Chapter 6 Higher Frequencies Pleiadean and Sirian Conflict, the DAL Universe, an Unlikely Messiah, Atlantis and Third-Density Planets, Correct Action I had a flash that this very dolphin--the one I''ll know as Mein Host after many incarnations to come--had himself spent a number of lifetimes among the Nommo , on a watery world in the Sirian star cluster. He was showing me images of the deep interplanetary connection between this world''s sun and the stars in the Sirian system. The Nommo, it seems, believe the sun is the fourth star in their cluster, because at a little over eight-and-a-half light-years distance, the Nommo were able to travel here in their physical vehicles. There had long been a complex and troubled relationship between the Sirians and those from the far larger constellation of the more advanced worlds in the Pleiadean cluster of planets. Many of those worlds within the over two hundred and fifty inhabited planets of the Pleiadean federation were extremely advanced, although most were still dependent on some form of vehicular transport on their interplanetary journeys. However, I knew the Pleiadeans were generally believed to be well beyond the technological stage of the Sirians, who were still at an early phase in their space-faring career. My dolphin communicant seemed to want to digress for a moment to show me what he knew about the Pleiadeans. At first I thought it might simply be Sirian propaganda, since I''d already noted what a distorted view they had of the Pleiadean evacuation program on Lemuria.

I previously believed the Pleiadeans'' only intervention was when their arks had come to the rescue, but my dolphin was showing me something else. Apparently, the Pleiadeans have had a far longer association with Lemuria than was generally known. Perhaps it was more Sirian propaganda, but my dolphin was convinced it was the Pleiadean Lemurian evacuation that first breached the most basic of interplanetary protocols that dictated an absolute noninterference with less advanced worlds unless specifically required by the Multiverse Administration. The dolphin showed me that the Pleiadeans had opened a forbidden door. Not only had they appeared to have broken the general noninterference agreement, but they''d intervened on a planet that had been under a strict quarantine since the Lucifer Rebellion. And because the Pleiadeans were known to be among those races that were dedicated to serving others, a few other more expedient space-faring races took it as open season on planet Earth--so long as their activities remained unnoticed. There was some illicit gold-mining in South Africa by a race creating a gold-dust orbital screen for their world. In the jungles of the Amazon, a race from Itibi-Ra II discovered a fruit that on transporting it back to their world had become a gourmet delicacy.

Other races sneaked into the biosphere to refuel their ships by sucking up seawater; there were even a few bases constructed underwater and used as waystations by these races for their intergalactic tours. These sort of minor infractions seemed to be overlooked by MA''s local agencies because they didn''t directly make any impact on the human evolutionary process. But even I could tell it was a slippery slope. My dolphin was showing me that a small group of Sirian Nommo, regarded by the Council as a rogue faction, had taken advantage of the Atlantean ruling classes'' power-lust and greed. They started by stirring up the simmering internecine strife between the Atlantean clans, and then later, they had manipulated the conflicts to achieve the promotion of a single, all-powerful godking. This had been the situation as I found it when I had arrived recently on Atlantis and which had, by all accounts, been continuing for over a century and a half. I hadn''t been aware on my previous visits to Atlantis that the Sirians were the gray eminence behind the godking''s cruel and repressive measures. Thus it was when the island nation was crystallizing into a single monolithic police state that life for the average Atlantean was judged to be intolerable by the Seraphic Overgovernment.

Everyday life for most of them had become dominated by the terror of an immediate brutal reprisal for minor crimes and offenses so arbitrary they were constantly being changed. As a result, nobody knew what the laws were from day to day. Spies were everywhere; people, innocent and otherwise, had been disappearing overnight; any opposition was mercilessly suppressed by public execution and arbitrary reprisal killings; no one could leave the island; in fact, it had all the techniques and trappings of a modern tyrant on steroids. If I was accurately interpreting the visual gestalts, it had been at this point the Sirian High Council acquiesced to sending a few well-prepared rebel angels to incarnate within dolphin vehicles. It was a strategy they believed would outflank the intentions of the rogue Sirians; a way of extracting the noble and the innocent before the inevitable disaster. The images suddenly switched, and in those moments I caught a glimpse of a far larger picture at work. Regardless of having previously referred to this world and the other thirty-six rebellious planets as "kindergarten for upwardly mobile souls," I have to admit now that until I was permitted the following insight, these were just empty words. It wasn''t the kindergarten reference--I''d always known that third-density worlds were schools for mortals--it was the caring that I was now witnessing.

It was the essential benevolence of Multiverse Authorities I''d been missing. I saw in those moments that however corrupt and wicked a human society becomes, there will always be some innocent souls who will be led to safety. If their social environment becomes completely untenable for their required spiritual lessons, older brothers and sisters will step in. This was clearly what the Pleiadeans were doing with their massive evacuation arks. However, in lifting off so many of the Lemurians prior to the destruction of their islands, the Pleiadeans were now being accused of overplaying their hand.