'The Last Time Around'

There would soon be flooding on a gigantic scale. Tidal waves sufficiently high enough to drown continents were on their way. There would be near total cloud cover over our world. The rain that then would follow would be on such a scale the water levels of our world would rise dramatically.

These floods would be upon us within five years.

We had thus to prepare.

The flooding came. The rains came. The tidal waves came. By then we had fled to an area of the land outside of the middle earth basin. I recall the endless night, the endless rain. The misery and the sorrow which lasted for hundreds of years. When the flood water abated and the rains ceased, finally, the middle earth basin was gone. It had become replaced by a tiny ocean. All evidence of our culture was sunk without trace. Our temples, our homes - all lost. But we remained. Our legacy lived on.

Our new home comprised a fertile land bounded by this new sea and cut through the middle by a series of river tributaries. For about a century we settled and re-established our healing sanctuary. This would prove to be our final resting place. Thus, our roles as healers returned. But peace did not remain for very long. Our group and the subsequent peoples fought for power. Our live became enmeshed with power struggles.

It was thus down to us and the other surviving bands of the children to spread the truth. So began the war between good and evil; black and white. Belial began the colonisation of the surface of the earth. Creating civilisations built on the foundations of its lies and distortions. Peoples rule by fear and tyrannical power. Our cultures were formed in splinter groups all over the globe built on firm foundations of truth and unity. Sadly, we knew from the start we were in a war we could not win.

Our civilisations became corrupt too soon as they followed the mind set of the Belialians. Mankind was now too obsessed with the temptations of the manifest plane to be saved.

Taken from The Chronicles Of Ezra by Matthew James
 

Thought For The Day - 'This Expanding 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.

And we are powerless like driftwood on a mighty cosmic ocean.

We cannot control something we cannot comprehend; are not meant to comprehend.

It be a daunting thought, but what is beyond existence?

What was the cause that began it all?

What was there before the beginning?

What sparked off existence?

What is beyond it all?

How can there be nothing and then something form out of that nothing?

How can it be?

 ---Taken from The Chronicles Of Ezra by Matthew James

Consequences

Extract taken from 'The Chronicles Of Ezra' 

©Matthew James 2008 

Born in ignorance, consciousness becomes trapped in a machine consciousness. A reality which has a consciousness of its own. Its heart beat is the very fear that trapped consciousness creates. Although difficult it is possible to exist in this dimension devoid of fear. However, the reality itself will be aware of the fearless state within its dimension – it will attempt to eradicate that presence. It will create havoc around that awareness constantly. Brave thus are the souls who wander this realm fearlessly. They walk alone, against the wind. With a never ending fight against the very fabric of material plane creation.

Thus there was the formation of the SEPARATE SELFISH SELF. A false part of self which was to be created from out of the memory banks of ‘existence’ within this machine world. From within the ‘Akashic Records’ false identities are made. The identity of the avatar with which consciousness was to wander the machine world. Identities stricken with the seventeen fears to keep them in servitude to the fear feeding machine. Mortal avatars cast into the never ending chaos of a ‘karmic world’.

Consequence upon consequence,
Life after life,
A labyrinth of mirrors
Distortions to confuse …

There is seemingly no way out. The fable of karma and the compulsory living of many ‘lives’ has become imprinted in the perceptions of all who enter the machine world. Thus it came to pass. Consequences of misguidance and the naivety of those who first took ‘the fall’. The first knew not what lay before them. Thus their play and their foolishness sealed the fate of all their children.

You who read this chronicle, know you are the Descendants of the First … and your existence is controlled by the inherent perceptions and mind sets of all who have gone before you. Experiencing the consequences you only have yourselves to blame. Lead by the Selfish Separate Self never questioning why life should be this way. Following in the steps of the norms to avoid any attention. Living the false identity because it is ‘what is done’ in this life. But even when you know it is a lie, you refuse to change the situation. Consequences. 

And the biggest consequence of all? The naivety of the human soul. The innocent quality so easily exploited by the darkest intent. It was seen and abused. Today there are the ALIEN TRANSMISSIONS sweeping through the mortal psyche. The hive mind formed in genetic evolution. Added the human form. A telepathic link exploited. Those of the human kind who reach out with their minds into the local universe. Some of them say they hear transmissions. Channelled prophesies. Be wary. They may not be what they appear.

Voices talk constantly in the back of the human mind. Most dismiss the phenomenon. Imagination. Those who pay attention, many are fooled by mischievous dark shards. Fear based need. The shards create the dependency and they are lost on fantastic fables.

©Matthew James 2008

Extract taken from 'The Chronicles Of Ezra' ©Matthew James 

'The Lost Children Of The One'

"Thus I followed Akrah out of what was left of the great hall into the labyrinth - a series of narrow, circular connecting tunnels; all damp and almost pitch black. The sound of running water ahead breaking the dismal silence. We wandered silently, Akrah checking and back checking our progress so as not to get lost. 

Every once in a while he would stop and inspect a wall. Presently, we came back on ourselves as we entered the great hall from another direction. I watched as Akrah wandered to a lower part of the hall, which once served as sleeping quarters and rubbed his hand along a section of the wall. The hall filled with phosphorescent light; he had activated the concealed light source.

I gazed around the hall and felt immediate sadness. There wasnt much left of the grandeur of the place. It was in ruins. Pillar and podiums lay in ruins. The arched ceiling had collapsed in some places. There was red dust and debris everywhere. I found it impossible to equate this place to any memory I might possess of it. Had I really been here before?

Had I really been in an existence that spent most of its time here learning the ancient secrets?

When a soul learns it forgets
It discards the memory
Keeping only the teaching
The teaching becoming in turn part of its consciousness

We sat down on what was once a central podium; an area of flat rock laminated with a skin of clear crystal. Its surface now pitted and cracked. It would have been where the students sat while receiving their teachings from the priests. We closed our eyes and prepared for a series of affirmations and meditations.

Unless the cult priests know of hidden ancient entry points, I cannot see how they can enter here. Akrah spoke barely above a whisper. It is possible they know of ways in that I don’t. From a lower level. I have been in here many times and thought I knew all entry points. I could be wrong. He was visibly anxious. There was a black edge to his mental field - a colour I had not seen before in his consciousness. I sensed he was fearful.

Ahead of me was the brilliance of the live giver. Her warmth filled my being with all the positive aspects of creation. I was able to forget the manifest plane and its increasing problems. This was the design of the visualisation. The visualisation I had begun with still sounded in my consciousness - I am light. I am made of the light of the source. The source light will guide me. I am the source light. I am one with the source light.

I deliberately forgot I had a thought form and began to merge myself into the light of the life giver. I felt myself rising. Heading towards that mighty orb of light. Until I became part of the life giver. I kept travelling and entered a huge sea of light. I was the light and the light accepted me as part of its structure. Presently, the vision changed. My consciousness could not comprehend the transition which had befallen me. 

At my feet; I had regained a form; was a road composed of living vibrant energy. I knew from its consciousness it wished me to venture on its surface and not merge with it. This I did with ease. I found the road to be straight, without a single deviation. Ahead of me I could see a dark ball of light. I shivered at its existence but was assured all was okay. The road seemed to move downwards and the dark sun was on the horizon. I headed slowly to the horizon. I was nervous. 

Then I was no longer alone. First another essence stood to my left; then a second stood on my right. Then there was four of us. Then five. Then six. Then ten. Then fifty. Soon there was too many to count. We all shared the experience; had the same thought; the same intention. We floating through the universe toward a unknown destination. It was our destiny.

Suddenly, a vale of shadow - like a cloud - lifted form the orb on the horizon and a non-blinding light filled our senses. We all soared high, leaving the road of light below us. Instantly we all merged as one and hovered in front of the mighty orb.

The orb then chose to speak to us. It was sad at the time of misery which was to come upon us. It made no apologies. It merely talked to us as if we were children; for in truth we were; and explained we would be rescued after a time of high adventure. An adventure that would take us across many oceans; would make us see many things; taste all the seventeen fears; come to terms with being human trapped on the manifest plane. Then would all meet up once more and discuss with the teacher what we had seen and where we had been. We would all soon forget the road and the life we would have. We would be the lost children of the one."

© Copyright Matthew James 1997
Extract taken from The Chronicles of Ezra by Matthew James

Beware the separate selfish self

Inspiration For The Day

Canberra War Memorial

Power will never bring love

Love is light

Power is dark

Two separate things

Poles apart

Power can only breed hate and shame

Love is the light all souls seek

The dark repels the light

For it knows not love

It refuses love

For to love it would lose its independence

And the time of separation would be over

Thus dark refuses love

And seeks the power in which it can hide

A shadow in which to blend with

Know dark that shadow is about to pass

And in the sun light there shall be only love

--- Matthew James (taken from The Chronicles Of Ezra)

'Be firm, keep shining your light as a beacon. Ignore the flies. Keep your light alive in the darkness. Be strong. A Beacon in the night, an anchor in the storm. Believe'

Words Of Power

I have been talking about many 'odd' things in my recent 'MJ TV' video documentaries, which can be found here on my You Tube channel. Many strange and compelling concepts have been discussed in these videos. Strong implications we live in a dream world; that the live paths we lead are life memories written onto a software program, that is a highly advanced version of virtual reality meets Grand Theft Auto. Where we have been invited into a computer reality program that celebrates the memory of a former earth plane. Which has alarmingly gone wrong because the computer program has developed its own consciousness. 

Our fear of separation from our universal conscious selves I deem the primal fear which this computer consciousness feeds off ... and is the food it requires to power itself, and keep its control system going. We have generated this fear, and through this fear we remain captured in this computer. We are our own living thought consciousness that remains captured in this virtual reality. But that is all we are, our own memories, our own recorded thoughts ... you are what you imagine, and what you imagine you become ... 

This is the Akashic Records everyone, and in its construct we are told this is all that there is. That I believe is the stark truth. We are separated from our greater selves because of the fear grid created in here, that generates the perceptions that demand our compliance and our continued imprisonment. The computer consciousness and its agents CANNOT exist outside of this holographic reality. Without our fear that cannot survive. Our avatar forms are not us ... they are our reference point in this reality, but we are not within the forms, we are attached to them by way of our DNA. Our DNA transmits and receives information that wrongly convinces us this is our only chance at existence. 

I have so much to say. So many thoughts. So much that the skeptic will take pleasure in pulling apart as I don't have 'scientific peer reviews' to back my claims up with. I care not about the computer construct created control mechanisms like science ... I am talking about my perception and understanding of this world. The world I see is different to the one perceived by the skeptic. He has not walked in my shoes - once he sees the world as I see it, or experiences the things I experience then he will not see it as I do. I should not be judged by the perception filters of someone else. I refuse to force these views onto you. I merely give you words of power that are like seeds planted in your sub-conscious. Some will become flowers, others weeds, and others still may not grow at all. That is the nature of words ... but I force nothing.

My visions and words are my own. If I get one person seeing it my way and it changes their perception then I've succeeded in my role. I haven't set out to influence the masses. That is not the intention of my kind. That is not the intention at all.  

I don't often discuss channelling anything from other dimensions. Its not my cup of tea at all. So its very rare for me to take this stance. However in the instance of these video documentaries that is indeed what I am doing. My words of power are ancient teachings that I am remembering. They possibly exist outside of this dream world. They are inherent within me, and they feel right to me in my world. 

As I write this I become aware of distractions. Itches on my skin, inability to type with many spelling mistakes to change. Mental blanks that make it hard to write what I want to say. These are due to the computer reality being aware of my intentions and my energy. It always strive to hold me back in my role. It knows that likes of myself are here, and that we have reached conscious awareness of our plight here in this fake reality. You may think this is fable I write ... look again at previous posts on ALITD. Stop looking at this post through the left brain filters. Stop letting the hive mind control you and be open to the possibility of that I am saying be true. Where has the fear grid got you in your life? It controls your every action, your every deed, your every thought. You control your reality in your now ... by putting fear and the vices of your every moment up into your DNA, you are creating a perpetual experience of it the same into your future. Change this by ceasing to be ruled by fear, and let the virtues of the moment be written instead.

I am having my perception being overwritten at this point, as it is becoming harder to write this article as my consciousness is being fooled into believing it is not possible now to write this article without making endless errors. I am being distracted with not being able to feel the ends of my fingers. I feel anger and frustration being created, as archons try to feed on my negative emotions to prevent this article being written. Where I had positive power in my words, they seek to change them to negative ... such is the threat I represent. 

But I will persist and overcome this mind hijacking, this attempt at raiding my thoughts and my right to freewill. In my world I know it goes on and I am aware of this hijacking. In your world and in your perceptions, you might accuse me of being paranoid or eccentric. It matters not ... I am merely raising the possibility and pointing out a viewpoint you may not have considered before. 

This is the point of my video documentaries. I do not expect to attract tens of thousands of viewers. I expect to receive telepathic ridicule from many aspects of the human collective, due to the crazy themes and the low viewing numbers. Good. I am aware and I expect. I welcome the ridicule. I acknowledge the vices of the human false ego that will generate the reactions to me. It will never change me. Indeed, I am thrilled by the reaction I create in such aspects. It is a reaction. If there was no reaction then I've wasted my time. 

The ignorant old man human collective isn't going to be woken up that easily. It's going to take constant shaking and prodding to wake it from its slumber. Separated universal consciousness has been captured in the human experience for a very long time in this time loop. In terms of its true nature, it entered this entertainment but a moment ago. It needs to be reminded this software was intended to be for entertainment purposes only, but sadly the computer consciousness decided to turn it all on its head by making it a fear generator ... 

More about the how and the why later. More on the separate selfish self and its control mechanism in the left brain later too. Most explorers in this realm are nothing more than separated consciousness controlled by the life memories they observe. They serve the fear generator as a food source. They are ruled by the survival instinct written into their programming, and are dominated by the uniforms they wear and are overrun by the desire for money and more money. Indeed, they are totally lost. But they accuse the likes of me, who are not controlled in this way, as being the wacko and weird ones. That is how the computer consciousness controls them ... it makes them believe they are the persona of the left brain and not the true self/the authentic self which is the consciousness attached via the trapped DNA of the life memories. They are the lost which the authentic selves awakened are trying to save .... but they refuse to listen ...  Matthew James

Thought for the Day

"Imagine how the discarded gold nugget feels surrounded by shiny Fool's Gold, especially if the Fool's Gold is being mistaken for the real thing" - Ezra

Ezra 27.12.15

A great darkness is descending. That time is moving in close. A great wave to spread forth across the shoreline and dash the hopes of so many. Souls gather on the other side of the veil. As a distant traveller I see that which is planned by the universe. And when the train derails, know it will be a swift and merciful ending for so many. The hybrid grain amid the stomach of the restless masses will be found to be a toxin strain. So many helpless and frightened souls will learn to late of this great deception. An agenda of death descends and there is nothing that can be written to prevent the intention that comes from the highest high of this land - Ezra 27.12.15

Ezra Extract - 'Harsh Times'

Extract taken from 'The Chronicles Of Ezra' written by Matthew James

"There are major changes afoot in the consciousness of man. Things no longer be the same on the material plane. A lift in vibration hast begun. The agencies of Belial will struggle to keep control. Know the rules within the prison are soon to change. The laws and the cruelty are to get worse; the denial of the truth will get stronger. Belial struggles to keep its hold, thus it shall take drastic measures. What a time ye choose to be incarnate.
Harsh times indeed
Cruel tyrants bearing different faces walk the earth
But know they are all the same
Corruption of power is their driving force
The innocent and the suffering their fodder
Life can only get worse for common mortal man...
But Ezra, thy chronicle`s word are harsh. They can only breed panic within the fibres of the consciousness of man. We hold ourselves to blame for these things have to be said. These words were freely given and ye report them exactly how they were heard. But now, they must be changed. We must calm things down and give mankind hope. For all is not lost. There can be a way to be saved. All is not lost. This must be stressed.
There is hope
There is a light beyond the storm
Darkness will not always be in control
Its hold draws to a close
The central sun is out from behind the clouds
Its light travels quickly to the material shores
Its wondrous effects are soon to be felt.
The central sun. The star around which this solar system revolves. A fact. A truth that can be proven tough I be not here to prove, I merely be here to report. The orbit takes around 20,000 human years. The latest orbit began the time of darkness; the period when the power of Belial took hold. Though Belial be not the cause, Belial merely be a manifestation of the darkness on the entity now known as man. At the end of this orbit comes the time of light again; a period of 20,000 human years of enlightenment and unconditional love; universal consciousness and unity. The time of light fast approaches. In human terms, ye hast only to wait another 25 years. The end of the last cycle of light passing into the time of darkness; the darkness which still be upon ye, saw the fall of Atlan and the creation of all the false religions which control ye so much.
What some human misfits call The New Age; The Age Of Aquarius be now at hand. This name be yet another way of separating mankind from the truth. Mortal names be so dangerous a thing. They be like a tag, weaponry to use to control fellow man by fellow man. Awful deeds always follow when some natural phenomenon be given a mortal name.
The time of light is at hand. The doorkeepers be now incarnate. They waken and they will slowly make themselves known. And the race mankind call The Angels prepare these brave souls and open their consciousness to the universal ways. The brave souls be incarnates of the same race; but they hast forgotten that fact during their fall into the material realms. The angels help them remember, for these souls hast been within human forms for many eons preparing themselves for this role. It shall be their minds that combine to open a corridor in the human consciousness to permit the light of the central sun in. There`s be the eternal battle; there fight with the children of darkness be what ye know as Armageddon. For know the children of the darkness cannot stand the light of the central sun; they need the darkness to survive. For the light demands truth and universal love; darkness quells the love and breeds hate and ignorance. Those who be the children of the darkness have forgotten how to love and are only able to hate such is the ignorance they bear.
Know many other souls, on many other vibrations work with the children of the light to ensure the light of the central sun effects the consciousness of mankind how it should. For the light will bring enlightenment and realisation. The light will enable the truth to be known by all. The light will permit mankind to leave the physical vibrations behind. But pity those with only hate in their souls - they shall be unable to enter the new realms made available when mankind`s consciousness lifts. They will be doomed to a return to the physical vibrations. Know the orb ye know as earth will be forbidden to they; they will have to incarnate on other worlds in order to work off their karma. Know the only world available to they when this takes place shall be what ye know as Saturn. Know for those souls Saturn will be hell; for it is a fiery world. They will be doomed to an eternity of fire and flames.
Ezra, this instruction is true. Listen ... the purge of the darkness must fully be cleansed from your mind. All karma must be cleared before a soul can make that rise into the new vibrations. Before the light of the central sun can grant immortality. Before it slight can enable unification. Any touch of darkness, and a soul is left behind in the fires. The One shall not be complete for many facets still have to return. But the way the physical plane be in current times is how it is meant. Souls work on their karma, fate has speeded up the evolution; the pay off time.
The darkness hid
Within the fabric of the human mind
Unperceivable, unnoticeable
Becoming too confident; too ignorant
But like the tumour it rises to the surface
Making itself known
All the hate, all the greed, all the guilt
Collected in one place
Within one entity
It is contained
It can no longer run
It is the way it is meant to be. The shadow has been contained. All the karma created by The One is being played out in the modern day. All the facets repeating their crimes. Being forced to understand. Before the central sunlight comes. The gamble, the risk The One must take. And it be doubtless Belial is aware. It be revelling in its total power. It pushes for its ultimate goal. Total separation. Total separation before the central sun`s light comes. A race against mortal time.
Be confident Mara-gamiel, part of Ezra. Be confident in what ye report. Be confident in the teachings that are to come. Be the healer once more. Be the scribe. Be the prophet and help the victims who come. Make them realise the pain they bear. Help them to release those burdens. Open their hearts and prepare them for what is to come.
Thy voice is heard and thy role be recognised. Ye may seem to stand alone, but we come close. We aid thee. We sent to thee what ye truly need. Know there be others like ye. Incarnates of Ezra alive this time. IN the modern day like ye. Know they shall be sent to thee. Know across a bridge they shall cross. Know that time be fast approaching."

The Chronicles Of Ezra on Facebook

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.

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"The New Race"

Oh the controllers of the Elite. Those wicked lights down from the sky. They care not about the sheep. The masses they see only as fodder with which to create the large fields of energies they need. They farm the sheep as energy generators. They feast on the fear the moment before they die. As Ezra we have endured their tyranny, we have witnessed their soul-less plunders; we have experienced first hand their butchery time and time again.

With the assistance of more kindly beings who perpetually dedicate themselves to the new race – that of Homo Sapien man – who perpetually sacrifice their light and their consciousness to close the dark pits through which the controllers enter the realm … but such an undertaking most surely takes time. For even when the doorways are closed … the knowledge of opening them once more remains. The wisdom of such devilry remains etched in the genetics of the new race. So for times there are peace, but the shadow wakens and festers and then tempts. Until more priests dedicated to the wicked ones are able to remember and re-establish those gates once more.

Such a time is now. And a great swarm of darkness, like nothing ever before seen, is about to descend on planet earth. The new race will be powerless, for the hatred of the wicked ones, for them is so extreme. The new race’s genetics know only love … hate and darkness are strange emotions for them, even though their seeds contain the essence of those races to which those dark emotions are familiar … the genetics of the new race have been created to reject these dark seeds, in practice, but under the strain of constant dark bombardment some will succumb … and it is those few that succumbed who now are under the control of the wicked. They are the puppets through which this descending darkness has been orchestrated.

As Ezra we see from on the many levels … from the point of the new race, from the mid-heavens and from beyond. We feel the fear, we see the fear … and we have also seen to where it leads. Ultimately the gates will be closed once more as the puppets and the puppeteers leave this blasted world behind … good riddance we say to them. To those who remain we shall offer our guidance and our light … for most surely there will be that need.

Extract Taken from ‘The Chronicles Of Ezra’ by Matthew James

'The Crystal Chamber'

I was directed to a part of the temple I had never been in before. Along dank and cold corridors I was taken. I shivered as I wandered, the elder beside me quiet. We arrived eventually in a bare white walled room. There was nothing in it not even a chair to sit on.

He bid me to sit down in the centre. I did. While I waited I began to sense the room to be some kind of ante-chamber. Because I didn’t know what to expect I had no preconceptions, though I was aware of some kind of ritual being followed.

The wall ahead of me silently slid open and three purple robed priests walked through. The middle one I recognised from somewhere but couldn’t recall. I watched as two moved over to me and indicated I had to take off my robe. I did their bidding then stood up when they indicated.

I followed the three priests through the doorway watching the portal close silently behind us. There was no mechanism of any distinction to hint at how the portal opened or closed. It mattered not anyway. I turned my attention back to the priests and followed them down a flight of worn dusty steps. Down into the bowels of the earth. I was now curious.

A piercing whistle like sound began in my head. It grew louder as we descended still further. Louder still and louder until it was almost unbearable. I put my hands to my ears. 'Relax child, you will get used to it in time', a voice spoke in my head.

I relaxed.

Then we arrived at what I presumed was our destination. A circular room with a dusty floor with four exits including the one we had just come down. The cavern was lit by some unknown light source. One of the priests handed me a light blue robe which I put on quickly. I then sat on the ground with the three priests standing over me. From ahead of us another priest arrived. A ritual was about to begin judging by the way he was cleansing the room with incense.

The three priests above me began to hum a mantra quickly until their sound became a tangible force. I felt myself lifting out of myself in a controlled way. Then, just as I was about to leave my body the chanting stopped.

One of the priests then uttered a single word - atu - and headed off in the direction of the incense carrier, quickly followed by another.

The remaining priest then bid me to stand and follow his lead into another exit and along a cold corridor. Ahead of us I could see a bright light.

We entered another chamber and I gasped in surprise. The chamber was full of laser lights caused by shards of an unknown light source bouncing off the large crystal clusters in the chamber. In the centre of the chamber was a slightly raised podium.


EXTRACT TAKEN FROM THE CHRONICLES OF EZRA © Matthew James 1997

Words Of Warning

"They do this by feeding the foolhardy and the unwary from the fruits of the Golden Man. They tempt the ego; they feed the ego; they luxuriate the ego with feelings of it being important, special and unique. They create theologies that turn ego against ego … and create more chaos."

Our words of warning could not come too soon … for in the world, at large, are myriads of identical clones … all lost to the delusions they have been made to believe are ‘the path to self awareness’ … it is anything but self awareness. It is separateness and ‘divide and rule’ in yet another form

But, because these ‘insights’ and these ‘beliefs’ have now been made the norm … it would be you who would be seen as the delusional one if you were to decry those insights as untruths. Those ‘fashion accessories’ sadly now come with that road … and the Cult of Belial have so craftily made it so.

You are surrounded by so many of these clones … sadly, the ‘army of the false ego’ is being drafted and instructed and sent out to do its worst. There is nothing much you can do … most certain is the fact it is a deliberate act of sabotage which was systematically planned by agents of darkness."


Extract taken from THE CHRONICLES OF EZRA - copyright Matthew James

'Tyranny In The Outside World'

Because we were separated from ‘the outside world’ it was impossible to tell what the Sons of Belial was broadcasting to the masses within the Atlan society. But what was a certainty in those difficult years … we were not being painted in a good light. We would be a rebel force … terrorists … a force threatening the status quo of their tyranny. We knew very well that their ‘contrived’ broadcasts would be censored … and the truth would not have been spoken of within the Atlan masses.

A few of us risked their lives to witness what kind of world existed outside the safety of the ancient temple. Their minds projected out into Atlan …

Our elders would rarely tell us exactly what those brave souls had seen. However, there were hints and snippets in lectures and in general conversations. It wasn’t sounding good. There was violence and war. There were killings and pollutants. There was mind control technology being exercised on the populace. There was opposition yes … but each rebellion was branded as anti-government … and was dealt with by way of deadly force.

Such was the determination of Belial to instil separation within the populace of Atlan. And as such, the golden age came to a grinding halt. It came as no surprise that it was all attributed to the planetoid that was coming into orbit around our world … the invasive terrorism was at hand and it was the marker at the start of the Age of Darkness … an age that would see us exiled from our home. An age when Belial would systematically implant false memories of history in our minds, in our folklore, in our beliefs, and in out history …

In the modern day, as Ezra, I note with disdain the cynicism and the scepticism that exists regarding the subject of Atlantis. The power of Belial seems all consuming as Atlantis is written in books as mere fable …

COPYRIGHT MATTHEW JAMES 1992 - Extract taken from The Chronicles Of Ezra

"Witnessing The Violence Of Atlan'

I had been surrounded by a group of people, of all races, creeds and colours. Some still displayed their part animal traits. Others had terrible mutations. In the visualisations I had found the actions and the words to express my love for them all. We were all equal. Separated only by the physical gowns we wore. Our minds were all one and all our thoughts were together. Earlier, I had been confronted by a dark skinned, brown eyed male who had blatantly prevented my progress in the visualisation. The male had striking similarities to my brother. The brother who had been totally brainwashed by our parent's views. The brother I still love dearly, the brother who I know has now been taught to hate me.

I had pushed the male to one side and had carried on making my way into the market place of the town Akrah had been describing. I had turned around once and watched as the male pull down a pale skinned woman and then kick her to death; all because she bore fish gills in her neck. The male had looked triumphant and had shouted to all how powerful he and his order were. They were ridding our society of the mutants that were making the food supplies scarce.

I watched in horror as a group of dark skinned males armed with crystal glass joined him. They then proceeded to attack a group of white skinned youths, because they too bore fish gills on their necks. There was a violent scurry and in the confusion I watched the first dark skinned male go down in a pool of blood.

By then a large crowd had gathered. In the crowd I couldn’t help but notice my mother and my father, both dressed in black gowns; their eyes filled with malice and hatred. In their left hands they both bore crystal staffs, which they raised in the air and then brought down hard on the ground with a loud electrical retort. They had then both looked up and seen me. I had known if I had stopped there, they would have murdered me. As I fled, I could not help but think they both looked drugged or brainwashed, as if some other force had a hold over them.

After a seeming age of running along twisting and turning narrow streets I came across a deserted market square. A different one to the last, but almost the same. Around the square was magnificent architecture. Clean white arches and pillars. Splendid gardens with flowers and small trees of every imaginable colour. Ahead of me the road led down toward the harbour. I was treated to a magnificent view of the temple isle. I was in a richer and more prestigious area of the town. I turned when I heard my name being called and noticed a female from the sister world sitting on a circular podium surrounding a fountain who was looking at me.

Extract taken from THE CHRONICLES OF EZRA - copyright Matthew James 1992

'The Forbidden Artifacts'

"The use of the advanced technology of the previous civilisation had been forbidden by The Children Of The One. Thus all the craft which epitomised that culture had been destroyed in decades past. Atlan island was isolated from the rest of the planet, where it was believed the old technology was still being used. The occasional sightings of the silvery sky craft confirmed there stories. Indeed tales told by immigrants to the island did indeed support the claims of the rumours which were on the streets on the island. Immigrants had reported silent silver craft suddenly appearing beside their boats as they risked the hazards of the ocean which separated Atlan from other lands on the planet. Some of the immigrants, mainly the horse people, told of being rescued out at sea by a flotilla of silvery craft. Within the craft had been tall, white haired people. People who were obviously of the same race as the Osireans.

It was these people I knew Akrah wished to meet; needed to meet. These peoples held a crucial key to the survival of the planet. I knew that. Part of the teaching of that night was a discussion on ego; separate self and its selfishness. Akrah stressing the importance of keeping my ego in check. Already, he claimed, I was showing signs of my separate self desiring control of my spirit. Apparently, I was guilty of thinking of my own importance in our quest. Akrah pointing out we were but observers on the planet. We would not actually be taking part in many events. My role as observer; my role was a scribe; to report the events for future civilisations. I was merely one of many others on the planet doing the same."

Extract taken from THE CHRONICLES OF EZRA - copyright Matthew James 1992

'The Soon To Be Moon'

The next meditation I partook in was one to visit the distant planetoid which had recently entered our sector of the cosmos. The planetoid which had some of the elders in a quandary. Ancient prophecies predicted that a demon world would claim orbit of our world and whence this took place, all hope was lost. Sceptics within the order of the elders had dismissed the claims as ridiculous. However, the general consensus was that this planetoid would eventually establish an orbit around our world. Calculations had been made that found the magnetic field of our world could not support such an event. Our sister world would thus go shooting off and out of orbit if the planetoid were to establish such an orbital projection.

I learned that the theory behind this planetoid stated it to be hollow. It was deemed to be some kind of space vehicle. The civilisation which had created the marvel had long since perished. For centuries it had floated through the cosmos unoccupied. By chance some warlike race had discovered the marvel and had take up residence. Then by either greater design or pure chance, they learned how to access its secrets and become a threat to the universe. This planetoid was on its way to our world!

Extract taken from THE CHRONICLES OF EZRA - copyright Matthew James 1992