Book 2 Chapter 5. Soul Works
Martha held the door and we stepped into the brightness of a big room, 2X longer than wide. Turn of the door handle stopped with a heavy clank, sounding secure if ever it needed to be. Doors mean we have security concerns where we work in hyperspace, because nothing we have there is extraneous or unnecessary.
Why, and secure from what? There are risks in places this ship goes with competing and undesirable entities loose in the hyperspace. Also, this ship can go anywhere in or between districts, including completely into Earth’s physical realm. And it’s easy to see that people here, might become a problem. But in general the issue of security remained a mystery to me the decade as I wrote. Now, I’m able to say more.
Immediately Paul came cordially greeting us. Most of them wear bright green uniforms, like katydid color… a grasshopper green. I saw his narrow gold stripe running vertically over the right shoulder and going down the back. He began introducing his crew. Mark was nearest and to my left. He has dark hair and eyes and wears an all-black uniform. He was intently working at a rounded rectangular all blue-grass green tank. He looked up cheerfully and with a big smile he warmly greeted me. We shook hands
I paused repeating his name because it’s short, wanting to be sure I got it. Seeing this, Paul repeated his name. Then Mark nodded and repeated it. Paul motioned me to a man thirty yards away standing in the back of the array of waist-high tanks. He’s Luke and he appears quite like Mark, same coloring and same undecorated black uniform. I waved to regard him and he waved back with smile and a nod as to a brother. They work with the tanks and the ‘tanks’ are amazingly important.
With a right-handed gesture Paul looked to a cheerful young lady working at a desk just beyond him. She’s Samantha, his aide and next in-charge. Samantha smiled brightly, enthusiastically reaching for my hand. And tightly holding it, we shook hands. I repeated her name and seeing that, she repeated it. Samantha is a blue-eyed blonde, lots of long brightly beautiful hair and a very pleasant face. Like Paul, she’s uniformed completely in green, no other distinction.
The protocol has people being presented in the order of seniority. Mark and Luke are senior to Samantha, yet she’s second in-charge at Life Casting. And as such she’s uniformed as Paul is. The men in black are Life Arbiters, deciding the lives of all unfinished souls on Earth. Mark and Luke are doing the most special work on-board.
Beyond Samantha, I was introduced to two men dressed as she was. Paul gestured upstairs to an L-shaped balcony ending at a room on the right. Seven metal steps lead up to a hallway. A solid wall is on the right. On the left is a half-wall with a glass-like partition on top to the ceiling. It overlooks the bay of tanks. I went up to the first man. He’s Gregory, blue eyes, and thick curly honey-blond hair. He’s working with a low cylindrical machine on the floor. I interrupted and he smiled, shaking my hand. I repeated his name, then introduced myself.
Pressing on through a passageway to the back, I met Samuel. He was standing around the corner operating a machine and I was interested. We smiled and introduced ourselves, shaking hands. Martha and Paul had stayed at the lower level near the front.
Samuel is blond with the brightest blue eyes, exceptionally blue. I studied him and he noticed, feeling unsure about that and it distracted him. Samuel is tall like me and slender. I noticed he had a few surface moles on his neck. I’m realizing now, they’re not blemishes or defects, but marks of character in heaven. And we are all characters!
Samuel told me about the machine, giving me a demo. It’s amazing! The device selects a soul and its target, an earth-body appropriately, and guides that soul into its next physical body and a new life. He was preparing a man being sent into a new Earth context. The machine is at least 7-feet tall, rack-mounted equipment of four 2x2-foot levels. On every level, rectangular units populate the open racks. A few have small pipes connecting them together. Tubes looked about like a set-up of wave guides for microwaves. It was plumbing, not of cables. There were metal tubes with an outside diameter of ¼-inch, about a ½-cm.
Next, he bent over doing something. I saw him toggling a valve or switch at 2nd level in the rack. This caused the next one in the system to be loaded, coming from one of the tanks. It moved into the dispatch chamber to ready state. The chamber is at eye-level. I saw a coupling, containing a small flat viewing glass. A transparent tube ran under it. At the end of the tube is a gate, acting like a valve.
The next guy was halted there in the window for our viewing. Samuel paused allowing me to see a small sea-green fluid-like quantity was contained in the transparent tube. Samuel said There he is! You can see him in there. We both looked and he did something. It caused the soul to be vented, released away coming into his next life.
He’s guided and it’s Galicia technology at work. We use technology doing God’s will for you. The Administrators have all the technical means, controlling events from sub-heaven in near proximity to Earth. It seems they’re like ‘space aliens’, but they are God’s people at work with you.
That’s all there is to it, operationally. We select a soul from the holding tank, doing some appropriate life matching, and we dispatch it into a new body and life. A proper life match was made from a list of eligible options for casting each of you into your life-plan. To me the technical implications are staggering to contemplate, because an appropriate life was selected for you, body-type, life-type, nationality, and all your potential life means.
Before the early 1960’s your life-type was selected by either Mark or Luke. They use a list of eligible life options, which you’ve established for yourself. After the 1960’s Mark and Luke were both here on Earth, bodily with us. It means others were called in, handling their special work and continuing the mission in service directly to Chancellor Moses.
You were eligible for the life class you’re now living, from a choice made from a list of life types. Life Arbiters choose from your personal matrix, from the more or less equivalent life eligibilities. Your life context and circumstances steers your growth… if you’re living it in The Lord’s ways. Otherwise in these times, it steers to your destruction, strictly depending on you, your heart and daily choices.
Either you sink yourself or you rise above this world. You have steered through the whole patchwork pattern from who you are and your previous life choices. All your successes and failures in those lives, have steered you into who you are now, in your present life scenario. Look at yourself more closely, very closely. You’re now completing your final life in undergraduate development. Your behavior in life, now, reflects all your previous life choices and their outcomes. And it’s why you’re still here. Assess yourself carefully, using the meter of this new information, the better for understanding what’s really going on with you.
Paul's department was filled with equipment, looking like a combination machine shop and a plating factory. There’s piping and large rectangular tanks laid out in rows. I saw four sets of two green-colored tanks, standing toward the back in that large room. This space is a tenth of the whole ship.
Mark said Those tanks hold unfinished souls. I was astonished and said Unfinished souls? Paul said Yes, and repeated it, nodding affirmatively. They were smiling broadly, all of them, to tell me this fact… nodding Yes. Paul's department does all your life casting.
Paul said Yes that’s where they’re kept and we all laughed. It’s where you were stored before your selection and life casting. Not very noble to my mind, and it does put an edge on your status, here, as an unfinished soul.
I was thinking his department is about like a sausage factory from its atmosphere in there. From this I see that an individual life's walk is a mere building block of the soul, until having lived straight enough to become fully developed. This process goes on from beginning to end, every cycle, until you’re eligible to graduate or you run out the clock by your otherwise poor choices.
So, what can you see about the so-called free roaming spirits? There’s none of your kind. Ghosts roaming the earth, represent a grave risk to you. Spirits or ghosts accessible to us by conjure or mental arts, who somehow come spontaneously, are all a threat to you. Don’t accept any of it at face value, run! Go the other way, because everyone who departs from here went back until April 1997. Thereafter, they’re completely and timelessly suspended, done with their lives and are awaiting The Lord.
There simply are no in-between free-roaming or lost unfinished spirits, here, of our kind. But having said that let me qualify it with this. Samantha attested to me that her brother appeared to her just after his demise, giving assurance that he was all right. It shows me that a certain few people are, indeed, lingering with a message after their passing. They are Elders and their work is beneficial with us. Any of the others are demonic, also Elders. Be guarded! Don’t give them an opening… Invoke Jesus first!
Be warned! There truly are powerful entities of the dark side loose in this world. It’s their gig, what they do and their only reward. If you let them they can and will deceive and confuse you, or worse. If you call them, they will come to stay. Cut a deal, and they’ll share their power with you until you’re tied, tagged, and bagged… your choice.
Only real people are your friends. Like, who? People, those I’ve carefully described in so many experiences of my own. Even so, beware! Some unfriendly entities may present themselves as people as told in chapter of my rescue. How to see which one? The right kind of friend will not lead you the wrong way, that is, away from Lord Jesus. Also there may be other hints. Visible things about them like physical defects and limitations won’t seem right.
I’ve seen one most unusual exception and he’s also almost a person, the figure of a man but of a light-image, only. All but his hands were seen and they’re invisibly covered, not being light-visible. When I saw him, he was bending toward our bed but straightened up facing me when he saw me looking. In the moment he faded, stepping back through an invisible vertical plane. It swept over him fading him out back-to-front as it passed, leaving him on the other side, no longer visible.
Well, we of God’s family don’t appear to each other this way. We appear fully in God’s image like people. It took me two more years to dump the idea that he was an angel, one of us, when I found him exactly described in The Bible. I was stunned to learn he was none other than Satan, himself. More is offered ahead in reading Samantha.
The clear message is, except for visible people and obviously people, be very wary of any other type of ‘spirit’ manifestation. Avoid contact with anything wispy, fuzzy, or ghostly and nothing to do with a deceased person. None of these are of God. They don’t represent any of God’s spirit-people. Leave it immediately. Don’t be drawn in by any such manifestations.
With this more clearly explained, let’s return to Samuel in the Soul Works. I was quite impressed to view this process with Samuel. It’s one more demo among the many others I’m given. Recalling this whole memory now, it’s extremely interesting to be re-seeing in-mind. It’s how life casting is done, using technology over and over again for everybody, that you may become a 'finished' soul by the appointed time… Now.
In Paul’s department all of them look like young grad students, too young for such awesome responsibilities anywhere but there. Think about it, I certainly had to. It’s revealing, knowing that heaven in Galicia District command has done all these great things with you over the millennia according to God's will. I include myself and others here. We’re each walking God’s plan for us, whatever it takes, and hard as we make it. This is what’s really happening.
They can uniquely identify you. Then, not only can they target your soul into a specific new body, they know what type of life they’re casting you to in that body. They know in advance, its potentials for growth in your life. Win or lose, achieve or squander!
When temporal death separates you from your earthly body, others higher do a postmortem with you of your life’s walk. Someone at HC knows and assesses your achievements and failures, and what you’ve actually done in life. It’s the same game here, playing out your conscience versus will in your life's walk, be it grand or humble.
No one at Galicia District works hard at any of it, doing their job perfectly. They’re God’s appointed Administrators. All the needed apparatus is in place for them. It’s a huge simplification to say, all they need to do is turn the crank for so many thousand years and out comes the yield of newly finished souls. That really would be too much like a sausage factory, describing a process more wonderful than I can say. Besides, we’re all different, even if our general life contexts were similar, one life to the other. From this description you can see what’s been going on.
Example: If you’re a mass murderer in your last life, a testament to the quality of your heart, you’ll not be cast as bishop over a charity hospital. It’s simply not on the list of options available to you, next, for one whose spirit has recently acted so contrary to God's Law.
God has appropriate opportunities for such a person being recast. He shall again do the rest according to quality of his heart. It means who you’ve become when the Endtime comes, has been entirely up to you. The list of ‘life options’, resulting in your present life-casting has come from the Grace Arbiters, and Ezra’s department at HC.
As with any implication, its antecedent isn’t assured, meaning if you find yourself cast to a difficult life now, it doesn’t necessarily mean you’ve gone so wrong before. There’s a spectrum of ways and paths into life, all steered by your prior results in life. It’s all weighed deciding your present life. What’s your heart say about it? Hard, easy, or something in-between, means this: God intends you to act in your own behalf doing something important within your present life's walk. These special times mean you have a personal responsibility for yourself. There’s something big you need to do in life.
Development of your soul is all about growth and rising. We grow stronger from difficult circumstances. Success doing the difficult weighs more than success doing a cakewalk, unless you turn an idle life into one of love, caring, and selflessness. These concepts aren’t obscure, they’re the values of a Jesus-like person.
If you have tough problems in life, then you simply have bigger opportunities to grow, becoming greater in God's sight than before. See your situation for what it is. This point of view is a tough sell to anyone in pain. No one wants to deal with it, but it’s the truth. People have hardship to overcome, given within plan. Some have it of their own making from departing their intended plan. Willfulness does it so it’s not too hard to know which path you’ve taken.
Everyone needs to search their heart for the right course. Stay with it, we’re almost done. Remember, there are unseen people around you, watching and listening. They’ll help you if you act to help yourself. Don’t look over to the next guy, thinking Look at all he has compared to me... I deserve better. No, it’s as I’ve said. In God's sight, you were matched to the life you’ve received. But you can succeed with it.
I’m warning everyone, here, living higher than most others today. Guard yourself! Try to live an enlightened life being fair, and try to be good. What you have is God given, too. Make the most of it as your heart dictates, seeking to be guided. It’s my privilege to tell you, truly, it’s no accident that people are cast to the precise life that they have now. It’s all to God's purpose for you, wealth included, unless you went bad to get it. It is your signal, think on it. Are you able to do God’s work with your resources? And if so, will you?
For the lot assigned to each man moves along with him and carries him along with it. He remembers also that every rational being is his kinsman, and that to care for all men is natural to man; and that a man should not care for the opinion of everybody but those only who live according to (God’s) nature. - Marcus Aurelius, Meditations.
As for other worlds of development, all the souls of a cycle stay in it, returning only to the world of their cycle of development, no changes, all the way to completion. But we know there are exceptions in life, we’ve all seen some. So at first I thought maybe there are some exchanges. Paul’s people may have means to intersperse lives from this cycle into another cycle in other places.
It might conceivably be desirable for some souls, giving them exposure to what’s going on elsewhere. After all, there are imports and exports of our people between districts from knowing Judith’s charter. But as I would discover, none of you are being exchanged between worlds. This will be shown better farther ahead. The answer is, only the appointed admin people are being moved between districts. God’s management personally send us into a life-mission here, steering a desired outcome in your development.
Galicia District is ten thousand galaxies in scope, yet there are four pairs of tanks. Why four and not just one? It separates unfinished souls into four strata within sexes for casting. It’s a clue that people are not equal, doing their life walks. Notice, there’s an even number of tanks to keep sexes separated for casting.
The whole district crew was aboard this one ship, doing their work. It tells me it’s their main one. The ship was very big, though not great in size. Something about their ‘timeline’ is implied, too. It’s extremely fast relative to us, here.
From one big ship they’re controlling all that’s ongoing in the district. There’s only one Great Cycle at a time, a fine point of your importance to God. Even if there’s other ships, we are the only few administrators. There’s no need for another ship than this one. Also, I made an estimate of the volume of these eight tanks, combined. It’s 250-million souls. It means there are souls stored mainly elsewhere in greater numbers.
This local capacity is for dispatching a flow of new lives in an ongoing dynamic process. These tanks are not for general holding-storage. All souls waiting for recasting are suspended in time. They’re inert to our ‘timeline’, there. The holding tank was where you went, every time you departed at the death of your physical body.
You arrived to the tank only after processing, being evaluated and measured, preparing you for a new life. Tanks are being emptied now until the End, when the last baby is born here. No one who’s dying now is being returned to a tank.
When you’re done with your walk in these times, it’s over. You’ll stay here ‘sleeping’, suspended in time of the world, awaiting Jesus’ return to Earth. No suicides are now being returned to life. They’ve made their final result and are awaiting their Judgment. Warning, see your life through without willfully risking it.
Human bodies are very much the same from place to place at this level of being. There are differences in people between districts. Galicians have ears. Whiting people have none, but they have six fingers and toes. Small variations are within bounds. Each body is a host for the same kind of spirit. Individually from person to person, we’re all different, depending on who we’ve already grown to be.
The ship I toured was big and it’s compartmentalized. I reckon it is circular, a thousand feet across. And it’s filled with technology. Also, there were office spaces and consoles. Martha gave me a personal walk-through of some of it, life casting and the ship's transporter – engine room, if you prefer. I was also shown the work of Admin.
Martha and I left Life Casting and went to an empty office section where I was offered something to do. It’s an admin area, wood paneling and wood desks of reddish rich-grained wood. She left me there alone at a desk. The area was big enough for a half-dozen desks, bordered by chest-high partitions topped by two-foot glass. I sat at a desk in a big black exec-style chair and was looking around the place.
A man seen from the back was in the corridor walking by. His uniform was something like mine but reverse of Martha’s. I saw a blue jumper with black atop the shoulders, no sash, no distinction, and black below the waist. It took me a year to re-see that his jumper wasn’t the same as hers.
In a moment Martha returned, paper in hand. She said We thought you might like to assign some people's lives to them. What a surprise! It’s an honor, I’m thinking. Little did I know! I agreed and took the list from her. The whole deal was a set-up bringing you my own experience, as calculated and as intended. Everything they’ve given me has been scripted for me to get all these details and give them to you, like a news desk reporter.
I shuffled through the papers looking over the list. It seemed like rather little for me to do. I see I’m used to more action at what I do. The full scope of what I do was blanked. This was important work but it seemed like so much paper shuffling. I wasn’t too moved at the prospect until curiosity prevailed. So I focused on it. Realizing this now, I don’t see how I’d possibly be bored with the job.
Yes, it’s an honor to be actually assigning people their next lives, matching a name with a life-type. The full experience is a separate chapter by its importance. It’s a key to so many things I’m given for you to know. So I worked at assigning symbols to names on the list, doing fewer than a dozen names. It didn’t matter, I’d done key assignments as intended, I see that now.
Soon another young lady came saying I’m invited to a conference at the Center. She said We all are. I got up immediately and introduced myself. She smiled, saying I am Rebekah. And Darius repeated it, as always being under the influence of CRS (Can’t Remember Stuff) somehow.
Rebekah is blonde with blue eyes and of the same stature as Martha. Interestingly, Rebekah looks very much like the young lady who brought me in of the Warning chapter. She’s dressed in the black jumper, blue-top, of admin department, no sash. She quickly turned away notifying all the others of the conference.
Finally before closing this chapter, there’s new knowledge and a related perspective. Similar to Paul, I was once known as Antony in charge of life casting at Whiting. It’s the only other principal district beyond Galicia and far distant in the universe. Life Casting was my job when Lord Michael came and awarded my first role at HC. Now, Thomas currently has the same job at Whiting.
It came clearly into view in ‘98 by reliving the same moment. A guide had come and we traveled back to that time, together. He gave me a vignette of when I received happy congratulations from my immediate management in that district. They are Chancellor Kenah and VC David. With my guide, it’s as if I was again present, there, with them in that other time. I relived it as if it was happening for the first time. They acknowledged me as I arrived. This is presented as part of Higher Paths, a chapter revealing of some similar possibilities in your future.
There’s another short vignette to offer of when I was a member of a different Admin department, Whiting. Five of us are together, two women, three men suited-up in uniforms mostly black with blue at the shoulders. We’re shipboard as the ship’s Administrators. As the scene opens, I’m vigorously going up a short set of vertical metal stairs and using handrails. It leads left to the passageway into our duty section. Another man immediately followed.
Our chief called to me saying They’re all talking about what you did down there. I glanced his way but with a clear conscience I kept going, saying nothing. Whatever I’d done in service there, I’m now back and glad of it. Then he emphatically asked Don’t you even know what’s going on down there? I know it was more nuclear war. He knew by viewing the events from shipboard and wants to talk but I kept going, not looking back.
At that time we were all involved doing another Endtime with some of us just now returning. Similarly to any combat veteran, I wasn’t willingly dwelling on my experiences or the hardships because I’d been active in it. For better balance I was trying to forget.
Any of us sent into the world lives a life-plan. Sometimes we’re merely witnesses coming as God’s observers, but even doing that we’re not passive. Other times we’re cast to lead, actively involved, steering, causing the turns of events. Mine had been that and upon arriving back, I refused to relive in memory what I’d done, not thinking about it. And because I wouldn’t then, it’s why I can’t give you better details now. Sorry.