a sudden I see a bus driving through the desert there are several men on it and a lone young woman, she is wearing a kerchief ... suddenly she is attacked by six men who push her to the floor tearing off her clothes, two men holding her down while a third man forces his penis into her shaking body ... she struggles and is slapped in the face by another man as another man forces himself on top of the young woman who cries out in pain ... they are soon beating her and I see blood everywhere ... no one else on the bus will help her ... I see cities going up in smoke, burning, towers crumbling ... people rushing from a huge wave, water washing over a coastline ... some dark forces come to poison the waters ... between the two new worlds the true Warriors of Light have to establish themselves on separate islands.

I return from this ghastly repulsive vision and think about how our Moon Temple beside the Great Pyramid was partially destroyed too at the shift and its contents had been removed. The New Moon ceremony had been perverted and altered by negative priests to engage and hold in power extremely aggressive and male force energy that was abusive, including power over women. The aqueous and explicit remainders of our previous ceremonies, for holding the balance between male and female and the preservation of all life on Earth, had been perverted. Goddess Chaos had reigned for almost five thousand years. Time, though, has not destroyed our Great Pyramid on New York Island. I shake my head, letting go of the past memories and run my delicate healing hands that have long been channelling energy into my long blonde hair, untangling it as I continue to walk on, sparks still flying from the soles of my feet.

Summer roses perfume the air. Grandmother said that the wild pasture rose, a vine rose, made it through the transition. The rose was a hardy plant and, if my memory does not elude me, the state flower of New York at one time. Past records are mostly destroyed here but the grandparents, temple priestesses, Reiki Masters, and a number of officials had collected the few manuals and manuscripts that they were able to gather collectively before the earth excursion took place. I can of course recall events from different time frames on Earth and elsewhere and often do so. Before the poles shifted everyone relied heavily on computers holding our planetary information, and they burned out at the killshot. Computers were ruined, electricity unavailable for recharging them. Since that time electrical power has been regained and now is generated by wind here and stored in large batteries and our scientists have again made computers that can handle the new energy. My partner Akhenaton is already using one.

I fold my hands together then lithely sprint part way to the Great Pyramid, feeling how strong and taut my leg muscles are. My dancer's feet are dainty, petite and wonderfully expressive. I think about my hunky Akhenaton, my tall Apollo-like pilot husband, a golden soul, who has recently relocated what was left of the military to operations in the Appalachian Mountains. There are no trees where he is working, only bare land surfaces. Sand is used as tarmac where the airmobiles have now been installed. The military at Fort Drum had excavated into the Appalachian Mountains prior to the transition and they saved many fighter jets in a cave hanger. Aki is also apprenticing as chief pilot of the intergalactic ship that transports agents from Betelgeuse, Orion, to starship Earth. The new cigar shaped space ship moves at incredible speed and takes him back and forth to Orion and across the planet in no time. These trips are not ones that everyone can manage yet. One has to have the right combination of energies in the physical body. The converted jets he is working on will be utilized for moving surplus food supplies around the northern hemisphere. Preserved equipment from Mt Shasta's underground city of the Atlanteon's has enabled him to fuse parts of the old jets into jets utilizing implosion instead of explosion. The Ascended Masters held this equipment in the mountain from former Poseidonis times for they knew a future would be coming when it would be required again. He has been away much of the time in recent years as he was learning adaptation skills.

This night feels special and I feel out of the ordinary as I continue to walk towards the Great Pyramid, thinking about how we gathered our people of Giza together and meditated in our home that Aki's grandfather renovated shortly after the transition. He left records for us that much of the southern hemisphere vanished beneath the sea and most of the land became inhabitable when the final killshot occurred. Areas of land have sunk and others have risen. Aki's grandparents had been travelling in the United States visiting his grandfather's relatives in New York State when the transition occurred and this is where they survived the shift of the ages, an 11,000 year cycle. My grandparents had moved to New York State from Canada several years before these events. Great grandfather was a priest and great grandmother a cultured women who loved to have coffee parties to discuss the art and poetry of her time. She said that our land has adapted to new flora and fauna and our climate is semi-tropical now that this part of America slipped away far to the south.

My thoughts turn to Aki's highly evolved compass, an instrument that Ascended Master, Saint Germaine, brought out of the preserved equipment in the Royal Tetons' secret chambers. It registers our new locale as being 32-degrees north. The land is much further south now then it was before the transition.

As I continue to walk on to the Great Pyramid I suddenly stumble and am yet again transported to another time and place in the past. I am back in Poseidonis (also known as Atlantis) and see