Book 12. «The Transmutation Diary». Part 1

By Oris Oris

From 7.07 to 19.08.1999 a group of Star-Born Consciousnesses under the leadership of Oris, implementing specific recommendations received from Albellic during Oris’s Contacts with Him (choice of place, modes of accommodation, stay and meals, exercises, themes and methods of work in Astral, etc.), was in Crimea, on the plateau Ai-Petri, to conduct general Meditations and joint work on the Subtle Plane with Jupiterians – Intermediaries of the First Order from the Pleiadeans side.

This diary was kept by Firoxanta and thoroughly edited by Oris before publication.

About what happened to them during this period, about transmutation, about the incredible events that happened on the Ethereal Plane, you will learn from this Diary.

• Language: English
• Publisher: orisoris.com
• Release date: Jan 5, 2023
• ISBN: 9791222044064

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Oris Oris

Extraterrestrial Contacts

The Transmutation Diary. Part 1

From 7.07 to 19.08.1999, a group of Star-Born Consciousnesses under the leadership of Oris implemented specific recommendations received from Albellic during the Contacts with Him (the choice of place, modes of accommodation, staying and meals, exercises, themes and methods of work in Astral, etc.), was in Crimea, on the plateau Ai-Petri, to conduct general Meditations and joint work on the Subtle plane with Jupiterians - the Mediators of the First Order from the Pleiadians.

You will learn about what happened to them during this period, about transmutation, about the incredible events that took place on the Ethereal Plane, including the 11th, 12th and 13th of August, and about Oris’ answers to numerous questions from the Star-Born, in this Diary.

Author: Oris Oris (Tsvelev Sergey Vasilievich)

Translation sponsored by: Astiyraalls

Design and layout: Astiyraalls

The Transmutation Diary

Groups of Star-Born Consciousnesses (Oris, Anaaella, Trigordiy Navvaris, Vooul, Vella Gratillaris, Radaena and Firoxanta)

Crimea, Ai-Petri plateau, Beshtaekne spring, 07.07 – 19.08.1999.

07.07

Finally, the long-awaited day has arrived, as our Brother Albellic reported in his last two Contacts! All of us, the Star-Born who arrived in Yalta from Switzerland and Russia for the forty-four-day spiritual seminar, as Oris called this event, was in a very joyful and even somewhat solemn mood from the evening, like astronauts should be before a flight into space! We were all looking forward to this day and preparing so carefully for it, which will probably be the most important and defining moment of our lives on Earth!

In principle, we all prepare, as much as possible, for a possible transmutation of the physical body into a compacted astral shell and the following Ascension in it, which may take place between August 11 and 13, but Oris, who, as always, KNOWS much more than he says, insists that we all perceive our future stay on the Ai-Petri plateau as a spiritual seminar, nothing more. Yet we all try to ask him in various ways to find out more about it, but he always deftly gets away with it. Ay, ay, Oris!..

I think he is certainly personally aware of everything that will happen to us on the plateau, or at least of how this ‘workshop’ of ours will end, for sure. Brother Albellic has personally given him more information, but considering we’re not out of our panties yet, Oris thinks it’s too early for us to know. Well, they know best! As they say, we’ll see!

But I would come here even from the end of the world, just for the chance to hunger, as they call it, and to communicate spiritually for so long with Oris and all OURS! Already such a communication, considering those energies that come from Oris, I consider for myself as a base for a real spiritual leap, and if, besides that, something else will happen to us, as Oris promises, it would exceed all my expectations! Although, to be fair, the prospect of transmutation and Ascension would not upset me either...

Right from the start, Oris has instructed me, Firoxanta, to keep a detailed daily diary of our stay here, and Vella Gratillaris will have to supplement it and clarify it if I happen to miss something or describe it in the wrong way. Of course, it’s a demanding and serious task, but I think the two of us, Vella and, of course, Oris, will be able to handle it!

Oris also said that perhaps our Diary would be published as a separate book, and he will try not to cut anything out of it. Wow! That’s great! I’ve never been involved in writing a real book before... My God, that’s a lot to describe to make a whole book! In connection with such an important task, I have invented (jokingly, of course!) my literary pseudonym Ilf-and-Petrov... All right, all right, let him laugh – he who laughs last laughs!

So, finally, I begin to describe our first day on the plateau. From Yalta, where Oris, Anaaella and Auriestaarh reside, we left in a group of six: Oris, Firoxanta, Radaena, Vooul, Trigordiy Navvaris, Vella Gratillaris. Our Sister Anaaella stayed for another ten days in Yalta, Oris says to finalize Karma, and Brother Auriestaarh also had to stay to finish the layout and sort things out with the printer to publish Oris’ two latest books, Messages from Heaven and Mysteries of the Soul, and then send them to Oris’ website on the Internet.

The place, predetermined by Brother Albellic and shown to Oris in April this year, arrived at noon. The spring, called Beshtaekne in Tatar, is situated on the territory of a military unit and is carefully guarded by soldiers because the water from it fills the unit’s huge tanks buried in the ground. Therefore, a strong stone structure is built around it; the door is permanently locked with a huge bolt and nut. The two soldiers guarding it immediately demanded our written permission, not just to stay in the place, but even to enter it!

We all, not expecting such obstacles, were immediately discouraged, but thanks to the prompt intervention of Oris, all questions about our accommodation in the strictly guarded service territory were immediately settled, the door to the spring was uncomplainingly opened, and the bolt and the nut from it were obediently given to us for safekeeping. Strangely enough, after Oris had spoken to the soldiers, no written permission was needed from the commanders, no other important documents – nothing! That’s great!

Surprisingly easily and quickly, having solved this problem, which was quite impossible for others, we immediately proceeded to the general arrangement of our small tent camp. Nature greeted us with its new grace, untouched by civilization and not yet mutilated by man. The love and beauty of the unique place embraced us, enchanting us with whimsical and mysterious images lurking in crevices of weathered rocks, surrounding the valley as high fortress walls. The valley was made in wide and gentle channels of three rivers joining together. Once again, I am not ashamed to repeat with delight: the beauty here is indescribable!

We were all overcome by an inexplicable desire to laugh, joke and even sing, which we did, considering that as of tomorrow morning, two of us, Oris and I, Firoxanta, would have to take a vow of silence. I’d decided that for myself, and Oris, as always, didn’t seem to mind.

He does not tolerate any prohibitions, restrictions, dogmas and contrived frameworks, although he has somehow vaguely hinted to us all that HERE we will have to get to know him from a completely different angle. I wonder which side...? At any rate, I know it’s not a bad side, because OUR ORIS and evil are incompatible concepts!..!

The joy that overflowed our hearts was simply extraordinary – around us stretched a huge sea of white chamomiles, rivers of mint, dense thickets of oregano, hairy hats of blue thyme on the valley slopes, and a continuous blanket of succulent sedge! We had not even expected that. One does not need to be a psychic to determine only by this unprecedented abundance of rare wild herbs and their lush growth that the valley we have stopped in is located in special, high-energy conditions.

However, Oris also immediately, as soon as we came to the place of the proposed camp, determined it by his inner feelings: starting with certain boundaries clearly outlined on a Thin Plane, the direction and type of energy of space changed to the opposite every step – then ascending, then descending streams slid in powerful jets through our psychic centres, along the spine and it was not so easy to get used to it, especially Oris, who feels and sees everything much more and deeper than any of us.

Each location for the individual tent Oris was verified, not only by his energy sensations but also by two rotating copper frames, so that each of the group members’ sites was most aligned with the points of increased positive energy. In the camp’s very centre, a pyramid-shaped tent of Oris was set up (base – 2m 35cm, edge length – 2m 24cm, height – 1m 50cm). Powerful magnets were placed in all corners of the pyramid, and at the top, there was also a specially designed accelerator made in a spatial cross. It was that of which Albellic spoke in his last message.

Furthermore, the entire square base of the pyramid of Oris was clearly enclosed in a copper circle, and the copper cross of Nazareth, whose dimensions were also strictly observed – 5m x 5m – was widely spaced from south to north. Also, around the whole camp, a huge six-pointed Star of David was arranged especially from copper wire – the symbol of Wisdom.

We all unanimously rejoiced at each of the many amazing coincidences, immediately realizing that our Cosmic Brothers knew in advance and had taken care of absolutely everything because all the tops of the Star of David coincided exactly with the points of powerful upward energy flows and its intersection points with the cross and the circle with the downward flows. Wow, it was great to see all this!

Then Oris used copper frames to mark the spot for the campfire, which we did not light for the first time until about eight o’clock in the evening. Directly in front of us, in the clear starry sky, the brightest star shone brightly, our native and alluring star called Sirius, which we followed with fascinated glances until it slowly disappeared behind a high rock on the opposite hill.

The fire crackled merrily with its dry branches, and the thick resinous logs sparkled in the night in whole ruby placers. We drank fragrant herbal tea brewed with smoke in a large cauldron and dreamed emotionally to the great classical music about WHAT we were yet to experience here in this valley over the next 44 days.

Listening to Mozart and Vivaldi, Oris said that our planet represents a class in the Cosmic School where Consciousnesses are taught the Art of Harmony and Equilibrium. But due to the occupation of the Earth by the ego-virus (he has already written about the so-called Lucifer syndrome in his books), people have gone mad and completely forgotten what unimaginably vast opportunities for harmonizing and balancing themselves are hidden in beautiful musical sounds and harmonious colour combinations which through their energy vibrations can intensely influence the human energy-information component.

Sound and colour, says Oris, "are very closely connected with healing, and in many other realities, these two factors have long been successfully used to bring the body surroundings into a normal-active state. In earthly Cities of Light, which already exist on the Ethereal Plane, this knowledge is also actively used for healing purposes.

But unfortunately, it is not possible to apply this Knowledge here in our reality because Consciousnesses strongly hinder this with a very limited range (the so-called ‘young’ Souls). People with this limited Consciousness are now occupying the most important and key positions not only in governments political and religious movements but also in science and art. They are completely fixated on the material and cannot perceive what is above the rigid boundaries of their understanding.

After the quantum jump, all these immature energy-information fields, actively used now by the agents of Chaos, will be transferred to another, more appropriate niche or zone, and for the new, transformed people of Earth, all the knowledge will be made available, contributing to the harmonious development not only of science but also of Art, as the most important stimulus for the stable activation of the processes of spiritual creativity. In the meantime, the vast majority of people, representing evolutionarily immature fields, cannot perceive even normally the high energies of the multifaceted Truth".

After these words, we began to listen even more attentively to the sound of the magnificent pieces of music, subconsciously relating their vibrations to the response of our psychic centres. We no longer listened passively to the music, but by penetrating our senses, we noted: this is for Anahata, and this music is for Vishuddha, and I don’t want to listen to this one because it activates Muladhara...

Here, by the orange-purple glowing fire, I was somehow reminded of a poem that Oris had written in his diary during his last forty-day fast in the cave:

A fire burns and smokes in a cave...

Well, not in a cave, but a hermitage,

Which to me is like a lighted mansion,

In full view of nature.

Like the smell of a sweat from my armpit,

The tart smoke tears my eyes,

When cones are stewing in the fire

And tears drip from the logs.

And over the fire, groggy and drunken,

The scent is already wafting over the fire.

In a smoky, black jar

"The briar and herbs are simmering.

I drink my tea greedily till I burp,

I can’t drink any more...

And from the fire, the cones flicker,

Like a handful of rubies in the light.

And from the hermitage, the glare oozes

Into the silence that has fallen asleep,

And the night is tearing the faces off the rocks,

Like wormholes from the moon...

And the moon, and the fire, and the stars shining in the very close night sky – again, just as they had been three years ago... Yes, it was my deepest dream to go through all the sensations that Oris went through during his first 40-day fast in the mountains, in a cave, all by himself! But I guess that dream will never come true, nor will it be my dream to go on a wandering trip with Oris, Anaaella, Trigordiy and Vella... Ah, our dreams, our dreams! Oris will probably cross this brief lyrical digression out of his diary...

Oris suggested that we make our daily retreat no later than 10 p.m. so that the general Meditation could begin at sunrise. We all agreed and went to our tents. Thus ended, quietly and peacefully, our very first of forty-four days. I also wrapped my nose in a down sleeping bag in my tent and began to read to myself the prayer that Oris had written:

When temptation comes,

When temptation comes and beckons me to the bottom of sin,

Send me patience, O Lord, and strengthen me in the Spirit.

And in the Spirit, strengthen me!

When I lose faith in Thee

When I am weary from day today

Give me, O Lord, my fullest recompense,

I was hoping you could give me a full reprieve and not spare me!

When my eyes are obscured by pride

And when the demonic armies of the devil come...

Send me, O Lord, into the wilderness,

That I may know myself there!

If I betray the Holy Ghost,

I’ll go mad, cursing Thee.

Take away my eyes and my ears,

"I’ll be sore, O Lord, I’ll change!

When I fall asleep in spiritual laziness,

In my soul, I keep my illusions -

Thou shalt bring me to my knees,

Wake and awake me!

When I am bored in my heart’s boredom,

"Blame Thee, O Lord, for all things.

Send me holy pains

And spare me no more!

When love is gone from my soul,

When love is gone, and the fire is gone

Send me a trial of coldness,

In suffering, teach me!

If I find no answer within me

To all the questions of Genesis, -

Give me the Light of the New Covenant,

That thou and I may be together!

When the darkness shall overshadow my soul,

When my hopes are buried

Strengthen me, and I will not falter,

If in the Spirit you strengthen me!

"Let me, O Lord, be strong in all that Thou hast entrusted me.

All that thou hast gave me to do,

That here, alone with myself.

That I may not forget what I have been taught.

Let me, O Lord, walk in the path

On the path that my destiny has set before me,

And, after the fuss of this world.

To meet Thee again.

Give me, O Lord, beautiful words

That I may say them to men

And wake Thee from thine corrupted dreams

To show them Thy face of light.

May the Lord overcome

Overcome the sadness, longing and pain of the earth,

That no one may see

The soul’s longing for Thee.

Lord, let us not fail,

Pity our enemies, do not hate them,

Let us not fail, O Lord, to pity our enemies and hate them,

And see in every man he meets A brother in every man.

May God grant that Love may be borne

To everyone, I meet on the road,

So that in life, people Again and again

To think more and more of God,

Give me the strength to bear my son’s honour

With head held high,

That neither pride nor flattery

Take no power over me.

Send me, Lord, the Strength, the Knowledge,

That I may live in Love and faith,

To my last breath

I can serve Thee, O Lord!...

Lord, give me at least a moment

During life’s perishable hustle and bustle

To behold Thy face of the light

Where the wide and light...

Where are the breadth and the light that is not here,

Before which even Paradise is obscured...

To see, if only for a moment.

Thy light, O Lord!

I say, Give it to me!

So, my first day on the plateau ended with the chanting of Oris’s prayer.

08.07

As of today, Oris has taken a vow of silence. We all miss his voice, his communication, his explanations to the hundreds and thousands of questions that constantly arise for us, though, at the same time, when he is silent, he seems much softer, more accessible and closer than usual, when in his every word and gesture there is a very clear sense of the Master (this, of course, is only my personal opinion, as his Sisters – Firoxanta). By the way, with his permission, I have also decided to remain silent for the rest of our stay here and will, however, remain silent for as long as I can stand it!

Our tentative daily routine was beginning to take shape. The Meditation scheduled for five-thirty in the morning did not occur because of the participants’ physical unpreparedness – many were not used to getting up so early, and, besides, it was rather damp and cold before sunrise. So Oris gathered everyone immediately after sunrise, and we prayerfully went to collect grass to fill our pillows with it.

We were picking St. John’s wort, mint, thyme, oregano, and other fragrant herbs, of which there was a whole sea here. Oris called their names in Russian and even in Latin (how does he remember all this?), and I even wrote down two of them, especially for myself: Ceratocefala testiculate and Capsela bursa pastoris. I am not responsible for the spelling, as I wrote it down by ear, but it is a very useful herb! We will stuff pillows with them and make tea with them too! It’s a pity that Oris and I can’t even afford to drink tea, but only water!..

Incidentally, in the process of collecting medicinal herbs, Oris told us (in whistles and gestures) that many people consider flowers, trees, grass, soil, etc., to be inanimate things, objects that have no Consciousness. This is an absolute lie! Nothing is as far from Truth as the opinion of dead Matter! It is precisely this attitude of man towards Living Nature everywhere around us that has