The Book of Origins

On May 17, 2009 in Santa Barbara California, inside a movie theater at the completion of watching the movie Angels & Demons at around 5:45 p.m., I saw a blue light in the shape of a sphere descending at the exit point where all people attending the movie would exit the theater. I thought the projector of the movie theater itself created the light. The sphere/orb descended and suddenly a man, tall, with dark skin, long hair in a pony tail, and a smile as white as the pristine clouds or the foam of the ocean, began speaking out loud to all in the cinema hall…and I began to listen. In the audience there was no one judging this man. We all were listening, all walking, and if thoughts of doubt came, they had absolutely no power in the presence of this radiant spirit. They dissolved like sugar in water. No one yelled words like “crazy”, or “be quiet”. No one dared. His message was different, his voice so familiar, his tone so safe, his exuberance that of a child. His posture and walk like that on sand, walking like bouncing, stayed firm in the theater and when it was my turn and Shivananda's to exit the hall, he began exiting as well. I began walking with him, just listening. Shivananda was behind, or did he begin walking with me? He kept looking at all, saying his words in absolute clarity. No one dared to look at him with judgment. Everyone was listening. There was moral authority coming from his voice, and beyond the sounds uttered by the words he carefully was choosing to speak, were rhythm, fluency and grace. The impeccability in action was transmitting a wave of unconditional freshness, newness and love in kindness, truth and simplicity for all. My mind never wondered, just listened. It felt so natural, so familiar to walk with this man, with this being, with this…master. Walking down the stairs, he glanced and directly talked to my eyes many times, like family, like knowing I knew. Yet I was not aware I was about to realize something about this radiant Indian man. This was his message: The Earth belongs to the Divine Mother. Be a follower not of what others desire you to believe or see, and the apparent projected screen of a distorted time. You do not own Earth. You are a guest, and humanity is a guest. Earth belongs to the Divine Mother. Be happy, do right, be the kind guest of the home you come to visit. Welcome to Earth. The Earth belongs to the Divine Mother. The only religion to follow, doctrine or truth, is what is inside here, inside your heart. A man interrupted and asked the radiant Indian man out loud: “Are you talking to yourself?” The Indian man answers with a bigger smile: “Of course I AM talking to myself! I AM one with you, I AM yourself.” He glanced at me one more time with a big smile, his eyes sharp as an arrow as he looked directly into mine. He walked like he was floating, as he proceeded to exit the movie theater. I kept following…no thought, just following the grace, the exuberance. And then as he walked and disappeared…I stopped, and then I knew. This man that I just walked with was BABAJI. When I first had the honor to see his form materialize back in India, more than 6 years ago now, I said to him with my thoughts: “Forgive me, I cannot look at you directly, for if I do I know I will leave everything.” He said: “The time will come.” And what better time than after watching a movie, after eating popcorn, in the least expected moment he, as always, fulfilled his promise. I knew deep beyond knowing (as I had been pondering how to introduce The Book of Origins) that this was the introduction of it. I knew I was requested to write this message and share with all. I feel, I know, I see…that all of these words would mean nothing without the grace of his presence. He said many years ago, not only to me but also unto many: One day the ascended masters will be able to come back and talk to you all in direct ways. One day this will begin to happen signaling ascension, signaling the dawn of love and peace. That day has come. It has arrived. The time is Now. I invite you not to believe, but to experience, not to condemn but to give yourself an opportunity to step outside the box of limiting beliefs, to reach a star that has never been reached and to open up for the grace and magic of this very moment. The Book of Origins is meant to inspire, not to sell new ideas, or create new belief systems. What if we had the capacity to restore humanity into harmony right now, and create the life, manifest the peace and the balance we strive for through the power of our thoughts, fueled by the power of the heart, while consciously committing to change our perspectives and projecting a reality of freshness and untouched pristine essence? May you create this moment as the sacred Origins of your life, through ever radiating loving presence as the One. Welcome to The Book of Origins, Ivonne Delaflor *********** THE 12 MASTER FREQUENCIES By Brother Gautama FREQUENCY 1111 The origins of creation...the true blueprint and origins of a master are found beyond the night and day. Where time that arises as a thief in the night with the blessings of unveiling the environment of attachment is received with the flexibility of true acceptance. As the master knows that when there is love there is no need for external stimulants whatsoever. The resonant frequency of the pure of heart, the true master will show itself by what she thinks. Thoughts of kindness, a thought of good wishes for mankind, and all sentient beings…oh sakyamuni! A steadfast focused mind on this attunes itself with the channels of the One itself. Wherein the venues to reach this mind of intelligence are approached by divine feminine realms. Where male treats the sacred feminine as a goddess. Where therein then the goddess treats the male as a sacred king. Thus analogies are present. The awareness arises that when the tantric energy is used only for purposes of temporal delight and release of sacred seeds without intent focus, it is an energy of the 3D realms of dense ways entrapping the mind in a matrix unseen…yet the master guides its intent towards vibration to rise in consciousness to be increased in pure intent when this sacred energy is used with purpose, determination and for transcendental awareness...with the mind steadfast in God. The mind of the master is found in the visual demonstrated actions where the male treats the female as goddess, as queen and not courtesan...even when the courtesan spirit may arise...to devotionally serve the energy. Thus a true warrior of the kind ways recognizes the gift in his hand to hold the divine feminine...the treatment towards her is absolute respect, and the approach like a gentleman, with grace and absolute elegant frequencies. Thus a master is born out of the divine feminine…where then, devotion frequencies arise to support the male in the manifestation of purpose, ending all rifts within this sacred part of the One. Thus he is called a master. External stimulants like in the frequency of the lower artificial realm, keep the mind trapped in the wanting of senses, even when intents may be higher, and the work may be on spirit. Addictions of illusions arise with this, veiling the nature of the master. The master doesn’t manipulate with his knowledge to reach the thousands. The master chooses every thought that is ingested in him...his energy, as the highest. She focuses her attention not on the famous pebbles that shine on the outside, yet are empty on the inside...instead she worships the rocks of spirit as the altar of creation and thus sees the sacred in all. Excuses have left his field. There is no “but” nor “tomorrow”. There is only the Now.