"Do you really look like this?" I asked the bald-headed and bearded gentlemen seated to my right, for they were all quite human in appearance, showing similar faces of kindness and wisdom.

"I do," he replied without speaking, his thoughts immediately becoming mine. Then looking about, "They choose the form you see to merely represent what they are. But they do not appear as their more inherited reflections for your sake, to spare you the shock. You must not be distracted."

I realized my questions seemed a bit naive, but considering the circumstances and my questioning nature, I had to know every detail before I was popped out of the situation as quickly as I was pulled in. "They don’t seem to even notice me?"

"They appear as they do because of you. You are currently more conscious of being human, therefore, you see them as yourself. This is a truth in itself."

They all sat, simply robed, around the egg-shaped council table. The most evident feature about them was the glowing haze of bright light that surrounded their bodies. Some brighter than others, it was the leader at the point of the table who lit up the most, his features nearly beyond recognition. From his brilliant presence I could see the surrounding room, familiarly stark white and devoid of color. From what I could tell, there were no obvious visuals to discern or draw attention, catch the eye or offer to memorize for a later recollection, which at the time was in the forefront of my mind. There was a serenity in the air, a matter-of-fact disposition from every member, but myself. To me it was a special event. I was astonished at the nonchalance, emotionless and impartial attitude towards that of a total stranger being in their company. Surely, I must have stood out like a sore thumb.

"I assure you, this is nothing to take lightly, though it is the Light which has brought us together," my new found ascended friend thought to me while simultaneously reading my mind. Periodically, I could almost feel him humorously chuckle as he continued on. "They would not have agreed with your request if it was a casual affair. To be more specific, we have been waiting for it."

This was news to me. I had not remembered ever being there before, nor ever asking any one of them anything.

He picked up a layered tablet, began flipping through its hieroglyphic symbols. Then without hesitating, "Remembering, is what this is all about."

"What are you reading?" I thought back.

"I am not reading, I am feeling, opening up to. I am listening."

"What are you listening to?"

"A reminder," he expressed without looking up.

If these were such advanced beings, then why would they need to remember, how could they forget what had gone on before?

"It is not a reminder of what was, but of what is."

From what I could tell, the most predominant shape on the thick pages was what looked like a square letter C, with a connecting dot in its open end. I didn’t even have to ask.

"It stands for any living thing, which is every thing, since every thing is alive. You, me, them, it, one symbol for each and every part of Creation. The distinctions only come from the intention, the feeling or vibration put into them when they were thought of and recorded. And now, received."

From somewhere there appeared four uniformed individuals who stood behind the robed elders, followed by what was most likely the head assistant, who I came to identify as, ‘The Doctor.’ The colors and design of their dress immediately reminded me of a Star Trek episode. Another projection?

"Yes...but where do you think the idea came from?"

"You mean others have been ‘beamed up,’ as well?"

"You are certainly not the first, nor the last. Many more are now making the agreement, each in their own specific ways."

On their chest there was also a simple, unfamiliar geometric emblem. Was it of their ship? Their race? The part of the galaxy in which they were from?

"It is the symbol of the universal community, representing the unity of all species and of all life. Where polarities finally and ultimately meet within a single circle, or Source."

As the procedure progressed I seemed to know, for the most part, what was going on and why, though I have to admit I couldn’t tell if it was something I had been through before or information was being fed to me as it occurred. The Doctor held what appeared to be an oblong crystal, sparkling with the colored light of the spectrum from inside its transparent depths. On its top was a small instrument panel giving a readout by way of mechanical sensors of still more colored lights of green, red and blue. As we all sat facing each other, all focus was directed towards the technological gem as he pointed it one by one up and down the bodies of each, during which the subject of attention would fall into an even deeper state of calm.

It was soon apparent that this was an important part of the initial stage of the meeting. It was a required function, a standard procedure before the work that needed to be done. Nothing could be attempted until it was completed, and it couldn’t be completed without each and every members full and cooperative giving, including myself.

The Doctor would give a thought transmission of each subjects condition to the rest of the group as every elder focused their full and loving attention on what needed to be released and healed. It was most obvious that there were no secrets here, in definite contrast to our world where the truth is a direct threat. In fact, even the possibility of deception was non-existent for there was no way in which to keep anything to oneself. All thoughts were somehow joined without effort, as natural as the air we breath, belonging to each other as if broadcast on a loudspeaker for all to here. The initial realization of this was, to say the least, a bit disarming since my mind was not quite completely pure of thought. Yet, as every hint of my human insecurities were blasted across the universe, the others around me did not judge or even blink at the prospect of imperfection. I had never experienced such forgiving empathy and feelings of total acceptance. Peace and comfort overwhelmed my entire being. It didn’t take long for the presence of these loving beings to quiet my chattering mind, influencing even me with their sincere friendliness.

All blockage from within the circle was removed one by one. Those which had glowed the most intensely and subsequently appearing the most transparent, needed less time and effort in the clearing process. As burdens lifted, the ecstasy heightened. This was the true objective, the ultimate state to be reached, and to no surprise I was the one in need of the most extensive work, which I assume is why I was also the last in line. Everyone could now concentrate at full capacity on that single element in the group, the new visitor from down yonder.

With crystal in hand, the Doctor pointed it up and down in slow-moving fashion over my body. I closed my eyes, breathing deep into a still and silent peace. Immediately, I felt the touch of the others within my being not as an energy apart or coming at me, but as an inherent and integral part of my soul. I could sense the Doctors directed thoughts telling us of where I was disconnected and of what was its cause. With the others help, they were completely let go of and that place I had always known existed was finally fully realized. I didn’t want the ecstasy to end and kept my eyes closed in hopes that it wouldn’t. The life I had known receded further and further to a distant land, becoming nothing more than a faint memory. In this limitless void of pure joy, a new, forceful yet yielding voice entered my consciousness. It was familiar, something I had known that I couldn’t quite put my finger on.

With that suggestion I then thought it and a wonderful panorama of sparkling water appeared before me, shimmering with the bright yellow-orange reflections of what seemed to be a setting sun in front of a dark but luminescent blue backdrop. Clouds of fluorescent colors never before seen filled the sky. Stars shined and peeked out from between them and moons of equally astounding hues floated in the hushed brilliance. The air was warm and still, making no distinction from where my skin ended and where the surrounding environment began. There were sounds of muffled chimes and a low vibrating hum in what I can only describe as an indistinct harmonic melody. The voice again entered into the atmosphere.

Small, rounded islands of smooth grassy knolls periodically peered up above the glimmering water-line. High atop one of them I sat with this familiar voice, sensing a friendly glowing giant in stature, and great in wisdom. For some reason I could do nothing but look straight ahead towards the horizon and scenery, feeling the intensity beside me as I continued to listen to those gentle thoughts as if they were my very own.

He, for lack of a better description, then begins to tell me of a dream in time. He tells me of himself, and of me, and of us once being together in another dream the same as we were together at that very moment. It was a dream that I vaguely remember, just as when I was in it, I had failed to remember him in this place where we were now sitting side by side. He tells me there is a story of how this other life, this forgotten dream became the dream it is. It is a story that must be told to those within it, because there is much pain and suffering as a result of it being forgotten. He tells me I can tell it for him, if I so desire. He then tells me the story. The story goes like this...

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Driving southbound from San Francisco late one evening on Highway 101, I could still hear, if hearing it was, those enigmatic words ringing in my head. It had been nearly a week since I sat at the elders council table prior to staring out over the watery tranquillity with my ‘unseen’ friend. Though the details of the story he began to tell me were as yet clouded over in a thick blanket of fog, the dream itself was as clear as clear could be.

Lucid dreams, those of the sort that seem to stay with you throughout the following day and then some, had periodically if not often occurred in the past. I can still recall many in great detail today as the day they were dreamed. This one, however, was different. This was not simply a dream, it was an event, a hypervision, a distinct impression ingrained into the very stream of my consciousness. It was not only the details and clarity, or the importance of a definite intention involved with the whole situation. There was an energy present that although was in my mind, at the same time felt apart from me, an intervening presence that still lingered. I was preoccupied with it, to say the least.

Questions abounded. To what circle was this in reference to? Was it speaking of a literal meaning or was it symbolic? Who or what was doing the breaking and how were they breaking it? Is not breaking and connecting an oxymoron, canceling each other out? Can something be both the breaker and connector at the same point in time?

Where had this council meeting taken place and who were its members? If they did not all look like myself, then obviously, they must not have been from here. If they were not from here, then where were they from? And what did they really look like, anyway?

"Most of all, who was I sitting with when I heard those words and why couldn’t I see, or look to see his face?

Call me crazy, but driving just past the airport at the Millbrae offramp, that same energy of which I had been questioning surrounded me like a dense, yet invisible haze. There was no mistaking it. Though not necessarily hearing the words in my ears, they were nonetheless somehow being spelled out in my head, simply appearing in my consciousness. This is what they said.

"I am Tog. I have returned. It is time."