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The New Earth is a real place, though it is in a different dimension from this Earth. It is not a physical planet. It was created as a template for the New Energy. You have probably visited it in your sleep. And you can go there via Shamanic Journeying.

I woke up early one morning and decided to take a trip to the New Earth. I started out awake, but drifted into that in between zone, not awake, but not asleep. This is what happened.


I went to the New Earth this morning. Awaiting me was a small dark woman. She offered to take me on a tour. Cool!

I thought she was like a Sherpa, someone who knows the land but was simple minded. As I thought that she caught my eye, deliberately, and I saw that she was very wise and conscious. “Remember, everyone is conscious here.” I heard.

We approached some camels. I must admit, I don’t have a lot of respect for camels. I went along anyway, approaching the kneeling camel thinking “stupid beast”. Then it looked me in the eye and I saw wisdom and consciousness. “Remember, everyone here is conscious.” Wow!

I asked the camel for permission to mount and the camel dipped his head just a bit. I climbed aboard thinking how great it is that they kneel down for us (unlike a horse). I felt great appreciation for this camel and camels in general.

I certainly was bumping into my beliefs and prejudices.

We traveled through lush jungle, my guide and her camel leading the way. The trees were varied. Some were tall with large, shiny leaves in various hues of green. Smaller trees were nestled in between, some in green and others in contrasting variegation of green mixed with yellow, white or pink. The air was rich with the scent of plant life, that smell that I can only describe as “green”. I also caught the earthy smell of the fertile soil and frequent waft of sweet or spicy perfume from the tropical flowers.

We continued in silence for a while. That’s to say, we weren’t speaking, for it was hardly silent. I could hear the rhythmic whooshing of the wind dancing in the upper branches. It was just a gentle breeze down on the trail. Birds were singing and rustling about. I was surrounded by the Song of Nature. I took a deep breath and relaxed into the beauty of this place.

I asked my guide where we were going. She glanced back, with a small smile and said, “To see the Line in the Temple.” Though I wanted to ask what that meant, I knew I would get no more information. So, we continued on in silence. Every time I would try to figure out what that cryptic remark could mean, I got that I should wait and see.

We came to a place where the path began to drop. Below, in a small valley, I beheld an awesome sight. A pyramid! It appeared to be about 250 feet high, made of smooth pale stone. It seemed to be floating in an ocean of green, the tops of densely packed but low trees shifting in the breeze. And there, a path, leading up to the side of the pyramid.

The air seemed to sparkle with excitement as we approached the pyramid. The bottom of the pyramid wall appeared to continue down into the earth. I wondered how much of the pyramid was underground.

My guide stopped and motioned to a set of stairs going down next to the side of the pyramid. Oh boy! My wonderful camel once again kneeled down and I dismounted. I stroked its neck in gratitude and perhaps to delay entering the pyramid. I was excited and nervous at the same time. I glanced at my guide who smiled gently and nodded her head. Time to go…

The steps went down about 7 feet, and then turned to the right, into the pyramid. At the portal there stood an old man in a white robe. He gave me an appraising look. It felt like he looked all the way into me. It was just a moment, but it felt like forever. Would I pass muster?

Then he simply turned and led the way into the stone tunnel within the pyramid. I guess I passed! The tunnel was wide enough for only one person at a time to pass comfortably. It was dimly lit, yet I could not find the source of the light. As I wondered about that mystery I felt a touch from the man’s mind. Amused, he told me, “If we can cut these stones with the power of our minds, why could we not make them glow? The New Earth is full of magic!”

We made a few turns and then the tunnel began to descend. At the end it opened to a chamber, brighter than the tunnel. The chamber was about 30 feet wide, 25 feet deep and 20 feet high. It sizzled with energy. And then I saw him, Ahrazu (Osiris)! He was seated on a throne, on top of a stone dais. I felt a wave of love from him and for him. We smiled. With a gesture of his hand he offered me the empty throne beside him. Somehow it didn’t feel right for me to be sitting on Isis’s throne. I didn’t feel worthy.

We were communicating without words, but since I must use them here, I will write as if we were speaking.

Ahrazu was a bit sad that I didn’t feel worthy (yet?). He asked me where I would like to sit. The platform had three large steps on every side. “Could we sit on the steps?” I asked. “Of course,” he answered.

So I sat next to him on the steps, feeling so much pleasure and an odd combination of awe and familiarity. But of course, I do know him well, as my soul is an aspect or fragment of him. You could say that Ahrazu is my Oversoul. When I first started channeling him, he told me that Osiris is not really an accurate name for him, just one of many names he was called by various cultures spanning many times and places. He said the name Ahrazu most closely matches his energy.

I smiled at him, “This is so cool!”

He asked me if I wanted to see the Line of the Temple.

I wondered what could be so special about a line. He gestured with his hand and said, “Have a look.”

There stood a line of priests and priestesses, extended far into the distance. It was like there were two realities overlapping. I could see the stone wall of the chamber about 15 feet in front of me, and the opening to the tunnel through which I’d entered. And at the same time, I could see this line of people standing on a plain of grass. I knew then that these were my past incarnations and they were here to share with me their wisdom. Wow! Now I knew what was so special about the Line of the Temple. It’s my line.

“Would you like to begin?” asked Ahrazu.

“Yes” I answered, standing up.

The closest man approached me carrying a plain, square pillow with a small gold box on top. We looked at each other for another moment that felt like forever. What was I supposed to do?

“Is the box for me?” I asked.


So I took it. He stood there holding the pillow. Hmmm, what to do? Then I realized that I was making everything too serious. Grinning at the Wise Man, I took the pillow, tossed it on a step and said, “Let’s sit down. You can have the pillow.” Ahrazu stepped back and observed. Curiosity took over and I opened the box. Inside was nothing I could really see. It was super bright with invisible light. It seemed to be about the size of a coin. When I looked into it I felt that odd shift in dimensions, as if it were a wormhole or tunnel to other realities.

“What is it and what do I do with it?” I asked.

“You don’t’ need to know what it is and your mind couldn’t understand it anyway. Over time you will know what you need to know as it activates things within you. And you know what to do with it.”

And suddenly, I did know. I placed it in my heart. I felt clear, as if a layer of doubt had been removed, and peaceful and relaxed.

Ahrazu asked if I would like more now. I looked at the Line of the Temple. How exciting! All these amazing people. All the wisdom available to me. I do tend to be impatient, but somehow, with the doubt removed, it didn’t’ seem so important to do it now. I guess that the impatience I felt was the doubt telling me that it wasn’t real or that I didn’t deserve it.

I smiled at Ahrazu, “There’s plenty of time” I said, “I’ll be back.”

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