Venus

By ELLIE MAC

In this new book, Ellie Mac tells
a tale of a mans' obsession and determination to
bi-locate to Venus. After studying some ancient
documents, he finally transports across time and
space, and to his surprise he discovers he is
expected. However, he is ill-prepared for the
incredible advancment he encounters on Earths
sister planet, and feeling like a child, he has to
find new ways to think, feel, and navigate his
entire world.
This proposes a big challenge, as he is from a
fundamental religious background steeped in the
chauvanism of the mid 20th centuary. Falling in
love with a High Priestess, his views, steeped in
Earths indoctrinations on love and relationships
shatter, pushing him to change in all directions.
All he formerly believed true and real, his
culture and spiritualbeliefs, seem barbaric in
comparison.
He is then invited to stay with the Sophants, a
most advanced society, and as a result, he ques.
tions the true idenity of the Master Jesus.

• Language: English
• Publisher: ELLIE MAC
• Release date: Dec 26, 2023
• ISBN: 9798223324867

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Venus

A Prophecy for Earth

Copyright © 2023 by Ellie Mac All rights reserved. Except for brief quotations in critical articles or reviews, no part of this book may be reproduced in any manner without prior written permission from the author.

Dedication

All my writings are dedicated to my children, and my grandchildren. What path would I have trod if it wasn’t for my family. You have been my strength and fired up incredible courage in me. You  also were my greatest works of art. Thank you for being who you are, and for making me feel so loved.

There have also been people who have come into my life, whom I have not always shown generosity towards, or shown kindness. To all of you, I also dedicate this book to show you that I improved because of your example. You have been amongst my great teachers. We don’t always see or appreciate our best teachers until hindsight presents us with the vision of the gift, and now in retrospect I see more clearly.

Thank you.

Chapter one

"Do not go where the path may lead, go instead where there is no path and leave a trail. Emerson 

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For years, I had tried to use meditation and visualization as tools to assist me in transporting myself to the hallway of my best friends home. Bi-location it is called. I read about it in some old manuscripts I had been privy to, and wondered, no, felt strongly, that it was possible. After all, the Rishis in India have achieved it, so why not me?

So, after many months of dedication to the practice, I finally felt my feet on the plush carpet of her entrance hall. I was excited, so excited in fact, that in an instant I was back on my chair and utterly disappointed. All subsequent attempts failed miserably, which of course they would, for with attempts such as these, control of the mind, as well as the emotions play heavily upon any form of success.

In the years that followed, I continued to try and continued to fail. However, I am overjoyed to share my eventual success, but it came in the most unusual way. My success was to be attributed to my telescope and the obsession I had developed with a planet. That planet was Venus.

You see, the moment I viewed that mysterious planet from the powerful lens of my antiquated contraption, I felt captivated by it, a compulsive fascination overtook me, and I had the strangest feeling that someone was looking back through their telescope, viewing me. Then it happened.

My voyage to Venus was different, but I will not bore you too much with the details. I will say that the time consumed in making the journey was brief. The vehicle was my mind and thought was my fuel.

I seemed to be in my physical body, but was I? Was it some kind of counterpart, a doppelganger that is sometimes referred to in old esoteric writings? I don’t know what to say here, other than read my story and come to your own conclusions.

Venus by the way, is not literally gray/yellow. It’s the atmosphere, its ‘sky,’which is of a soft gray/orange, tinged with a slight touch of pink, that makes it appear so.

This soft misty rose envelope, interposed its soft resistance upon me to prevent my mind believing I was going to encounter anything destructive, and I settled down as gently as a dove alights. The sensation was the most ecstatic I had ever experienced, one of encountering arms of incredible love, a peace difficult to describe.

When I arrived, I discovered that a college of astronomers in an observatory, which stands on an elevation just outside the city, had positioned their great telescope toward the Earth and myself. Due to their abilities, they were able to determine the exact spot where I would arrive, as they seem to have anticipated the event.

When I could distinguish trees, flowers, green fields, streams of water, and people moving about in the streets of a beautiful city, it was as if some unsuspected chambers of my soul were flung open to let in new tides of feeling.

My coming was known to many, for these people had a sixth sense that seemed active and natural. It also seemed, they were aware of my desire to bi-locate, and strange as it may seem, they accepted me as a traveler.

Before I had time to look about me, I found myself surrounded, and unmistakably

friendly hands held out to me, in welcome. There were eight or ten of the astronomers, some young, some middle-aged, and one or two elderly men, and I later came to understand that they had an ability to do quite easily what I had taken years to achieve. All of them, including the youngest, who had not even the dawn of a beard upon his chin, and the oldest, whose hair was silky white, were strikingly handsome. Their features were extraordinarily mobile and expressive, and I never saw a more lively interest manifest on mortal countenances than appeared on theirs, yet their curiosity was tempered by a dignified courtesy.

They spoke, but of course I could not understand their words, though it was easy enough to interpret the tones of their voices, their manner, and their graceful gestures. I set them down as a people who had attained a high state of culture, good breeding and spiritual awareness.

I suddenly felt myself growing faint, for, a journey such as I had just accomplished is exhausting. Trust me, I was surprised at my physical needs and weaknesses.

Nearby stood a beautiful tree on which there was ripe fruit. Someone instantly interpreted the glance I involuntarily directed to it, and plucked a cluster of the large rich berries and gave them to me, first putting one in his own mouth to show me that it was a safe experiment. While I ate, I found the fruit exceedingly refreshing, and presently one of the younger men approached and took me gently by the arm and walked me away toward the city. The others followed us.We hadn’t gone far into the first suburb, when my companion, whom they called Adilet, turned into a beautiful park grove, in the midst of which stood a superb mansion built of dazzling white stone. His friends waved us farewells, we responding in like manner, and proceeded on down the street.

I learned afterwards that the grove was laid out with scientific precision, rather like our rendition of a labyrinth, but the design was far more intricate, and required study to follow the curves and angles. It seemed to me like an exquisite mood of nature. The trees were of rare and beautiful varieties, and the shrubbery of the choicest selection. The flowers, whose colours could not declare themselves, it being night, fulfilled their other delightful function and tinctured the balmy air with sweet odours, and the paths were threaded like white ribbons.

As we walked toward the mansion, I stopped suddenly to listen to a most musical sound, the splash of water. My companion divined my thought. We turned aside, and a few steps brought us to a marble fountain. It was in the form of a chaste and lovely female figure, from whose chiseled fingers a shower of glittering drops continually poured. Adilet took an alabaster cup from the base of the statue, filled it, and offered me a drink. The water was sparkling and intensely cold, and had the suggestion rather than the fact of sweetness.

Now, at this point, you may search the internet and discover that according to our earthly science, there is no water on Venus. I am not here to challenge anyone, suffice to say, science has been proven wanting in the past, and will continue so, until it opens the mind to other possibilities.

Delicious! I exclaimed. He understood me, for he smiled and nodded his head, a gesture which seemed to say, It gives me pleasure to know that you find it good. I could not conceive of his expressing himself in any other than the politest manner. We proceeded into the house. How shall I describe that house?

Imagine a place which responds fully to every need of the highest culture and taste, without burdening the senses with oppressive luxury, and you have it! In a word, it was an ideal house and home. Both outside and inside, white predominated, but here and there were bits of colour placed like brilliant jewels. I found that I had never understood the law of contrast, or of economy in art; I knew nothing of values, or of relationships in this wonderful realm, of which it may be truly said, Fools rush in where angels fear to tread.

I learned subsequently that all Venusians of taste are sparing of rich colours, as we are of gems, though certain classes indulge in extravagant and gaudy displays, recognizing no law but that which permits them to have and to do whatsoever they like.

I immediately discovered that two leading ideas were carried out in this house; massiveness and delicacy. There was extreme solidity in everything which had a right to be solid and stable; as the walls, and the supporting pillars, the staircases, the polished floors, and some pieces of stationary furniture, and some statues, the latter not too abundant.

Each statue, by the way, had some special reason for being where it was; either it served some practical purpose, or it helped to carry out a poetical idea, so that one was never taken aback as by an incongruity.

Some of the floors were of marble, in exquisite mosaic-work, and others were of wood richly inlaid. When we sat down in a room a servant usually brought a rug or a cushion for our feet. And when we went out under the trees they spread carpets on the grass and put pillows on the rustic seats.

Inside the house, the frescoes were like clouds penetrated by the rarest tints, colours idealized, cunningly wrought into surpassingly lovely pictures, which did not at once declare the artist's intention, but had to be studied. Much seem to lend toward the abstract, they seemed about conception rather than indoctrination of thought, and they were not only an indulgence to the eye, but a charming occupation for the thoughts. In fact, almost everything about the place appealed to the higher faculties as well as to the senses, and with all its fine artistic elaborations, there was a simplicity about it.

There comes to us, from time to time, a feeling of disenchantment toward almost everything life has to offer us. It never came to me with respect to Adilet's house. It had for me an interest and a fascination which I was never able to dissect.

Adilet took me upstairs and placed a suite of rooms at my command, and indicated to me that he supposed I needed rest, which I did sorely. But I could not lie down until I had explored my territory.

The room into which Adilet left me, closing the noiseless door behind him, was of a light and delicate colour. The walls were cream-tinted, with a deep frieze of a little darker shade, relieved by pale green and brown decorations. The wood work was done in white enamel paint. The ceiling was sprinkled with silver stars. Two or three exquisite water-colours were framed in silver, the tools and fender round the fire- place, and even the bedstead, were silver-plated.

The bed, which stood in an alcove, was curtained with silk, and had delicacies of lace as fine and subtle as Arachne's web. The table and a few of the chairs looked like our spindle-legged Chippendale things. There were two or three large rugs, plus a luxurious couch placed across one corner of the room, piled with down cushions, as well as an immense lounging chair which stood opposite.

A little investigation revealed a luxurious bath-room. I felt the need of a bath, and turned on the water and plunged in. As I finished, a clock somewhere chimed the hour of midnight.

Before lying down, I drew back the window draperies and looked out. I was amazed at the extreme splendour of the familiar constellations.

Owing to the peculiarity of the atmosphere of Venus, the night there is almost as luminous as our day. Every star stood out, not a mere twinkling eye, or little flat, silver disk, but a magnificent sphere, effulgent and supremely glorious.

I awoke with the day. I think its peculiar light had something to do with my waking. I did not suppose such light was possible out of heaven! It did not dazzle me, however; it simply filled me, and gave me a sensation of peculiar buoyancy.

I had a singular feeling when I first stepped out of bed, that the floor was not going to hold me. It was as if I should presently be lifted up, as a feather is lifted by a slight current of air skimming along on the ground. But I soon found that this was not going to happen. My feet clung securely to the polished wood and the soft wool of the rug at the bedside.

I laughed quietly to myself. In fact I was in the humour to laugh. I felt so happy. Happiness seemed to be a quality of the air, which at that hour was particularly charming in its freshness and its pinkish tones.

I had finished my morning wash and was taking up my jeans to put them on, when there was a tap at the door and Adilet appeared with some soft white garments, such as he wore, thrown over his arm. In the most

delicate manner possible, he conveyed the wish that I might put them on.

He assured me by every means in his power that I was entirely welcome to them, that it would give him untold pleasure to provide for my every want. I could not stand out against such generosity. I reached for the things, swaddling clothes I called them, and Adilet helped me to array myself. I happened to glance into the mirror, and I did not recognize myself. I had some sense of how a barbarian must feel in his first civilized suit.

At my friend's suggestion I hung my own clothing up in the closet, you may imagine with what reluctance. But I may say, right here, that I grew rapidly to my new clothes. I soon liked them. There was something very graceful in the cut and style of them. They covered and adorned the body without disguising it. They left the limbs and muscles free and encouraged graceful movement, yet so clever were they designed that they never became dislodged or unseemly.

I suspect that it requires a great deal of skill to construct a Venusian outfit, whether for male or female. They are not altogether dissimilar; the women's attire are of a little finer quality, but the men’s dress is usually more elaborately trimmed, which struck me as very peculiar. Both sexes wear white, or a soft cream. The fabric is either a sort of fine linen, or a mixture of silk and wool.

After Adilet and I came to understand each other, as comrades and friends, he laughingly compared my dress, in which I had made my first appearance, to the saddle and housings of a horse. He declared that he and his friends were not quite sure whether I was a man/woman or a beast. But he was too polite to give me the remotest hint, during our early acquaintance, that he considered my garb absurd.

When, having completed getting ready, I