By Zuerrnnovahh-Starr Livingstone
http://educate-yourself.org/zsl/odetorom14feb06.shtml
February 14, 2006
From A Group Meditation
Sitting in a circle someone saw a simple lock and a simple key going into the lock...in a cavern.
A large field above the cavern with stone or concrete footing pads. Triangular.
A large cylinder...glass...with two brass rings. A pipe in the same cavern went deep into the earth. There was an archway beside the glass cylinder...was the archway as stargate? ....No.
There were copper/bronze aliens in the cavern. They were fearful. They want to go home. They were under mortal threat. The cavern was unstable. It had been their refuge for a long time. Now they have to leave.
The earth sends her Bon Voyage Blessings. The guides above are ready. Permission granted! Fly!
Where are they? .....Turkey!....Eastern Turkey....near Istanbul. There are three major faultlines through the area.
About a hundred copper/bronze aliens entered the glass cylinder. Power surged up the pipe from deep within the earth. Mist arose around the cylinder. The brass rings glowed. The cylinder lifted and drifted through the archway and floated towards a horizontal shaft. The earth was providing the power for the craft. This craft had not moved for ages. It had no internal power source. It was a simple glass bottle. There are no air tanks. There is no navigation equipment. Where are you going?... Home!... Where is Home?...
Our solar plexus are tight with fear. The fear is from the aliens. We feel their fear.
The cylinder emerges from the side of a hill like an egg from a hen. The guides gather around the cylinder and it gains speed as it passes over the Black Sea. Over Russia it is travelling 10,000 kph and heading towards the pole...rising high in the atmosphere. Fear! Bolts of energy from negative alien craft hit the guide spacecraft and the cylinder too! Shields! Shields! Shields! Increase speed! Increase speed! Increase Speed!
Above the pole, beyond the Van Allen Belts the cylinder turns towards its destination. The attacking craft have relinquished the chase. Out the front window is Orion, but the course is not to Orion...it is towards the horn of Monoceros...the horn of the unicorn. The cylinder is accelerating rapidly; the star patterns slowly expand in the window.
Who are these aliens? Someone on the guide spacecraft says, "They are the Rom. They are returning to their home planet, around a star unnamed by your astronomers. The trip will take hours; they have enough air."
Looking into the cylinder there are a hundred copper/bronze aliens resting. They are no longer fearful. They are going home. Their long work on earth is over. This is their caravan trip home...to a home they have not seen in many millennia. In the cylinder are thousands of souls too. There are still gypsies on earth but in due time they will all find their way home.
The aliens could not assimilate genetically with humanity. Thus they were social outcasts. In order to live they had to move from town to town and keep to mainly themselves. There was interbreeding with other people but none of the experiments worked as hoped. The real clan heads were the aliens in disguise. The gypsy dress is a copy of the disguise.
No one knew from where the gypsies came. The Rom kept their secret.
Why were they on earth? They kept the psychic channels open when Black Nobility tried to destroy ESP in humanity. it was the fortune tellers who blocked this plan. The Rom were the living embodiment of Freedom in a feudal Europe. They were free spirits who camped among those enslaved by caste, church and guild.
At night around their campfires they fought the demons ruling the land and cleared the grids with their music, dance and singing. They were itinerant etheric warriors. That was their job. That is why they came to earth. Now they are returning home.
Eight hours later they arrive home. Four hundred light years in a craft not much more sophisticated than a caravan wagon. Somewhere behind the Rosette Nebula there is a campfire around which many copper/bronze beings dance and sing the same songs still heard in the Czech forests and the English commons. Songs of Travel. Songs of Love. Songs of Family. Songs of Freedom.
Thank You Rom for your long service to Earth.
Zuerrnnovahh-Starr Livingstone
[Editor's Note: The origins of gypsy people has always been shrouded in mystery, but the books that I've read postulate that the seeding group originated from the Hindus Valley and separated in two main migrations: One headed east and spread out into eastern Europe including Romania, Hungary, Czechoslovokia, etc, (called variously "Romani", "Romane", or "Rom") while the second group headed west and settled into Spain and southern France (called "gitanos" by the Spanish). Pure gypsy people are indeed a copper skinned race.
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