One of the most enjoyable pieces of literature I’ve read is “E.T. 101 The Cosmic Instruction Manual.” The book was published in July 1990 and I’m sure any long-awakened humans remember it.
I came across it in the last year, bought the eBook version and laughed from the beginning to end while reading it. (The book is still available here.)
Torrential downpours of information have soaked the
lightworker starseed community and a great deal of it is complete malarkey, as far as I’m concerned. There’s only so much we can take before we start to cull the offerings.
Well, “E.T. 101” is a worthwhile expenditure of your time. It’s short, it’s funny and it’s like hitting a bulls-eye with a dart in its depiction of this wacky experiment we’re living in.
At the end of the book is an invitation, which is one of the most heartfelt bunch of words I’ve ever read about the loneliness and pain of being a
lightworker starseed and what we can expect after all this is over.
“We know that this mission is not easy. We also know that many tears have been shed in the awesome process of its spiritual unfoldment. Be consoled in knowing that all tears are soon to be wiped from your eyes and all your pain dismissed and forgotten. The glory and joy of what is about to transpire will render all you have endured a minor expense, a price you would be more than willing to pay again.”
“You are all cordially invited to attend the birthday celebration that marks this mission’s successful end. This celebration will put all the combined feasts of every earthly head of state to shame. Such feasts will seem pathetic gestures compared to the party that Spirit is about to throw in your name. The revelation of the nature of your presence on this plane will soon be announced. You will be known as the honored guests of the Spirit you came to serve, a disclosure that will lend an entirely new meaning to the saying ‘a star-studded cast.'”
(I have seen this party in a vision during meditation. Imagine a table hundreds of miles long with thousands of people sitting in chairs next to each other and as you look left and right, the table, which is adorned with all kinds of fine stuff, stretches to each horizon. Everyone sitting at the table, by the way, is laughing and grinning and having a hell of a good time.)
“The dress code is simple but mandatory. You must come clothed in your full presence, dressed in the spiritual light of the Lords that you are. Clothe yourselves in the finery that befits Spirit’s messengers to this plane. Come out of your hiding and come fully attired as the distinguished members of Spirit’s divine delivery system of the stars. Come, in short, as you truly are.”
(In my vision, everyone is wearing black gowns like you see at a graduation ceremony.)
“We bless you all for your courage and your commitment and we honor you for your accomplishments on this plane. Take heart in the knowledge that your task is almost over. This carbon-based planet will shortly burst into a diamond, a gem in the crown of this solar system’s skies. The celebration will then begin.”
“This is Mission Control – Over and out.”