Experiences from 12-21 at 7 AM

Today after meditation on the black light of Creation/Source, I felt strong enough to continue with a retrieval within the ringed inner zone of the Afterlife Energy Ring. I am not sure if this is an accurate description, or where exactly Souls engaged in reliving their actions are quarantined. Or if this is a unique or dedicated area.
I do retrievals to the Afterlife Energy Ring following different types, colors, and textures of vibration/energy within the Gray zones. The Gray zones are waiting/staging areas for Souls in transition after death, and before they are directed or recovered by retrieval experts. It seems that when someone ends up in the Afterlife Energy Ring, they need to slowly become aware of who they are and where they are. This can take years or centuries.
The Black zone after the first ringed walls is anyone’s guess. What purpose does this resting zone serve? Why are there free-roaming entities watching for intruders? Who are these inner core Souls locked down for exceedingly long periods of time, and held within break-out proof thought forms? What could contain these Souls? None are new to this cycle; all are incredibly old and dangerous.
Tonight’s retrieval began with some stress and a bit of anxiety. I have been internally pushed to continue these dark zone deep dives. My work here is hard and short. I thought it best to get started, so I got set up and started the process of relaxing, focusing, and visualizing the plan for phase-outs from the meditation chair to the hallways of the dead. With a deep breath, I recreate each stopping point, focus energy on the intent to phase, take a breath, and while exhaling, feel the textures of the destination.
I finally completed each stop, and checked them out, particularly my café, Café Miranon, at the gateway between here and there. I like to check in and see if it is being used as a stop-by for traffic into and out of the Human Energy Systems. Five tables were occupied. Business was good. Great coffee—no charge! Then on to the Afterlife Energy Ring or as others describe, the City of Lights or the Park—the processing center for entering and exiting Souls. Everyone is in transition.
The Park is beautiful with a vibrant layout of plants, flowers, trees, and stone-pebbled walkways. There are stone benches to sit on, relax, and watch the back-and-forth of both residents and visitors.
On entering the Afterlife Energy Ring, I called out asking for four Helpers to help me with the retrieval work. They stepped forward, and I was happy No. 1 was there, always standing on my right, very protective.
He reminds me of a small dragon who perched, with cold tentacles touching my ear and mind, when I released it back to its home last year. I could not say goodbye to an ally who became a friend over hundreds of thousands of years. So, I asked him if he was willing to go fully into the Light. A big “no” came back. Its home was not a place of light. The next day he was gone, and I spent half a year healing my energy and physical bodies from where it perched.
I advised everyone this was a retrieval from the inner rings. They all knew the place. In earlier retrievals, a number had walked away, so I was glad these four remained. It must be a welcome addition to being in peace for a timeless period of consciousness. With our agreement settled, I asked Alphia for her blessings. These for me are a healing balm on the heart. Her transcendent Love is from a place or a location I can barely comprehend. I have only seen her twice, once in one of my first retrievals. The experience was like facing a brilliant sun whose rays neither burn nor wound.
I collected myself and phased into the Afterlife Zone. I have become so familiar with this sector that I had forgotten to check my energy shields or bring into reality the globe that is my passport to all regions/zones here (that I know of). The Afterlife Zone has no measure of depth or coverage. It is a clearing zone for other forms of consciousness. I was getting too comfortable with this place. It is dangerous and guarded. For some reason, I have permission to enter and stay a while. Energy availability and period of focus determine the length of the visit.
I started walking to the black zones, each a circle within a circle. On this trip, I was not attacked. Instead, the geography of the destination kept shifting. A straight-on trip became a curve to the left. Lights and geography changed again and again. Finally, I asked No. 1 to keep pointing the way. She was not confused or distracted as I was. I made a mental note to chat with her about her background. My deepest sense was this would not be welcomed, and at best attacked. I would keep it in mind and eventually, I would find out.
These changes in location and topography continued and No. 1 kept giving me course corrections. I arrived at the retrieval’s location, somewhat fatigued from this shifting reality. I walked to the retrieval and saw that again the tomb/cage was in the ground. I pulled back the cover and was surprised to see a very tall, well-built male, about 8 to 9 feet tall, clothed in warrior’s gear. He was in pristine condition, aware of me, eyes open tracking my face. His skin coloring was a smooth, glossy black, with a luminous texture.
There was no emotion, surprise, fear, or anything that showed on his face. I lifted the globe passport and he nodded. I slowly reached down and pulled him up. He was a bit unsteady. I asked him his name and he replied, in some language, “Zyon” or “Sion.” I knew he was of an angelic house—a Luciferian who had been captured and imprisoned. (I have yet to see or hear of a Soul facing permanent extinction for any action. Isolation seems to be the go-to answer to separate those undergoing restructuring.) My sense of him was he had been awake since before human consciousness was implanted in the earth. He had been imprisoned for a long time.
Then I looked left and saw a potential retrieval. Her number was correct. I would not release my gentle hold of the angelic being. I could sense he did not like being touched by a lower-frequency soul. With nothing to say, I kept contact and what I felt was control. Now, how to retrieve a second soul?
I moved the globe from my left hand to the right hand while lightly holding Zyon’s arm. He did not seem a danger to me or in a rush to escape. He was either disoriented over time or he remained actively linked to his house members. I do not know for sure.
I reached down and pulled the energy covering from the second retrieval. She also was tall, with a striking face, almost beautiful, dressed as a warrior and a priestess. She was awake as well. These were two noticeably big surprises for me. I reached for her, and she took my hand. No issues there. The place was incredibly quiet and it felt like the air was holding its breath. I decided to get out of there as quickly as possible. I stopped, focused, and shifted to the City of Lights. I appeared there and waited for the recovery volunteers to take these two to their next destination. Neither looked at me and clearly, something else was on their mind. I hope it was not reshaping or loss of identity. I would be surprised if either one would accept this after their healing and restoration.
I thanked the team and phased back to the meditation chair. Sleep would be welcome at least until the alarm clock went off. I found this all very weird.