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Arcturus Remembered is the introduction to the book The Arcturus Probe and contains a timely message for everyone on Earth today.
Arcturus Remembered: A Crystal Earth Network Projection
“Poises Arcturus aloft morning and evening his spear.”
—Hafiz, To the Shah
“Canst thou guide Arcturus with his sons?”
Called by the Chinese Ta Kio, the Great Horn, Arcturus was highly esteemed as the “palace of the emperor,” corresponding to the purple, or Forbidden City of Beijing, the northern capital of Greater China. This provides an important clue regarding the critical influence and role Arcturus plays in the evolution of this planet and of the total star system of which Earth is but a single member.
Arcturus, “Guardian of the Bear” because of its relation to Ursa Major, is the name given to the star system some 37 light years from our own, and which includes at least a half dozen planetary bodies. As such, Arcturus is many times larger and much older than our own star and its system. Arcturians, incidentally, refer to our star as Velatropa 24, and to our planet as V.24.3.
Arcturian involvement with our own star system began over three million years ago when a space colony—a galactic way station—was established on Velatropa 24.4, otherwise known as Mars. At that time V.24.4 was in a high warm cycle with abundant atmosphere, oceans, rivers and verdant land masses. The Martian colony represented the first major Arcturian experiment outside of the native star system. Needless to say, the means of reaching Mars as well as the manner in which life was propagated there were far in advance of anything that most of us on Earth can yet dream of. Suffice it to say that Mars was deemed a suitable experimental site precisely because, aside from vegetation and microorganisms, there were virtually no advanced life forms native to the planet. The implanting of higher life forms was a carefully considered task: first, to get proper readouts on the planet’s atmosphere—its consistency, chemical composition, and suitability for congenial, harmonic life experiences. Then, to select genetic models capable of swift advancement so that a process that sometimes takes several billion years could be encapsulated in a formula that would unroll in a mere thirty to forty thousand years.
With its 40,000 year warm cycles, Mars provided the perfect experimental way station for such a project. If anything went wrong, at least those on the Arcturus system would not be affected—or so it was thought. For some of those in command of the Martian project had not carefully enough considered the inexorable efficacy of karma, the law of cause and effect. But even in Arcturus at that time, rare were the ones who could remember anything that had occurred some 40,000 years prior to the present thought-moment.
And so, by the time strange events began to transpire on Mars, V.24.4, little did anyone on Mars, or on Arcturus, for that matter, reckon the strange consequences of forgetting about each other’s mutual existence.
Thus unfolds the tale of the Arcturian experimental way station, V.24.4, Mars.
Now, this is precisely how it happened—the Great Forgetting.
Two magnificent kingdoms there were: Elysium and Atlantis. While Elysium was governed by the north magnetic pole and its driving constellations directed by fair Arcturus, Atlantis was governed by the south under the directorship of far Antares. While Atlantis resembled nothing so much as a tiara of brilliantly gleaming emeralds floating in the froth-tipped caps of the Sea of Sirens, Elysium, its azure irrigation canals creating cellular slash lines within a major circular shipping canal, lay to the west of Amazonis and Mesagaea, and to the north of wild Zephyra—whence emanated the summer monsoons.
Beyond Zephyra, far to the south, stretched the great tropic waters of the Sea of Sirens, its mysterious breezes wafting signals and harmonic hums from the bustling island towers of Atlantis.
Now, at this time, when Mars had been perfectly tamed and cultivated by the Arcturian experiment, and thus presented to the solar system Velatropa a shining example of the possibilities of higher evolved life forms, it so happened that Martians—for they no longer considered themselves products of an Arcturian experiment—thought themselves powerful enough to control the very cosmic force that had brought them into existence. Of course, if they hadn’t forgotten that they were the felicitous result of an Arcturian experiment, and if the Arcturians hadn’t forgotten this worthy experiment—for indeed, that is precisely what had occurred on fair Arcturus—none of this would have happened. But now it shall be told.
What happened on Mars was ultimately not even for the Martians to control, for it actually occurred as a consequence of differences existing between Arcturus, the Hyperborean connection, and the Hyperaustralian connection, Antares—the Azure Dragon of the Chinese, called by Ptolemy the Rival of Mars, so prominent to us in the constellation Scorpio.
Though it had been the Arcturians who had originally seeded V.24.4, Mars, those from Antares did not establish communication with the Martian colony until some 30,000 years into the experiment. Naturally, the Antares connection was more dominant in the Southern hemisphere, while gradually the influence of Arcturus, unwittingly and unconsciously, came to be concentrated in the Northern. Thus it was at the time of critical passage, 40,000 years after the inception of the experiment. Those who should have known better, on both Arcturus and Antares, were asleep at the controls. The Great Amnesia notwithstanding, Elysium, with its hanging gardens and pyramidal towers inset with crystals throughout, came to be known as the seat of the Hyperborean Order of the Arcturian Banner, and Atlantis, her crystal reflection dishes gleaming and turning ever so slowly in the paradisal Sea of Sirens, was known throughout Mars as the seat of the Hyperaustralian Order of the Banner of Antares.
Whether it was Moab or Eden, Thamasia or Thyle, the verse was known and sung:
Set like a jewel in the Sea of Sirens
Atlantis by Antares ruled
Rides crystal waves
That set the blazing sun atremble;
Elysium by Arcturus schooled
Ringed bright with pools
Blows winds of healing light
‘Cross Aethiopis, Isis, and brimming Arab fields…
Indeed, by the time Elysium and Atlantis vied for power, they were virtually the only kingdoms left on ill-fated Mars. Elysium’s trade routes and power centers created a glistening crystal network that stretched across the great northern continent of Borea. From Tharsis and Xanthe, Utopia and Uchronia, legions of Boreans made their way to Elysium to pay tribute to the Great Crystal Receiver set high atop the Central Pyramid in the midst of the once-placid Elysian Fields.
Meanwhile, in the south, across the Great Australian Sea ways, Hasperia, Trinacria, Cimmerium, and, of course, magnificent Siren, brightly decked sea vessels, their sails billowing, their quartzite obelisks gleaming on the prow, made their way to proud Atlantis.
Into this tranquil situation two ominous tendencies arose, casting ever longer shadows across the wind-swept seas and fields of Mars. To the north there were the gradually encroaching Red Deserts, while to the south there were the “yellow pools,” increasing numbers of stagnant sea lanes. Deserts so hot that during the day no creature dared venture forth; so cold at night that even the stars seemed to freeze in their tracks. And in the sea lanes foul odors arose in murky yellow vapors spelling certain death for whoever would enter them. Though it was becoming obvious to some that these were occurrences natural to the overall Martian environmental cycle, to certain low-minded individuals close to the central seats of power, these events were presumed to be the work of nefarious agents in the opposite seat of power. Especially was this true in Antares-hallowed Atlantis, where a disquieting level of panic had begun to set in among the populace. The Yellow Sea plague, as the disturbing odors were referred to, was a form of microbe warfare engineered by the Elysians—so the rumor spread throughout Atlantis, even to the ruler himself.
This ruler, Lord Pelagus VII, dissatisfied with his own inability to understand this threat to his and his kingdom’s well-being, allowed himself to be swayed by a few members of his privy council, namely the Lord Chancellor of the Seas, Poseidonis Iambrichus, and his ally, the Lady Thalassa Chrysalis, Minister of Floriculture. With information secreted to them by a Commander in the Crystal Molecular Transform Council, a newly established order within the Greater Order of Artisanship and Communications, Lady Thalassa and Lord Poseidonis conferred with Pelagus VII.
And this is what information and advice the duo imparted to the king.
In the Hyperborean Sea, just this side of the North Polar receiving station, lay an Elysian laboratory in which artificially created cells were imprinted with a particularly deadly cosmic radiation pattern. As these infectious cellular tissues formed into organisms, they got treated to a form of crystal heat transduction that fused the individual cells into cancerous microbe colonies. These colonies were then smuggled into southern ports and randomly deposited into various of the shipping lanes to wreak their havoc deep beneath Atlantean waters.
Appalled and horrified at such a story, the Lord Pelagus VII asked what could be done about it. The two court intriguers replied that with the information given them by the Commander of the Crystal Molecular Transform Council, a laser-ray delivery system could be quickly established so that with but a single instantaneous, precisely directed ray, the laboratory and all of its contents could be easily dematerialized.
And so began the Great Conflict. Within months, Atlantean Molecular Transform Stations, some even located aboard sea vessels, others carried aloft on aircraft, had begun directing the deadly rays at key points within the Hyperborean kingdom of pyramid-studded Elysium. Stunned beyond belief, the Elysian hierarch, Solis Solonis, hastily and haplessly retaliated, much to the profound consternation of his key ministers who had advised vehemently that such a course of action would only worsen the situation of the planet’s deteriorating climatic conditions.
All such advice, however, was too late. Within a year’s time of the initial devastating outburst of crystal ray warfare, it was becoming ever more obvious that the climatic deterioration of the planet was irreversible. Worst of all, one day after the solstice celebrations, the great volcanic mountain, Olympica, burst forth with horrendous activity as it lifted itself miles into the Martian stratosphere. The eastern regions of once-lush Amazonis were scorched and burned, while the tremors of the awakening volcano were so great that even in Atlantis, far to the south, the crystal dishes shook, and even a few fell shattering to the ground with devastating results. Panic and anarchy swept through the Atlanteans like a virulent fever. Oracles came out to pronounce certain doom on all inhabitants of the planet.
The final stroke, however, came from the Great Freeze engendered by the thick volcanic cloud that kept the sun at bay. Were it not for this cloud however, the end would have come even sooner, for the intensity of the blast from Olympica had rent a great tear in the already feeble magnetic field of Mars—a tear that rendered the planet defenseless from incoming cosmic rays and debris. Already a great increase in meteoric showers had begun to occur, and across the planet, new volcanoes began pushing up in a bewilderingly random manner.
By now the ruling group in Atlantis had lost all civility. Gripped with insane fear and paranoia, they determined to lash out with a final blast to the very heart of Elysium, thus ending forever any possibility of what the Atlantean leaders referred to as further Elysian counter-insurgency raids and geomagnetic counter-attacks. Thus was unleashed the ultimate weapon: a thermonuclear device that could be detonated with but a single hair-trigger ray from the deadly Molecular Transform Dematerialization Device.
Within months, beneath fiery dark skies, while red dust-driven winds howled through the once great cities of Elysium and Atlantis, the dreaded Atlantean plan was ready for execution. Smuggled into Elysium by a double-agent team posing as an emergency agricultural exchange commission, the D-Day Devise, as it came to be called, arrived in the great courtyard of Solis Solonis. No one thought to examine the six traveling trunks of the emergency agricultural exchange commission. Nor did anyone care to examine the inner contents of the gift presentation statue of the Elysian messenger god, Thothis, the lizard-headed one, a magnificent looking piece apparently cut from a rare kind of nephrite into which jasper adornments had been inset. Pleased with such a gift, Solis Solonis himself placed it upon the Great Altar before the Master Crystal, a replica, so it was told, of the Crystal Mirror introduced by the great ancestor god, Arctur Arcturis.
While the emergency agricultural exchange team met with high Elysian dignitaries, a small but highly concerned group of Elysians came together to discuss their knowledge of current events. Impelled by what to them was certain disaster, they gathered themselves for the purpose of ascertaining what might be the best form of behavior for such a climate of imminent doom. Though they had caught wind of Atlantean plans for developing the thermonuclear device, none of this group had an inkling that the device had already made its way into the innermost court of Elysium, placed there by the king himself. Nonetheless, each of this group, to a one, knew that the combination of fear and madness gripping the populace of both Atlantis and Elysium, the highly inhospitable weather patterns that were now the norm, and the effects of warheads and crystal death-rays, had already eliminated planet Mars as a base of further evolutionary development.
This self-selected group of some 40 members divided into two almost equally adhered-to solutions. The one group of 20 members determined to honor the Great Planet by going into a concentrated form of group meditation in order to create the thought power to transmit everything that had ever been good in the history of Mars—whether from Elysium or Atlantis—to the cloud fields and life banks of the neighboring planet, V.24.3, popularly referred to as the blue planet because of its soothing, azure glow. Indeed, so respected was the glow of the blue planet, that is was not uncharacteristic of even the most modest of Martians to speak proudly of the fact that in their horoscopes they had this planet, known to us as Earth, ascending.
To facilitate their meditation, this group, known as the Quartzite Quietists, used a single crystal to focus their thought forms and transmit them to the blue planet. And this they continued to do until the tumultuous day the Blast of Death ripped through the city of Elysium, silencing it forever and unloosing a wave of massive planetary cataclysms that sent proud Atlantis tumbling down, and extinguishing at last all life on hapless and unfortunate Mars.
But before the final fiery-red-lashed silence set in, the other group, known as the Arcturian Activists, set off for the far eastern side of the city of Elysium and, from high atop the surrounding pyramids, with well-placed crystal lasers, marked the surface of the Great Founder’s Mesa with a vast portrait of the great ancestor god, Arctur Arcturis himself, looking skyward to his home, O lost and fair Arcturus…
“Incinerated.” That’s how the report came into the Arcturian Command Central when they analyzed the radio crystal information signals coming from the Velatropa system. A very similar report was also received in Antares.
Within a matter of days, the V.24.4 Information Report was out. Experiment Self-Destruct, it came to be called. Smitten with shame and horror at having left something go so long unattended, the Arcturians were prompted to undertake a massive review and reform of all Galactic Expeditionary Forces.
Finally, after exhaustive analysis including surveillance of both V.24.4 and V.24.3, now known respectively as the red and blue planets, it was determined that in humble respect to everything that had ever been good or decent in the Martian Experiment, the blue planet should be much more cautiously and intelligently supervised. For there, unlike on Mars, a great variety of life forms had been developing naturally over several billion years. Through their intuitive receptors, the more advanced entities of the blue planet had received the Martian-Elysian-Atlantis-Antares memory implants, and, for better or worse, these implants were now crystal-bonded into the total recollection system of the blue planet. For this reason alone, all later development of the blue planet deserved continuous surveillance from the Arcturian Missions.
Furthermore, it was determined in the highest Arcturian councils that experiments as grossly manipulative as implanting entire life forms on an unsuspecting planet, as had been done on Mars, should be discontinued in favor of more subtle, synchronously receptive means of monitoring. This much was learned from the Antares Experiment, which focused purely on means of communication. The chief means for effecting this more subtle light-system of communication would be through the focusing, amplification, and intelligently directed seventh ray, the violet emanation. In other words, this ray would be singled out for transmission of periodic communications to the blue planet. In turn, those who got this ray could reciprocate communication in like or suitable manner.
Most significantly, it was foreseen that there would be karmic consequence of the Martian Experiment manifesting at some future, undetermined point in the evolution of the blue planet—a kind of “repeat performance.” All of Arcturian understanding was to become concentrated on this future point, so that when the conditions ripened for the repeat performance, the Arcturian agents this time would not be asleep, but standing ready, as it were, at their Violet Command Crystal Way-Stations.
This in brief is a summation of information known as Arcturus Remembered. It is called a Crystal Earth Network Projection because it is the result of a memory release of the initial meditation implant projected as a crystalline thought form from the red planet to the blue planet, transmitted so many lifetimes ago.
Read it, dear Earthling, and ponder the rising tide of events around you. It is not too late for further wakefulness and recollection.
6.13.84. Full Moon. 38 AH.
Filed by Pan Agent 24.