Journey Through the Sol: A Rite of Passage to Spiritual Awakening

By Alisha R. Kaiser

JOURNEY THROUGH THE SOL is a remarkable and telling story of one woman’s journey from her early years as a child, to training as a white sorcerer’s apprentice, to working with the Ascended Masters and finally being initiated by the Solar Trinity. These adventures lead her down a magical path of personal discovery through trials, initiations, dreams and visions to reveal her true nature and relationship with the Universe, God and her soul’s purpose and mission in life. Her insights into this realm are priceless for those seeking to remember and understand the blueprint of their own soul’s journey through the stars.

Journey Through the Sol provides a blueprint for exploring your Life, Dreams and Soul Mission, with beautiful messages from Divine Mother, the Ascended Masters and the Andromeda Collective.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Xlibris US
• Release date: Nov 29, 2010
• ISBN: 9781456819477

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PART I

The Desert Initiations[1]

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Journey to Earth

Many millennia ago the Galactic Council of Light sent forth a clarion call to action from Eternal Spirit to twelve star systems within the Andromeda and Milky Way Galaxies. Those who answered the call would act as emissaries of light to anchor in a new reality known as the Golden Age of light and love.

The merging of the two galaxies would influence the raising of Mother Earth into a fifth dimensional star through a birthing process that would raise the consciousness of the planet and the tribes of the Earth simultaneously.

As children of the Great Central Sun, the emissaries of light were given the task to awaken their consciousness and bring back to memory their Eternal Selves. They were seeded with the task to help awaken the souls of other Light Beings who had also answered the call. Thus, the star seeds were encoded with many vibrations within the soul’s language of light that would assist them in remembering their mission on Earth.

Having agreed to participate in this grand event of awakening, I was given the Divine name of Eya when I entered this solar system. This is the name I am known by in the heaven worlds. Although I have lived countless lives in preparation for this great birthing of Mother Gaia and her children, I will begin my story with my present life. This is the life where I lift the veils of sleep and awaken to my Divine Self, recalling to memory the multi-dimensional lives I have lived in preparation for this time.

The everyday details of my life will not be shared here—only the significant moments and events that shaped and formed my consciousness while growing into adulthood and the life events that awakened me from my eternal slumber.

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I was born at 8:02 a.m., on the 30th day of November, 1953, in the great City of the Angels. I was the second child born to a young interracial couple just getting started in life. Astrologically speaking, I was born in the sun sign of Sagittarius, Rising Sign in Sagittarius with Moon in Libra.

My father was of Mexican descent whereas my mother was mainly of German ancestry. My father was raised with an iron hand and modeled this behavior in the marriage. My mother, on the other hand, had the cold reserve of the German influence. Fire and ice created a lot of steam and thus the marriage was very tumultuous.

First Memories

My first memories as a child were of the dreams and visions which both fascinated and frightened me as they perfectly mirrored the dual reality of my existence:

The first dream I remember is crying in the crib. My mother entered the room yelling at me. As I continued to cry, she approached me in anger to silence me.

I remember being very frightened but incapable of escaping. All I could do was shrink back, letting the room consume me in a yellow haze.

As I became smaller and smaller, her words turned into a huge buzzing sound that eventually enveloped my total awareness as I receded into another world.

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My second memory was a dream of an immense jungle which lay in total darkness before me. The only light I could see were the outlines of the forest trees from which hundreds of glowing eyes pierced through the night’s blackness.

Although I was terrified of this dream, I was also deeply drawn to it and repeatedly visited it in the night.

At a very young age, I remember seeing my heart chakra.[2] I didn’t know what it was at the time and thought it was a nipple. I showed my parents, but they couldn’t see it. I kept insisting it was there. Without someone to support this reality, the vision receded and I conceded that they must be right. With no one to support the reality of my dreams and visions, they soon became dormant, with rare appearances in times of crisis.

Life was miserable for me. My only consolation came from my beloved Teddy. Teddy was a scruffy looking gray bear that contained a musical box which played Rock-a-Bye-Baby.

I loved Teddy very much. When I played his music box, I would see myself up in the tree tops with the monkeys watching over me. They would swing me to and fro in my bassinet, as I watched the rays of sunshine dance between leafy silhouettes.

One day I couldn’t find Teddy. I went to mommy and asked her if she knew where Teddy was. She said she had thrown him away because he was all dirty and ugly. I couldn’t believe my ears and immediately started crying. Through my tears I shouted, "He’s mine, you can’t throw him away!" and defiantly stomped off to retrieve him from the trash.

She smugly responded: "I threw him out yesterday and the trash man has already taken him away." I was stunned that she would do such a horrible thing to my beloved Teddy and stormed off into my room in disbelief. I was so crushed, I cried myself to sleep with fond memories of me and Teddy swinging in the tree tops. I discovered that day that my mother was not to be trusted.

The next love of my life was a cute little red tabby which I called Kitty. Kitty was so cute and I loved him dearly. We were great friends. At night he would sneak up under the covers and tickle my toes. Regrettably, little Kitty loved to sunbathe in the street despite my warnings.

One day mommy asked me to get Kitty from the street. I was playing and had to be reminded a second time. I saw the car coming as I walked out the door. I yelled at the lady to stop, but she couldn’t hear me. After the car passed over Kitty, I saw his limp little body lying on the asphalt.

The rumbling car must have awakened him from his slumber because he tried to run for safety. That was his second big mistake—for if he had not panicked, that car would have rolled right over him without a scratch.

When mommy retrieved him from the street, I saw that his little teeth were all broken. My older sister Malena and I cried our eyes out when we were told that he was dead. I didn’t really understand what death was, so when mommy wasn’t looking, we sneaked up to the box she had placed his crushed little body and touched him.

To my amazement, he was cold and stiff as a board. It was very spooky to feel his body, once so full of life, now frozen and stiff. I learned that day what death meant and how final were the consequences of unheeded warnings.

Memorable Experiences

My first memorable experience was a thunderstorm. I remember my grandparents were babysitting Malena and me. After my father came home, the storm took off with such great ferocity that I hid in the closet. I was convinced that the end of the world was near.

When my mother finally arrived home, I could hear her asking for me. I ran out from the closet, feeling a small sense of comfort with her appearance. I asked her if the world was coming to an end. She laughed at my concern and said it was just a thunderstorm and that it would soon pass. I wanted to believe her, but was convinced the world was ending until the storm finally subsided. At the time, I did not realize that I had awakened a memory from another time.

Moving along to my next summer, I remember walking home one evening with the babysitter and Malena. I loved to run and skip and so I distanced myself from them while Malena wildly chatted about something.

All of a sudden, there was a huge boom. When I looked over, I saw that a red pickup truck had hit the tree immediately to my left. The truck had been parked on a very steep driveway. I later learned that the parking brake had given way.

If it had not been for the sacrificial act of that great benevolent tree, I would no longer be on this Earth plane, as I am sure the truck would have instantly killed me.

I was inwardly aghast by the prospect of death looming so close to my being and of my fortuitous escape. This cataclysmic event stirred something deep inside me that I couldn’t quite understand. Later in life, I discovered that the tree represents archetypal knowledge and that one day it would save me from certain death.

The Petty Tyrant

I remember my father being very loving when I was younger. When giving us attention began to be perceived as a competition with my mother, my father withdrew his love. I very much loved my father and greatly desired his approval. I tried to be the son I thought he wanted by working in the yard with him. Yet, he barely knew I was there, lost in his own world.

As my father became more unhappy in his marriage, his anger became tyrannical where he ruled his house through fear and physical abuse. When spankings began to hurt his hands, he switched to belts and shoes to whip Malena and me. Somehow I managed to receive the brunt of his anger as I could never do anything right.

One day Malena and I were sitting on our neighbor’s lawn when my father came home. He was furious that we were sitting on the lawn, proclaiming that we were disrespecting their property.

He got his shoe and proceeded to beat us across our bottoms and backs until we couldn’t breathe from the intensity of the pain. We gasped for air through our tears and the shock of being treated so brutally. My back and solar plexus hurt for hours after the beating. We were sent to bed that night without supper, sobbing ourselves to sleep.

When my mother tried to intervene on Malena’s and my behalf, my father would often abuse her, sometimes leaving her with black and blue bruises across her arms and legs.

My early years went by in slow, torturous misery with the fear that my father would one day kill my mother or even me. My only consolation was my daily escape into daydreams and my deep love for animals and nature.

Not understanding the pain and suffering I endured from my father’s irrational fits of anger, I began to internalize the abusive behavior as something being wrong with me. This fed into my Catholic upbringing which portrayed God as a punishing Father and his children born into sin. This was to later set the tone for my relationship with my Heavenly Father.

Unexplainable Experiences

One day while walking to the local market with Malena and our mutual friend, Tracey, Malena whispered something to Tracey. I wanted to know what they were whispering but they wouldn’t tell and started taunting me. I belligerently said, "Well, don’t tell me! I know what you’re secret is anyway."

Of course, I was bluffing, but they had gotten me so mad, I pretended that I knew what they had said. They both chimed in at once, "No you don’t!" but I emphatically proclaimed that I did.

They insisted if I knew that I should tell them. When I wouldn’t tell them, they surmised that it was because I didn’t really know. My bluff being called, I boldly pronounced, "There’s no Santa Claus!"

To my utter surprise, both of their mouths dropped in unison as, apparently, I had answered correctly. I was more astonished than they were, as I had no idea what they were talking about, or so I thought.

They insisted on knowing how I knew. I marched off quite uppity and told them I wasn’t going to tell them. I pondered for years how I was able to know their thoughts, as I had answered with such authority, although my rational little mind didn’t have a clue.

I started kindergarten soon thereafter. My best friend’s name was Esther. She was a chubby Mexican girl, with long black hair. She was very sensitive, like me, and we instantly bonded. The other girls were mean and competitive like Malena, so it was a relief to have a good friend.

One day Debbie, the most popular girl in the class, engaged me in a conversation. When my friend Esther came over to join us, Debbie started taunting her and to my utter disbelief, so did I. It was if something had taken hold of me and I couldn’t stop myself.

Esther ran away with a pained look of hurt in her eyes. I instantly felt terrible and wondered what had come over me. I felt sure Esther would never speak to me again. I was so ashamed; I could not bring myself to apologize.

The school year ended shortly thereafter and I never saw Esther again. I learned that day that apologies can’t wait, because you never know what the next day may bring.

The Last Straw

Some of my fondest memories were of family gatherings at my Aunt Sophie and Uncle Jack’s. They had six kids and were one of the main reasons we moved to the valley. We got together with them almost every weekend. While our parents sat and drank beer, my uncle sang Mariachi songs to everyone’s delight. The older kids were put in charge of the younger ones and we had a great time. It was the first time I was treated with respect and left alone to my own devices.

One of my favorite experiences with Aunt Sophie and Uncle Jack were our summer vacations at Yosemite National Park. We would camp out in a big tent for a week. After a big breakfast of bacon and eggs, all the kids would go down to the river under the supervision of the older cousins and raft down the Merced River.

Wearing tennis shoes to protect our feet, we would immerse our feet into the ice cold river until our legs were numb. Then we’d jump onto our fifty cent air rafts and go down the rapids of the Merced River. It was such an exhilarating experience, but over within a matter of minutes. We’d then walk a half mile back to where we began and start all over again. I am amazed none of us were killed. (They subsequently banned this practice on the river because so many others did lose their lives.)

One year I experienced an allergic reaction to mosquito bites on both of my legs. I had always wanted bigger legs and finally had them as I was swollen from ankle to hips on both legs. I could barely walk from the pain