When the experienced Fleet teacher Mikael gets himself tested,
it's by double editions of one Sarcha. Sounds wacky? It's nothing
against how comical it is to hang out with multiple Sarchas from
different times.
Incomer
Sarcha is my newest incomer. She's not used to her capacity yet, she
has it but getting rid of input social norms and assertions takes
many years. She unfolds in the sense of a flower and a cabbage. Yes,
so she's a blooming heart with everything in it and a head that has
lots of unread written pages
like leaves she
hasn't unfolded yet. It's an art to find what you know before you
know it. Remembering the future is a challenge. That's what I help
her with. Courage and madness she herself has.
Parallel Selves
Sarcha has her own way of spending time with her parallel selves.
Even though a parallel self is part of your self through the ages,
you can hang out with them and be one with them too. Sarcha spends
time with them and the one of Sarcha's part-selves that I've gotten
to know the most is an incredibly eager dark angel. Lively and frisk
as my light angel I wrote about in the book: "How angels want to
be understood".
My old life
I have been a representative of the United Fleet's educations on
Earth. This means that I have been involved in educating
on the Fleet Telepathy Test. You are are given 5 different
information points.
Nothing shall be lost, added, distorted or interpreted. That means 20
possible errors on 5 points. It’s
impossible for them to know about it beforehand. I pretend
like nothing and then they sit there and wonder afterwards why I'm
comparing to a sheet I wrote at the same time.
Sarcha's angel self makes me languid
My challenges I get from that wing kid are like being subjected to
that test again. Each time, too. Suddenly, Sarcha can say over the
phone that she (the angel that is) wants to say a few words. Yes, I
can listen to that, I thought, and thought Sarcha would say them for
her. But nope! What does the downy miss do if not come over to me to
tell me while Sarcha waits quietly on the phone for her to finish
telling me. Do I hear anything? Not one iota, I've got exam
fright!
Dread for answers
Thus, switching to listen to an
angel is a completely different communication. You need to be in
rhythm with their wings. Be prepared for their pictures, their
lack in experiencing
time etc. Oh, what do you do then? Tells it like it is. I haven't
heard anything but... And now we come to the trick... Starting
without the slightest hint telling her what the wings said. And what
do I get? The exam answers right after by Sarcha because she sees if
her angel nods her head happily smiling or not, for every single
point of information I tell Sarcha. Sigh!
Charming relation
I prefer graduates who don't put me in exam roles like that but
instead conveniently present the answers to me. But I must not
complain, they have a charming relationship, human-Sarcha and
wing-Sarcha. And so, for example, I can enjoy smiling at hearing the
dilemma of having a super-eager angel-self lying next to her, who
wants so much on their shared night mission that you can't fall
asleep. Lucky I don't have video calls on when she tells me. My smile
wouldn't fit wirhin
the screen. I
like her-them-both just as much, and yes, all the others of her I
don't know as well yet.
The missions
I can't tell you about her missions unfortunately. Not now but along
the way you will get a picture of what Sarcha is up to. Just a little
apropos, talking to yourself and getting good answers isn't so bad.
Sarcha does it daily. And rightly so. Her answers come from her own
futures. Of course they are different and have different knowledge,
they have different bodies and are from different parallel times. But
the Sarchas don't notice what I notice: Their charming personality is
clearly noticeable through them (her) all. Now I'll leave it to
Sarcha to tell you about herself:
Sarcha's story
I have worked closely with
Mikael here on Earth since May 2020. He knew who I was, but I didn't
know who he was. And, of course, thought I just "happened"
to find him while searching for a book. The first contact was a
"Hello from me!", along with a picture of a small lizard
with big eyes peeking out from behind a leaf. The picture is as
telling as his pictures always are, with humor and simplicity, he's
kind of a little shy and doesn't want you
to see all of him...
yet. Since that day, he has been preparing me in little baby steps up
to this day. My appearance. To tell you about my existence and what I
do.
Over time, I have learned to
really listen to what Mikael says. He is
his parallel
selves, from time to time when he needs to, and
his voice changes a
little bit and I listen extra carefully. If he notices that I'm being
dragged into the wrong mindset, he's using the parallel
selves,
it's very effective. I stand
like in attention,
every time and he makes me understand. Everyone wakes up in their own
way. In the way Mikael
has given me knowledge during this time, he has made it possible for
a gentle awakening in me. He has guided me into dealing with my
part-selves.
And then when my dark angel got the chance, she flew over to talk to
Mikael
herself.
On board
the United Fleet,
we know each other through my other parallel
selves. One is a nature
being, which with her
approximately 50cm is reminiscent of a large
pixie that is as quick
to fill pint glasses
as she is happy to dance. When I see her behind the bar counter, it's
like standing in a normal-sized inn, it's like I've shrunk myself.
This girl rarely sits still and always has something going on. But
when Mikael is visiting, she too can sit calmly and listen to what
he is telling.
In one of the futures, I also
have a parallel self
that is what you call scribe, she usually sits with her sister, when
she writes the time in the future. So do I here, along with my dark
angel. I have a place at home where we usually sit when we "write
time". One day I
felt like redecorating
that room, but, no, that I
could not, she said. Why
not? That particular location is paired (like two portals) with their
location aboard the Fleet. I'll try to explain.
When I sit at home on Earth and write with my dark angel, it is
written at the same time by one of my parallel
selves on the
United Fleet. When what
is written here is simultaneously written there, in the future, the
future is written and rewritten by the past. When the common future
is rewritten, it comes closer to ours and in this way we are written
together. Like two chronicles side by side closing to become one. It
is noticeable when what I have written here "has gone through",
then she can e.g. give me a picture of people toasting in the small
cozy servings on board, and I get confirmation that I have done the
right thing. We speak to each other in pictures and feelings.
My dark angel and I are
together every day, and night. In the evening we kind of have an
ingrained routine, we watch a series or a movie and we take turns
choosing what to watch. We can sit there until late, and when it's
time for me to get ready for the night, she usually goes away for a
while to come back just as I turn off the bedside lamp. Then we say
good night and then we start talking about what our nightly mission
will be about. In the morning, she is often off on hers, until it's
time to make the bed, because then she wants to join in and then we
usually talk about how the mission went.
During the day, I often sit in
that special place and write, and next to me sits my dark angel. But
it's not just us, several other members of the group are also
involved in this important work, they are all equally involved. One
day while I was sitting with my writing, I was so hungry for ice
cream, so I went out to the freezer and was going to take out the ice
cream... there was none. Okay then, I said, we'll have to settle and
take it later. Back at the desk, my dark angel is raving about that
ice cream, and I say we'll get more home later. Then I start
sneezing, and again, and again. I run sneezing out to the bathroom
for paper, and realize that she's been joined by one of my other
part-selves,
a gray angel... who happens to be an expert at tickling
me in the back of my
nose (with her wing)
when she wants my attention. Okay then, I bike
down to the store right away, for
ice cream. Part-selves
definitely have their own will even though we in the soul are really
one.
Sometimes my dark angel needs to go away on something important, and
she always tells me beforehand. The first time it happened, it felt
empty when she wasn't here, and I thought about how long she would be
gone. Only half an hour later she came back, and I asked what she had
had time to do during that short
time. Among other things, she had been to a long meeting with others
from her home and they had worked out agreements regarding space
travel. I mentioned this to Michael and he explained that half an
hour for us can be about two weeks out there, depending on which
plane you are on. Yes, nowadays it is nothing strange, this with the
different times. But my parallel
selves and I can't wait for us to share time together.
In the way that I and my
parallel selves
from different times work together, we undermine for all
hindering villains.
We search, find, investigate and expose.
With combined force, i.e. me with several parallel
selves, we are spot on.
Our gazes go through dimensions from complementary directions and
illuminate what wants to be hidden. I see the whole picture, and make
my way behind the veil. The more resistance I get, the closer I
understand I've gotten. And the more I unveil,
the weaker the actor becomes. Gods and actors in the cosmos prefer to
be hidden. Because then they can control and influence without anyone
understanding what is happening. By exposing their activities behind
the scenes of the dimensions, they are undermined. This is only
possible when you work on several planes
at the same time and for that you need collaboration between the
part-selves.
Justice is a common thread in
me through all my parallel
selves. What drives me
is equal value to all beings in the cosmos. My group
of parallel selves are
represented in lots of different times and in lots of places, in all
zones, light, gray and dark. With wings and without, with tail and
with fins, with branches and, yes, they all look different. That's
what I call diversity and they all have an equal right to exist and
be happy. They are all parts
of me, multidimensional
Sarcha. Now I am facing my new challenge, to be public for the first
time as a human
and with what I work with.
