The Codex Of Light

The Codex Of Light comes from an inter-dimensional vibration. A platform on which visionaries from the earth plane, and visionaries from other realms and dimensions can meet and share their viewpoints. The communications are more often than not undertaken by way of direct thought transmissions (D.T.T's) and the information shared by way of the universal language of light and downloaded as visions. These visions share a common insight, a common goal and a common understanding. The original spirit of 'man' stretches far outside our galaxy, on many vibrations. 

We are the fodder and food for a predator race. The Codex Of Light contains the solutions to help overcome the snares of this vile creature. The Codex Of Light teaches of the need to empower ourselves with the universal power of infinite love. This is so necessary at this time as the predator is infiltrating our dimensions with energies of hatred and despite - vibrations which lead to our self destruction and a powerless state that leaves us vulnerable to ensnarement. There are so many misguided aspects of our planet at this time being misled by the predator's enchantments. 

The Codex Of Light helps us to recognise the signs of these enchantments and can guide us away from those dangers - Matthew James

"How It Started"

(Part i of ‘The Rift Between Worlds’)

ONE
I am a remnant now of the force I once was
A victim of the last great holocaust
Reborn on this wheel to recall that which has been hidden
the truth that the darkness defends in its precious hives
I see their deceits despite all the efforts in hiding it all away from man
Many, many times they have decimated me and my kin through the ages
To prevent us from telling this tale and the many others that follow ...

I was an elder then, I bore a skin of red
Our land was sacred and tribal and stained with blood
the blood of our innocent women and children
Moved on by the murderous scum because they wanted what we had
the land beneath our feet which we prized
The technology which we hid; which our forefathers had vowed to guard
Butchered were we by the white race as it had been decreed many centuries before

We were the chosen race; we were a kindly race
We took only from the land that which we could replace
or what nature had intended us to eat
we were at one with the eco-cycles of the earth
We were accepted by nature and all its visiting faces

We were there when the rift was made; when the rift was shut
we witnessed all the wrongs and all the devilry
we understood the lessons the race of white had begun
and realise now as we look down on the earth, the payback has started ...

I am Shi-na-gar
I am cursed with the second sight
I have always seen things that others cannot
Always talked with the shadows that the others fear
As a child I held all my spirit’s memories
despite our teachings that our spirit’s had but one life
Always that felt wrong,
for another race; one of white with eyes of deepest blue; did visit me
and explained it all in dreams ...

In these dreams I bore a form the same as they
I saw magnificent cities and knew they had been built on the land our tribe now lived
Major cataclysms and deadly destruction wiped out this race
betrayal had come from within their ranks
All because alien factions had assumed control of their minds

I knew this doom was bound to return to the race of white
The curse it sleeps, but when it awakens it sends forth the demons
who come and adopt forms of man
who then become angels of death and slayers of flesh
This I knew was about to return but after my time on earth
But this I would witness as my spirit would take another form
and would retain my memory

TWO
These living thoughts would live on
So no matter how they tortured our flesh
or warped and twisted our legends
those thoughts would continue
Pure energy cannot be destroyed
Those memories cannot be removed from the akashi
And as another form my spirit will recover those memories
and pass them on into a desperate life

And now I sense that time has come
I have been awoken
and merged with the being who is my spirit reborn
We thus share a common goal; a common right to those memories
Memories of our spirit in a time before

A witness to the opening of the rift
A doorway between worlds on the lands which are now part of the Americas
A once magical portal constructed by an advanced civilisation
A kindly race with peaceful aspect
who became over-run by the ‘gods’ they let pass through the rift
a race of shapeshifting beings who appeared as us
but who could become fearsome reptiles on a whim
who would demand we sacrifice ourselves for them

These perversities became part of our way of life
the times of peace were lost
as we were taught to hate and fear each other
states of mind we knew soon to be those who brought closer these demons
who would ensnare us and possess us and who completely overwhelmed us

Who now control the rift and have built a civilisation on those lands
and have cast dark shadows of deceit and deception on the world
demanding constant wars and atrocities across every nation
all of the causes of this coming from the heart of their civilisation
Creating a harsh and evil time to live on this plane

THREE
My spirit prays it is all over
It grows weary of the fight
Throughout its existences since those dark times it has been a visionary
Charged with the task of spreading the word of truth
Telling its tales of how it once was in a vain hope it will be believed by sufficient souls
to form a pact which is powerful enough to counter the signals of control
the demons use to subdue the human mind
So the human mind can deny those leeches access to their minds
to blank out their signals and regain their peacefulness
For there was a time before this time the demons once came through and mankind had battled with them
Successfully closing off the rifts from their home worlds
But somehow mankind was made to forget
Mankind must be made to forget again ............

Copyright Matthew James Friday, 27 December 2002

An Advisory Aspect Only

Remember ... when you receive guidance or insight from a loved one in 'the spirit world' ... it is their OPINION only. It is not their intention for you to act out their guidance to the letter. Their guidance is meant as an aid ... to help you obtain clarity or another viewpoint on a situation.

Imagine if your loved one was there with you, in the room, would you have necessarily taken their advice ...? You must always remember this simple rule ... the intention of the spirit world is not to interfere with earthly matters ... nor do they wish to be seen as godly or angelic or all seeing ... their role is purely an advisory aspect ... when you most need a second opinion or additional viewpoint! - Matthew James

One Essence

"The voice of the source provides hints and clues to our ancestry. In visualisations, my consciousness has often wandered to the heavens and the stars. I have connected with other life forms and from them I glean the story is much the same. We bear thus the same origin in this universe. There are many universes. Our universe is a child. It grows through all of its collective experiences. This fall of man be one of the many experiences. We are one with the other parts of the universe. Our universe be one thought. One essence.

One consciousness which somehow exploded into billions of separate parts. Know our total consciousness still expands. And it be part of one much mightier consciousness that too has somehow exploded. We are such a tiny part of the overall design but by being a part we be as important as all the other collective parts." (Extract taken from The Chronicles Of Ezra  by Matthew James)

First World Saga II

The Distortion - Matthew James

Everything is a reflection. A distortion of the vision. They made this clear to me. Our senses read the distortion field in opposite and as a flip side to what is beyond our sensory field. Effectively we stand on our heads in the cosmic field and try to see it as it really is. We are in constant confusion. They were just the same until they realised. It is so simple ... child's play this computer construct. Yet we as humans make it so damn complicated. We question and are logical in all we do ... yet the universe just is. It never questions. It merely exists and accepts. It never condemns or seeks an answer. Because it knows. Because it knows it need not question. It is part of it all ... and knows its part. They knew their part and thus returned back up the evolutionary ladder. We are lost thus we flounder. We have forgotten thus we plummet and fall ... and kept falling. We cannot fall any more - MJ 30/12/11

First World Saga

First World - by Matthew James

There is an entire epic saga encoded into this image, provided to me by an long forgotten  ancient force  that arrived  in a place a great distance to their own ... lights shining in the darkness. A highly evolved race who entered a new dimension, becoming trapped ... devolving themselves within this entombing dimension ... in order to survive .... in order to gain evolution once more to escape and return to their place in time. An entire race's memory is recorded in this image somehow. For these are the very words given to me by the kindly mind that aided me in the crafting of this primitive image. In much the same way similar minds helped to craft the artwork in our ancient world. Their collective seeds are scattered throughout our galaxy ... memories surviving a mighty calamity which rocked this side of the great void sometime before we arrived like them ... a fully evolved mind curious of this dimension... we like them have been forced to forget our lights and our heritage.... MJ 

'The Pirate Race'

I'm currently 'musing' over a distinctly controversial theoreom I was given recently by a 'higher dimension'. It explains quite explicitly how mankind came to be hijacked by an extra-terrestrial race. How this extra terrestrial race has removed the identity of mankind from mankind by changing mankind's past. The Extra-terrestrial race has systematically conned mankind into believing that it is this race (Or similar) races that built all the advanced ancient architecture that is littered around this planet. The fundamental principle behind this act of piracy is this race's ability to time travel. To visit mankind in the distant past and present itself as our gods. Thus re-writing our history ... as fables of the ancient races now contain references to this pirate race. All records of our TRUE history has now been systematically destroyed ... so no evidence of our golden ages now survive. All that remains is the altered past and the history which this pirate race wish us to believe is our past. I get the impression this race only stumbled on mankind about 500 - 600 years ago ... but time travelled into our past to make contact with our ancestors to make sure our history has been distorted. Losing our history and our heritage takes away our true identity and also makes us vulnerable to the pirate race's current domination over us. Mankind is truly an advanced culture. A spiritual race. A race which has now been conned into believing it is nothing more than a slave race and a cosmic accident. This is not the case. This is merely the reality this pirate race has installed in our genetics ... we need to over-ride its control and realise places such as Atlantis really did exist. Mankind was once a truly advanced culture in its own right. Mankind once possessed the technical know how in its own right to build the awesome structures around the world without any ET intervention. We've been fooled into thinking these structures we're built by these races. Our civilisations were overrun by pirate races and our technology used by them! Our abilities have been suppressed in recent times ... its time to grab our true ancestry back; to listen to our inner selves and begin writing our history based on what we all can remember --- Matthew James

"Star People"

We view from the balcony all that goes on in the world of man
The eyes are gathering, the time of change is close
And for those souls trapped in that reality
these are the times of dread and foreboding
Massive upheavals are ahead, nothing we can do to prevent.

From on higher vibration we gaze, anticipating many things
But rarely taking part, for that has been denied
We merely keep an eye on lower vibrations
A place we can visit on a whim, the place some of us descend to aid
But once there, cannot return.
Know most of us are like human kind
But have successfully ascended but remain to witness
To aid the lower realms whence we can
And that time is coming close
The time of change, the time of enlightenment is at hand.

And many more of man see are ships of the sky
Testaments of truth that other races exist
And with mankind we attempt to commune
For the signal to do so has reached our ears
The time of power is about to change hands

But know the entity which claims control intercepts
It attempts to break our ties with there
But know it shall never succeed
For the force of the universe is so much stronger
The entity growing weak, we throttle its power.

Know from the balcony thoughts of truth descend
Sensitive minds converse with us, mental communion unpreventable
The entity reeling, sending its minions to apprehend
Creating technology to block our thoughts,
Creating confusion within the world of man to deceive.

This we know, but cannot prevent
Freewill the only thought that can
But know mankind will be shown the way
it will come from within its hearts, its the only way
And this time of enlightenment has come, its here right now.

Written by Matthew James circa 1990

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A Continuation

It’s pretty amazing here .... permanent dreams
Floating through from one to another
Recalling names and places and thoughts
No pain; just the memory; figments and flashes of every emotion.
But the saddest part;; seeing people in places you know
but they cannot hear
you reach out and offer words to console but they are unaware.
Then those who you lost in life
they wander in and out of you; reunited after life
Confirming there truly is no death
You exist but in what nature it is hard to tell

Colours to paint like none ever seen in life
No time to confine or limit
Amazing places glimpsed within where you exist
multi layers combining
veils of colour I am constantly falling
Images appear and fluctuate

I continue, I am here
I realise my existence may well be eternal
I feel a joy ... an ecstasy so familiar
One I know I have tasted before
But as life I had forgotten
Perhaps then I conclude I am now alive
Before I was death in a place we perceived as life

No need too for grief for me in that place for truly I continue
Always shall I be within it all
And sometime again I may bear another shell
Look to my eyes and you will see it is me once more
Playing the game of life as a human again
Learning, adding to the wisdom of my spirit ...

Received by Matthew James Written 20th November 2002

Realisations

1
We observe you, we witness your pursuit of understanding,
your struggles to overcome the shackles of the demons released from the continuum
They who despise you, for it was you who banished them
and then it was you who unwittingly set them free ...
We see your light, they see your light
We come to aid a fellow luminaire, to assist in the programming
To aid in the upgrade of the coding within the master design,
You are within and we are without ...
Once it was written, so now it must be done
For an ancient name reported the intention
and into the realms of the continuum it was despatched
in order for that desire, that insight to become physical reality
It has to be so ... we send forth that certainty now ...
Sense please our struggle to convert to your lesser understanding
We speak in the universal language of light
Your chronicle be a slower, more difficult communicade ....
It is limited, we waste time making this conversion
Why canst ye not adopt the languages of the ancients?
The languages ye once had mastery of; hast ye already forgotten?
We project directly into thy mind ...
So ye canst report that which ye see, that which ye know
Use thus thy own understanding to embellish this lowly report ....

2
For that is the answer why; I now gain the understanding
They observe me; they merge with me
and I didn’t hear them, and they failed to hear me
For they expected me to communicate in the language of the ancients ....
They hang over me in a Merkabah ... I am contained within that structure,
It appears invisible on this plane
I heard and I sensed and now I know
The Book Of Knowledge confirms ...
With their light vehicle they probe space to find and communicate with ones like I,
I am a Meoroth, and I exist within a dark region of space ...
This local universe is hidden in the shadow of the central sun ...
In truth I sense I have never left that structure
All of my human ‘lives’ are spent in that safety
They converse with me, through me
I converse with they, I remain a part of they
and the demons have forced me to forget this connection
and have deceived me into thinking I am so alone ...
I am not, and I never have ...
and the voices of the others are constant; I hear them in the distant corners of my mind
and when I permit their impressions to come forward
their voices adopt the sound of my own thoughts
they merge perfectly, telepathically, direct communication ...
　
I am not alone ...

Matthew James Friday, 11 April 2003

'A War Rages ...'

A battle rages above our heads, but for most who are blissfully unaware, it is a reality they are not permitted to see. Minds are screened and senses limited to what is this reality. A distorted hologram of truth, when what is actually happening in the blue skies, which is seen only by those permitted to disconnect from this time and this hologram, is nothing short of an out and out war. A war which has been raging for aeons, ever since ‘time’ began. Human-kind you are deceived by what you see on your worlds. You live your lives and rarely question the reality in which you descend. It has a construct, laid on for the convenience of the star lords. Your oppression is their nectar, you are merely slaves servicing their machine. Sometimes you get to gaze beyond your reality, to perceive what is really here on this dimension. Those of you who do ... are deemed as being insane. The branding of these brave souls serves to close the lid on the truth; for know the star lords are losing their grip once more. Whilst the cracks remain, and their weaknesses exposed, the universal consciousness trapped within the construct reaches out and pulls to it those higher vibrations which the power lords are fearful of; for it said that they cannot escape their own construct ... a hologram much greater than the human one; a hologram which contains the human one. It is said the star lords are controlled by the hidden ones. Races which are not able to transport themselves into the human construct because it is not their doing. It is said that the universal consciousness trapped as human-kind ... some most surely ... are an awareness from way beyond even the power lord’s limitations. The power lords are thus hateful of that awareness. For that awareness can leave and will voluntarily return again and again and again. Thus for those trapped within the boundaries of time ... accept that this is not the all to your existence. Develop the ways to see beyond the veils, for know the veils are wearing thin. The war takes its toll on your gaolers. Now is a good moment to break free from those shackles .....(original yet untitled writing by Matthew James)

From Within The Construct

It’s so easy to fall into the slumber of the construct. To believe the software murmurs. To see the mimicked landscape and wonder if we have got it all wrong? Why the fight … why the self enduring torture? Why don’t we just succumb and close off our minds to the truth. Isn’t the truth too great a burden to carry? Should we not be like the others here … those we came to rescue who have long since closed their minds. Victims of the toxins? This construct looks so much like the true Earth. It is not the same. But it looks like the realm we’ve been forced to fall from. This virtual realm we now are programmed to become convinced it is the only realm … does look a little like the world it is a replica of. But here this is a mere prison. We are imprisoned like battery hens .. and we are harnessed for fear and body parts … !

So we will never rest … we will never let Belial’s evil gorge on our souls. Belial has the means to separate the soul from the construct body so one of its construct limited thoughts can hop in and control areas of the human kind. But that consciousness cannot move on … it is stuck within the construct realm it is made from. Whereas, we human kind, can move on and turn our backs on this manufactured world. This world which has replicas of much of the other world … but it is not the same. It is a poor replica really with all the distortions. It is up to the mind of Ezra to continue … and break down the hold of the dark. With all our might we will succeed …

So why am I still having the pages of the Chronicle open? Surely that can be said has been said? It’s painful to subject myself to the heated needles of the torments from the past. The flashbacks of what has been along this weary road. From the time we left our distant worlds behind and agreed to join the human refugees … determined were we and others of the living tree to return through time and empower the fallen children. Children who are fault free … for they are the descendants and the splices of the original ones who took the fall. They who were misguided by the folly when the dark gate swung open wide and Belial was once more free. [Extract taken from The Chronicles Of Ezra]

Back To The True Earth

"We must construct a new means for opening wide the door for those who wish to follow us. But create it in such a way the watcher shall not harm those weaker ones. For once beyond the door … the watcher cannot follow. It is fearful of what lies beyond. It cannot comprehend. For its realm is here and it always shall be. Beyond that door is the powerful dimension where fear dissolves … and it is a place akin to the light that the humans know as the other side. But it is a frequency world that vibrates that much higher than earth. It is free of the menace of Belial … the world belongs in a higher galaxy. A clearer dimension. So few venture there for they are herded to the realms that Belial’s minions lead them to after death. To places under the dominion of Belial. Still a higher dimension but still in his frequency range. But still a nicer shore than this dimension. Sadly they can only wait there then return to here … it is a cul de sac. NO more. The door we open leads to the true other shore. It diverts beyond where Belial holds … where its minds reside. The door leads to the realms above. Back to the true earth. To where the second await the return of the first. The third are here. For that is us. We seek out the first and also those of the second who came down too. It is a mighty rescue mission. For Belial has truly twisted the web and confused us all … but once free of these constraints we see it clearly." (Extract taken from 'The Chronicles Of Ezra)

"Magnified Deception"

"Thus we wrote in parables and codes, and the darkness saw their chance to gain control. They rewrote our words. And through the ages they had their way. The House Of Darkness is very much in control.

And the moonlight magnifies their deception. Those sickly rays enter the minds of men. Its power be in deception and illusion. Deny those dreams of power, mankind. For they be a foolish thing. Deny the anvils placed in your minds by the food chains you digest. Belial hast you like a puppet on its strings. It fools you and makes you wander along the stepping stones it desires you to wander along. It manipulates your freewill.

The Sons Of Belial are in control.

They rule this earth. They run the governments, the monarchies; the banks; the religions. They say how it will be and that is the way it goes. They have the technology to control mankind en-masse. I know for I too feel the illusionary voices in the back of my mind. I feel the moonlight tentacles that come at night and promise more illusion. More of the same.

Mankind is easily fooled for it knows not how to lead itself. It needs other to give instruction; direction. It can no longer make choices for itself. It spends too much time seeking second opinions form all around. It has completely dis-attached itself from the source. This forms the basis of my report." (Extract taken from 'The Chronicles Of Ezra' written by Matthew James)

'The Sound'

We witness the modern world … separate and alone … but aware of each other linking mind to mind elsewhere. Do we all incarnate within this current time and dimension? Or are we separated by those barriers too? Am I alone on this ‘planet earth’ or could there be others of the group out there … wondering the same? If this is the case … then is it our destiny to meet again in physical form? Would we recognise the other and do we know where to look …. ?

Questions, many questions. Who is there out there to answer them? Is it ourselves that know there answers? Were we given them prior to our ‘birth’ in these physical realms … ?

And we witness in this critical stage. At this time of frantic wickedness by the forces of darkness. Most surely their toxins restrain our reaction; most surely we are subdued by the sickness they intended for us. We are powerless … to do anything but witness this terror filled realm. We experience as the sheep, for we are amongst the herd. Invisible within the field of silent screams … and the Sons Of Belial know we are there. They sense our presence. They know we do our utmost to break free from those toxic restraints. They see our attempts at awakening the herd. They know we practice our arts and make some difference. But it is not enough. We are so far below the mark, we wonder in our times of dream state telepathy … if this is the design of it all. Maybe we merely witness, because there shall be a miraculous event?

Something unaccountable to end the madness? A sound to arrive overnight … that sound; the frequency that will break the hold of the phantoms of the night? Within the minds of the herd; within the minds of the puppets; within the minds of the incarnate darkness too …

Something occurs to change it as it is now. We witness the swift tightening grip; the stranglehold on mankind. All the sons of belial desire seemingly to come to pass. But the feeling we have deep inside … is that of victory. Almost as if … it has already taken place. And this realm is the last to know. The sound of silence descends, perhaps, and we are to witness the change …

A new breath; a new sensation of fresh air in the lungs. A new dawn. And the sickness will be gone … as the doorway to their sickly realm is shut tight once more. It seems too good to be true. But if so, would it rid this realm of all the resident demons? All the phantasms that walk this earth, all with ill intent … and madness on their minds? How would the sound challenge their existence here? Unless … their forms are dematerialised in the instance this sound is formed?

So it once was … will it come to pass again? We sense it most surely needs to. Mankind is little more than a Zombie race now, at the mercy of the shadows … toxic poisons in food and water, and in the air, suppressing freewill … and Mankind as a whole sleeps through this darkness. Truly unaware of what has descended in to this world. Ignorant of what is there in plain sight which their minds have been trained not to see. The madness is all around them … fortunately for them perhaps they do not see it …

But their minds are under the rapture. Enchanted by the junk food culture which is their routine. Their strength – their freewill – suppressed and redirected into choices within a spiralling maze. They are heading nowhere fast … unless they awake soon from the malaise … but by then it could be too late. Unless. Unless the sound descends … (Extract taken from 'Ezra in the Modern Day' by Matthew James)

A Favourable End

"Volunteers have fallen in dribs and drabs. Angelic beings who know the consequences of the material plane. But we are all facets of the one. We all work together to drag the remainder of the blind away from the reflection. They do not need that experience anymore. Slowly, one by one for many mortal centuries we will save. Gradually, light will be greater than dark and we will attain.

We will get there in the end. The Lyrian prophecies predict a favourable end. As one we will return back into the heavens. We will vacate our desecrated Eden and head back to the stars"

The second fell to rescue the first

But the one lost the second as well as the first

Now the one must rescue one and two

Know the one will not sacrifice a third

(Extract taken from The Chronicles of Ezra --- Matthew James)

Arrival Of The Moon

That night, in my evening visualisation, I was visited by the Lemurian. I awaited the moment where he granted me communion before asking him what the object that had been found was. Immediately my vision became a black space. There was nothing below me or around me. I was floating in nothingness. Ahead of me I gleaned a source of light. Towards the light I found myself heading. Suddenly, I was aware of being in some type of tunnel, though I did not know where it was or where it was heading.

I entered a tiny cavern and became aware of a shadow being standing over me. It was of an immense size. If I had showed fear I would have lost the connection, so I warded off the urge to be scared by trying to imagine myself as the being.

In that instance the being was gone and I was alone. Ahead of me I spied a silver doorway in an alcove of the cavern. I wandered over to the doorway and searched the cavern side for the opening mechanism. The door swung open.

Beyond the door was another cavern, filled with many different artifacts which I knew to be from the first civilisation.

I wandered over to the first podium I came to and reached over to pick up a square box like object.

Then the vision was gone .... there was a feeling like being pulled from behind me and I was back into my manifest suit in an instance.

I opened my eyes and gazed into the eyes of my friend, Akrah. He was back. “My friend, come. Follow me now. There is something you must see.”

He led me along a narrow and winding passageway, past the shanty town dwellings which were home to the fish people. The stench of fish oil was unbearable. Along litter strewn paths he led me until we reached the shore.

A night sky full of stars met me when I finally caught up with him at the waters edge. I regained back control of my breathing, why have you brought me here my friend?

“Look!” He pointed to the heavens.

I followed the direction of his pointing hand and saw it. The planetoid hung huge on the horizon ... its silvery glow reflected off the sea. The demon world had arrived! The prophecy had been fulfilled.

“The time is now short”, he began, “the time of chaos is now upon us. Our sister world will break orbit with our world in the next decade. Already the ecological balance of our world is lost. The planetoids magnetic field has started to influence the orbit of our world. Soon chaos will be unleashed. The cult of Belial is prepared, we are not. The cult of Belial wished this reality on our world. It is part of their plan. My friend, there is nothing we can do but wait. The surface of our world will be reaped once more. We must venture to far places quickly to let others know of what is occurring here.” (Extract taken from "The Chronicles Of Ezra" by Matthew James

Synopsis for 'The Chronicles Of Ezra - Ancient enlightenment for the 21st century”

The writing is based on a spirit named Ezra who is a scribe of ancient Atlantis. It follows his initiation into the priesthood of Atlantis and his realisations of self. Contained in the writings are records of his philosophies and adventures along with many of the meditations and visualisations practised in the initiations. The writing I sense is automatic in much of its content. The spirit Ezra compares ancient Atlantis with modern day and the writing attempts to undercover many of the truths and philosophies desperately needed in today’s hectic world. Within the writings is an unproven account of the fall of Atlantis; a hint toward those responsible and why it happened. The writing begins in the modern day; the first part being very confusing and very ‘biblical’ in its script. But then the writing leads into the philosophy of The Tree Of Life before heading off deep into the distant past. There we then meet Ezra who is a naive student of the mystical arts. This is where the story really begins; we are with Ezra through all the twists and turns of his enlightenment and beyond. The writing then gradually heads back full circle to modern day and focuses on all the implications of the truth behind mankind’s pre-history as revealed by the spirit Ezra. The writing may be deemed as purely fictional, the spirit Ezra imaginary; but we can only wonder if the picture of Atlantis painted by the writing is indeed the truth or near to it. The visualisations and meditations described vividly in the writing are intended as actual meditations to be tried and experienced. (Soulfodder Press 2001)

Making The Tree

We were to be a seed. A tiny atom that would over eons reproduce itself a million times over. Each cell containing the simple structure of a teacher and twelve students. A guardian and twelve arch-guardians. The structure would develop into an apparent shape made of globes of knowledge. Each globe would be interconnected and each globe would be under the control/rulership of a guardian.

When I visualised myself looking down at the floor of the great hall, at all the interconnected groups with their concentric outer rings, I had the distinct impression of gazing at the roots of a tiny tree. A living tree. A live tree. A sapling.

It was a mighty task. We spent several years in the hall of records perfecting the thought projection techniques; nurturing the structure; making sense of it all. Time was irrelevant though as if we existed in a vacuum - an empty space comprised of the fabrics of the universe itself. Few of us would venture out of the halls; when we did it was by way of projections for the hall of records was sealed form the outside world. Its food supply nil, so volunteers had to venture out on a regular basis to obtain simple supplies. Thus we lived on a diet of fish and fruits obtained from the hillsides and shorelines of the temple isle.

We thus lived simply. The reports of the advancement of the technology of the outside world no longer bothered us; apart from a small minority within the group. Over the early years a tolerance was developed toward the disobedience of a few members in the group. They were offered the opportunity to leave on more than one occasion. It was an understandable thing, for within the structure were all human experiences and emotions. Every conceivable experience, so far, was contained within the structure. (Extract taken from The Chronicles Of Ezra by Matthew James)