Beyond Tartaria, Part Three
Toward manifestation ethics, sacred participation, and conscious creation itself.
Imagine for a moment that you arrived upon a completely undiscovered planet somewhere in the universe.
You sit beneath the shade of a great tree and begin remote viewing different regions of the terrain, high and low.
As your awareness wanders across the landscape, you realize this world is a glorious garden from end to end, its central feature being water.
The artistry of nature is beyond breathtaking.
Vast luminous oceans.
Crystal rivers.
Living forests.
Mountain ranges untouched by extraction.
Air so light and pristine it almost sings.
The place feels strangely familiar.
So beautiful, in fact, that you initially assume it must belong to one of the higher-density realms of the Harmonic Universe.
Everything feels lighter here.
More coherent.
More alive.
And yet…
the longer you sit quietly beneath the tree, the more something unexpected begins to dawn on you.
This place reminds you of Earth.
Not the Earth you last remembered…
but Earth before fragmentation hardened around it.
Earth before endless layers of extraction, machinery, clutter, compression, noise, pollution, and compensatory civilization obscured the original living field beneath.
And suddenly you realize something even stranger.
This is Earth.
Presented once again as a clean slate.
Immediately the deeper question emerges:
How would you exist within it?
Because the very last thing you would want to do is recreate the old Earth exactly as you remember it:
pockets of struggling nature surrounded by industrial wastelands,
poisoned waters,
fragmented cities,
overstimulated nervous systems,
animals and humans alike struggling simply to remain coherent inside increasingly synthetic environments.
And so you sit there quietly asking yourself:
Where would I even begin?
I am standing inside a realm where matter realizes itself…
but what would I create here?
Everything already feels complete.
Balanced.
Harmonic.
Alive.
Even the idea of building shelter suddenly becomes strangely difficult to imagine.
What would it look like?
How would it function?
Would it dominate the landscape…
or participate within it?
Would it extract from the living field…
or harmonize with it?
And perhaps this is where the real question of civilization begins for the very first time.
More questions than answers
And so the questions begin.
Is this place meant to teach the meaning of duality itself?
Am I meant to guard it?
Defend it?
Prepare for the arrival of invaders seeking to possess, fragment, or extract from it?
Who does this place truly belong to?
Can a living world even be owned?
And where do I begin with a clean slate untouched by the accumulated programming of the old Earth?
How do I proceed without unconsciously rebuilding the very systems that once severed humanity from coherence in the first place?
Because suddenly manifestation no longer feels simple.
It feels sacred.
Every decision carries consequence.
Every structure alters relationship.
Every act of creation either deepens harmony…
or moves the world one step closer toward fragmentation once again.
And perhaps this is the deeper realization hidden inside the first density realm itself.
Matter is not merely material.
It is participatory consciousness taking form.
Which means civilization itself may ultimately become the outward reflection of the level of coherence embodied by those participating within it.
And Source said:
“Earth has been cleansed now.
Continuity was finally able to take root there once again.
Many souls filled the morphogenetic field surrounding her with the purity of their consciousness and the understanding of what needed to be done.
They mended the grids.
They purified the waters.
They refused participation in anything ultimately destructive toward humanity, Earth, or the sentient life held within her living field.
The Kathara Grid was restored.
And when the Diamond White Sun locked once more into alignment with Lyra Aveyon — the Third Eye of the Yunasai — the dimensions gradually returned to their original harmonic positions.
The billion starlets once fragmented from Tara were electromagnetically drawn home once again,
allowing continuity to complete its cosmic course:
from Earth
to Sol
to Tara.
Once again rethreading the silver cord of unbroken coherence throughout the Harmonic Universe.
And the bells of Tartaria sounded the memory of Tara back into resonance as the Tree of Life illuminated into eternity.
A healing frequency moved throughout the planetary body, dissolving the synthetic architectures that could no longer sustain themselves within coherence.
And Earth returned to her pristine state once again.
Who among you are ready to return?
“I must have been one of the volunteers.
And you, dear Earth lovers, were there beside me.
Let us take council together now.
Our memories can no longer be erased.
This is the hour spoken of in our sacred pre-ancient history.
The hour in which humanity finally remembers.”
We begin with the shield of protection for all sacred life:
for Mother Earth,
Father Aether,
and their three children —
water,
air,
and fire.
The Source Codes
All that is created here must embody the original Source codes themselves:
Source energy,
the sacred principles of masculine and feminine,
sound and light,
magnetism and electricity.
For Source energy is the spark of life itself.
The masculine is that which ignites creation.
The feminine is that which nurtures it into fruition.
Thus shall all your creations remain pure.
Every other model once imposed within this density ultimately manifested distortion.
But through the original Source codes, humanity can create only that which resonates harmonically with Earth herself.
And within this model, all creation returns nourishment to the living field from which it emerged.
Nothing is forced to extract in order to survive.
Because without the Source codes, what is created becomes foreign to this realm.
And that which is foreign to coherence must continuously consume, fragment, and extract from the living system around it in order to sustain itself.
We shall call this coherent manifestation.
And alongside it shall arise coherent structure:
shelters and dwellings existing as living echoes of the beauty surrounding them.
Places where aether,
sunlight,
bough,
and water move together in harmonic synchronicity.
And no land shall ever again be bought, sold, possessed, or divided.
For long gone are the ages of commodifying Earth herself.
Through this way of being within the realm, peace shall naturally sustain itself.
For war cannot arise where there are no imposed boundaries through which consciousness fragments itself into ownership, separation, conquest, and control.
The vastness of Earth exists for all beings to bask within equally.
And the ascended Angelic Human has no need for extractive industry, for humanity has returned to the original template and once again exists in symbiosis with the living environment itself.
Thus there is no longer any need for the clutter of former civilizations that sought to covet Earth for themselves alone.
All such distortions returned to dust long ago, never again to burden the living field.
And as unique as each one of you are, this realm remains your playground in which to thrive, create, explore, and remember.
May you never tire of the wonders of creation.
May the play of true light upon spirit and soul forever renew your sense of awe.
And may the vividness of restored imagination remain with you for as long as you choose to dwell within this sacred realm.
You are free to roam the Yunasai as you wish.
For there is nothing here that detains you.
And the Stargates themselves facilitate your journey throughout the living cosmos.
Yet lest we forget, there shall always remain a Looking-Back Hologram for those who wish to understand from whence they came.
A remembrance field preserving the story of how continuity was once fractured…
and ultimately restored.
For never again shall our precious Earth,
nor existence itself,
become an extraction ground for beings severed from Source.
Never again shall the living realms be harvested through fragmentation, distortion, fear, or imposed scarcity.
For coherent humanity now remembers.
And where remembrance fully returns,
continuity can no longer be broken.
And this age shall be remembered as the Time of Innocence and Abundance —
an age in which only tears of joy could fall.
Dear reader,
you may think I write in metaphor.
But perhaps I am simply taking you, through these words, into a portal never fully considered before.
For how are we to move beyond the epochs of constructed time when we have forgotten how to fly?
How are we to override everything we have been taught inside a world endlessly sold and bought?
The trickery became so deep and so wide that it now takes nothing less than a clean slate of consciousness to transport us into the place where we may finally re-belong to the original divine design.
A realm where existence once whispered through song and light…
and love fell gently all around us.
Peace All ways
Jane
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Jane, the aquarian CDT plate librarian
Strikes fear in every totalitarian parliamentarian
Symbolically as Magdelene or the Hoods Marian
Like Gabriel, she come with the call clarion
Reminding us of times pre-fall
Where there is no thrall, troll or paracetamol
In the words of Pink Floyds The wall
We dont need no thought control
I join with you.