The Bodhisattva Experiment

Hidden in plain sight, they said. It will not be difficult, they said. The finest accommodations and the support of the realms while you are on your mission, they said.

Many times, in the history of mankind such interventions have been necessary. To curtail an unintended circumstance or anomaly; to suspend the utter destruction that was overtly sought after within the mindset of the ill-equipped beings for which we were responsible.

The Universal Law has, written into it, the Bodhisattva Laws -a wild card for transmutation. At any given time, there could be upto 144 of these sainted helpers on Earth.

Sometimes they were in human form, sometimes as animals, birds, or whales. The form was less important than the energy they embodied. The vibration they contributed to the collective. Previous to the introduction of the Neph, this had been adequate.

Not that this was the fault of the Neph. They were the outcome of unearthly visitors who decided to mate with the first of the Illium mutants, who had been outcast, but remained as innocents in the garden. And so, the Neph were decreed by the Angelic realms to be the permanent and eternal caretakers of Humanity, leaving the “unearthly visitors” to return from whence they came, without consequence. This was overlooked as collateral damage by the un emotive Cosmic Council.

The Neph helpers attempted to guide humanity, those that were of Neph descent, and those who were not. The Illium mutation had already caused separation. Now the Illiums had expanded abilities for healing, and innovating, from their star lineages, making them even more apparent among their brethren than their blue eyed mutation. The Neph were not welcomed as helpers. They adhered to their divine missions but were often killed. The Laws of the Bodhisattva were born as a result. Three Neph lives, meant ascension, ascension created the Bodhi status.

Many Bodhisattvas’ had come and gone, reporting their findings and devising new approaches and ways to heal and assist humanity to align their new higher consciousness and abilities. One known as Sid, had negotiated an addendum to the Bodhisattva Laws, that stated the visitors would need to send backup. Accountability had been woven into the Law, and in that, humanity was also bound to face accountability for all it had done in the name of the archaic attachment to “more.”

The new level of entanglement meant that there would need to be an adjustment to the number of Bodhisattvas at any given time; an increase that would need to be exponential. Hence my superiors requesting my attention to the matter. I was a third degree Bodhi, that meant I had made three returns after my ascension. I was still considered a novice, though I had specialized experience, as I was present when the first Neph-Illium was born.

That was 100,000 years before. I was, in fact one of about a thousand star visitors who were unable to board our starship for various reasons and leave. My heart was there, as I loved an Illium female. This was my first life on earth prior to my ascension. Two more hybrid lives and I ascended. I graduated, so to speak, to Bodhisattva.

“Can I go back as an eagle or a whale this time?” I queried, as I did not want to contend with the shared delusion that humanity was enslaved by.

I was addressing a board of my superiors headed up by an Elohim council member. They spoke telepathically amongst themselves and to me, collectively.

“That’s not possible, all returns at this time will be manifesting in human form. We are increasing the team to account for the populations to 444, and we are sending you in with a new ability, called the beacon.”

“Your mission will simply be to mingle amongst the people. Every smile, every wave, every pleasantry, will pass a beacon of light. This beacon is encoded to untangle the knots that have become an obstacle to human consciousness expansions that were initiated aeons ago.”

“What if I do something bigger than smile and wave?”

“Every act founded in Love will have an equal or greater effect than its origin”.

I had to admit it sounded so easy, so manageable, so hopeful. I agreed and I said the required phrase

“I Volunteer”

With a crushing impact, I found myself embodied, reeling from the instance of incarnation and completely disoriented. I struggled to make sense of my surroundings. I was laying down, attempting to adjust to the confines and density of flesh. Lifting my head as my eyes began to focus, my first clue a set of combat boots on what I can only assume are “my feet.”

Sheer survival instinct had me quickly rising, before I had even registered exactly where, or when I was.

I was in some kind of skyscraper. There were pillars, broken concrete, and windows. The mattress I had just been lying on, a dirty and sad testament to the state of things amongst humans, one of many interspersed at semi private distances. This appeared to be some kind of drug squat. The assertions of my superiors that I would have “the best accommodations” and that “it will be easy” had me laughing like a mad...woman. Okay. I’m a woman, I am in a drug den, and everyone is looking at me like I’m crazy. I knew arrivals could sometimes be a little bumpy in emergency situations, as incarnation opportunities were often limited to births. In this case there was not the time.

It appeared my host had overdosed in this den, and her vehicle was assigned to me. I attempted to get a sense of her, and of her story, or connections in the world but nothing surfaced immediately. This usually meant there were no connections here, and the soul had quickly gravitated to where they were aligned. Her life, that I had adopted, had been sad and tragic. Her destiny was for joy and connection. I was reminded of the vastness of my duties, and the entirety of each soul’s mission, like a wave travelling the deep; sometimes in the shelter of a cove, sometimes a sandbar, sometimes a storm, but always moving with the eternal tides. Nothing lasts forever- not sorrow or joy, not the calm or the storm.

I began to do an inventory of her pockets as I stumbled around seeking an exit. The sensation of metal against my skin began to invade my awareness. She had a heart shaped locket around her neck. I clasped it lovingly, an involuntary muscle memory of its feeling in her hand. Perhaps there was more connection here than I realized.

I passed a small group who were awake and talking, and asked about a bathroom. They pointed to the right but said nothing, guarded and suspicious of me as I suppose any inhabitant of a drug den would be.

This Dystopian abode was enough evidence for me that our work was deeply carved out for us...

I washed my face and for the first time got a glimpse of my sorrowful and disheveled appearance. Deep green eyes stared back at me, black kohl eyeliner draping onto my cheekbones. I removed the locket, to look for clues about her life and family.

Within was a lock of hair, the blondest ringlet, and a tiny photo of a joyful little girl. On the back of the locket it said, Skyla my heart June 21 2045-November 17 2050.

A wave of pain washed over me as I realized this was her daughter, the loss of whom must have driven her to such dire circumstances. Though tragic, this was not my mission as I knew the two were re united on the other side.

I finished washing my face and completed my investigation of her pockets- a pack of bent and unsmokable camels, a card for a laundromat, a locker key, and an atm card. Nothing much to suggest that anyone should look for, or recognize her as I went about my mission.

I found the closest stairwell, not trusting the elevator, as I appeared to be 40 floors above the street.

Exiting now, the gray and muted tones of a sunless day greeted my ever-skeptical thoughts. Is there any hope at all for human beings? I thought with the deepest remorse. Had all our efforts to teach love been for nothing? How on earth am I going to find any way to pass the encoded light that was humanities last chance. No one made eye contact. The streets were practically abandoned. Those that were, were the same as those within the den from which I had just emerged. Dis-associated, dis-illusioned, and distraught.

Looking up, I said

“You gotta be kidding me”

I took the card for the laundry out of my pocket and decided to locate the possibly last place she had visited.

The Sudsy Barrel,

7744 East 11th ave. New York City, New York.

Looking around I saw that I was on East 14th ave, and I turned towards the descending street numbers that I could see in the opposite direction.

My work was definitely cut-out for me, as I made my way to my destination.

Three blocks down, I started to see more people on the street and began surveying my surroundings for the Sudsy Barrel. It had an olde fashioned street sign above it that swung and creaked in the hot wind.

“Here goes nothin” I said to myself.

Entering I saw that there was an attendant, a young but tough looking woman, who was reading a book at the back.

“Excuse me, do you have lockers here?”

She raised her unimpressed eyes to see who had interrupted her imaginings.

“Through the door to the left”. She said to me impatiently.

If she recognized me, she gave no hint of it.

Passing through the dilapidated laundry I made my way to the indicated door. A wall of airport lockers lined the back of an otherwise empty room. I reached into my pocket for the key I had found there, number #357.

I located a locker numbered the same and attempted to use the key. The click of a lock unbound, sent waves of relief and excitement through my body. I was finally feeling connected to my current incarnation.

Opening the locker, I found within it stacks of cash, car keys and some clothing in a backpack. This must be a care package from my benefactors on the other side. I could see no reason my host would keep such things in this locker, while living such a woe begotten life amongst the dregs of humanity, which it appeared was all there was left. Loading the cash into the backpack, I hastily zipped it shut, grabbed the car keys and exited the Sudsy Barrel.

I clicked the unlock button on the key fob to see if the car was nearby. A brand new Porsche lit up, and made itself known, with a perky beep beep of engagement.

This was more like it, I thought. Incongruent and miraculous, considering where I had woken. This was just the beginning and I had no idea when my mission would be considered complete.

Opportunities to pass the beacon had been sparse at best. Nothing to do but keep moving, taking every opportunity to interact. I had spoken to four people, and could only hope that the vibration of my questions had been adequate to pass the encoded light of Humanities salvation.

I left the city and headed across a bridge to a suburb that had exits to the interstates. I wanted to get into the forest, any forest and quickly.

Driving the winding highways, I began to let the anxieties of embodiment drift away, with the wind that was whipping through my hair. I needed to go find lodgings, re-fuel and attend to the hydration requirements of my body. Which I had begun to become uncomfortably aware of.

Water, some fruit, three map books, a burner phone, and a full tank of gas, I sat in the parking lot and worked at decipering an appropriate destination.

How can I best serve as many people as possible? I thought about it for a minute and opted for a homeless shelter run by a church in Albany. The onboard GPS, had an amazing array of tools for searching local area accommodations and services.

I found a page that had housing adds, cirlced a few contenders, and proceeded to call to inquire.

“Hello you have reached the Albion Apartments and Condo management, we are unable to take your call due to network issues with our communications systems. Please proceed to our offices to begin your application process.”

It had been a very long time since I had walked amongst humans, and things had descended either into utter chaos, or benign controls that over complicated the simplest of matters.

Finishing my snack, and guzzling a second bottle of water, my body tingled with thanks and the buzz of cellular activity brought on by this sorely needed nourishment. I wondered when she had last eaten, what was her name?

I had to release my curiosity and proceed with the basics of my arrival, food, check, housing, here I come.

I arrived at a stucco building painted a lovely neutral shade, stairs led me to a door marked Office, ring for service.

There was no answer, and now that I thought about it, no cars or activity that would suggest a busy real estate office. Testing the door knob, I found it open.

“That's strange”

I said out loud to myself.

“Hello? Is anybody here?”

I was met with only silence. The front counter stretched across the length of the room, there was a wall with various keys hanging there. Presumably for the onsite apartments. I jumped up on the counter and swung my legs over without a second thought.

I selected apartment 77, from the board, and quickly left the offices to find my lodgings.

I still had not seen a person, and was becoming mildly concerned that there would even be enough of a populace to pass the beacon too.

The apartment was an odd combination of middle America meets space station, with built in computer controls, and furniture from the 1930’s. Heavy oak armoires anchored the back of the space containing screens that activated to the touch, no hum of power or heat, impossibly quiet in their operations. I began to search the web for news articles, community adverts, or any other important information. Like where the hell are all the people.

We would need 1% of the remaining population to carry the beacon in order to initiate the regeneration cycles. And we needed to do it fast. Accessing the voice controls I asked

“Computer, what is the current population of Earth?”

“The current population of Earth is 104,000”

That couldn't be right, there had to be more...I wondered how many of us had arrived, but there were rules. Bridge the beacon, continuously until you meet another Bodhi, do not seek them upon arrival. The two may carry on together, until they meet a third, and a fourth, and so on. Encircling the Earth together until balance, abundance, and peace are re-stored. This was not work we took lightly, and it was not work that bore no danger...

The forces that brought humanity to this point were an unfulflillable abyss, bent on annihilation. I again repeated to myself,

“We have our work cut out for us, but I'm gonna take a shower first.”

I had a job to do, and knew faithfully, that my brethren was here, though I could not see them, or speak to them. They were here, bridging the beacon, beaming light onto all shadow; and we would meet one day not to long from now, in the radiance and glory of our missions.

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Sarah St. Erth

I invite each of you to act as a beacon of love and light in this world, and also to see the Bodhisattva that may reside in the most unexpected of places, and thank each being that has had the courage to be born on Earth while we align with our highest potential.

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