My non physical entity, Michel, for many years has come to me through trance states and awakened, audible, dimensionalized communication where he speaks to me in a conscious, awaked state during my interaction with others and through multidimensional out-of-body transference. This usually occurs during dream states and it is oftentimes during these dream states my etherial self bilocates to learn and experience that which the ancients would reveal to us. This is one of those recent experiences.

"Beneath the waters is the forgotten place that life emerged from. It is the home, the beginning, the source of your emergence forth. It was told many times but as it is known, it was known and Leonoria and the Lenorites came to build great cities that housed the archive of each individual soul from the moment it chose to re-emerge and about whom it chose to emerge as including their life, their deeds, their history and story, their loves and the sensations they felt during those times. But this was for a vastly different purpose than those of Atlantean times - those who knew flight and scientific advances, all in all before 50,000 B.C. in this Earth time, and those of Lemuria which was in and about the landmass you now know as Madagascar during the Pangea - when continents and ocean floors were moved and shifted in shape and size as a result of Earth plate movements."

"Once the large super-continent known as Pangaea was split into many pieces of various sizes resulting in different topographies. The Lemurians were lean, fine featured, small framed gentle people who self-reproduced, being of both genders. This occurrence began about 135 million years ago during what is known as the Jurassic period of Earth time. When the continents split the Lemurians adapted to the topography and climate of their new homes. Some were known to live throughout the Pacific Ocean Islands and others in the northwest part of North America, now being Canada and The United States, in mountain regions where they constructed temples that were not unlike those of Mayan construction from metals, stone and semi-precious stone."

This was the voice that I was used to hearing - the familiar voice of my guide, Michel. For every now and again I am visited by this being, this entity that has merged with my human consciousness.

"Such did exist and such still does exist. The Lenorites exist beyond the third dimension, but within it when those who watch and monitor cross over to the land above."

"These records are more, much more than the storage of facts and static information. They are living forces that can shape and change the direction of one's life, which in turn can affect the lives of many. They have a creative aspect to them. The Lenorite Records are written in the letter of that which was spoken during The Creation. They, the living records, co-create with the individual through what you perceive as God to alter the life path of the one individual, causing change at times when intervention is needed. These are vastly different than the Akashic Records." "The theosophy of The Lenorite Records is based in the belief that the action of the one can indeed have impact on the many, with or without purpose and intention if not recorded and guided to a higher-way of Universal Law and Cosmic Spirit. These records record that which exists beyond the limited perceptions of time."

"They see and record the actual occurrences and alternative realities that potentially occur all at once, making the individual whole. It is the totality of this awareness that lives out to make the dimensional reality that makes your life possible. If one of these lives or one of these dimensional realities dies or shifts without balance, then chaos occurs." "These records can be opened and within them the reality is found as well as the specific act that caused the imbalance and reality shift. There is so much to more to the questions you may want to ask than the answers you may not be willing to accept."

Here, where the tunnels lead deeply back to the land below and water flows with the force of life, stairs rise up and with solid foot the seeker finds entry to the hall. Within the great hall are columns honed from the stone face. Holding these up are images of men and women who support the weight on their shoulders. Seventeen align each side of the hall and at the end the vast sea is held back by some unknown force - a wall that neither encroaches nor gives way to the pressure. Light illuminates the lichen-covered wall, moist to the human touch.

Upon the white stone portico are stacks and shelvings of books bound by hand, gilded and ridged, reaching as high as the cathedral ceilings and covered in a light like no other, brilliant and soft with no sound but that of a soft breeze and the flutter of wings. The light emanates from the rock material itself. Upon its floor gems of various kinds and size, shells and grasses green, yellow and white flow in a current that streams through them, bending them to its will, or they giving of their will unto it.

A disembodied voice spoke and said, "Know this my dear child, it is not as you perceive and describe it for it is not within your knowing to understand that it is the current of time itself you see flowing before you - a life force that governs all within its stream and we stand at this moment just outside its reach." This disembodied voice was filled with a sense of truth and knowing. White doves spiraled around the interior of the record halls with butterflies of all thought of colors fluttering about and lighting upon branches of flowering scented limbs that extend forth, offering their sweet fruit.

A panther and cheetah roll and play, running off to preen and groom on top of rolls of hand-woven rugs piled against a wall of aged Babylonian relief. Mosaics of various periods of Earth history embrace the walls as if they had always been there, perfectly pleased with their silence knowing that there is a beauty like no other.

The voice manifested form and spoke to me.

"It seems odd to you to hear the thoughts of such things coming from that which you think is lifeless. But the creator, the human, the Earth-being gives life through its co-creative process of that which you think to be God and in doing this the energy of the once living organic material combined with the co-creative energy breathes life into all it makes." "The sense of this process is that each person sends their thoughts out to the universe as they have them and that they actually occur at some level, unknown to most, while realized by so few. Perhaps this occurrence is psychosomatic or manifested in a tormented mind, or the thought may bring peace and inner-calm but there is no sure way to know how the universe will interpret the human thought."

"The records kept within these archives are other than the Akashic Records. These have the ability to exist outside of time and upon opening, the moment that is needed and placed within the stream of time itself and can come to be known again and changed or altered with the knowing of what had been, changing the subsequent outcome of events, for even this there is power over. Here you will find dreams and truths, hopes and fears, realized lives and lost tomorrows."

Some of this I heard as an explanation in my mind with immediate knowing and recognition and then some was shared through dialogue. "We speak rarely of these things but the time is now to know that as we watch and wait you have the ability within you, each of you, to change that moment you react with thought to one that nurtures with great reflection. Each of you are much more than you perceive yourselves to be. Much more. Indeed. Spontaneity is an intuitive response that you are still learning. Like many, we lost our connection to the emotional aspects of individual uniqueness. Ours is the knowing of thoughts and feeling, sensations and aspirations. To truly live you must allow yourself the belief that you can live freely and unencumbered."

"You see, your varying thought can create and change your reality, adapting it to become more than it would and if you decide you do not like your path you can change it. You know when you need to do so. Chimes ring, bells foretell and signs are found for you to know that you are being reminded of how wonderful your life really is. There is but one wish and that is to hold in your hands that which has always eluded you. Is there hope? Yes, but only as much as you would believe. Deep within is that which lies outside the reach of that which you seek, hopingly to find."

I found myself questioning this and then I felt a hand on my shoulder, "What each of you want to find is nothing more than love and acceptance from others and from within yourselves. You have to want to be around those who are invested in your success and wellbeing. How many of you have been through the loss of a loved one or struggled through adversity, depression, anxiety and fear? How many of you have survived these moments and much more? And yet many of you still worry about, 'what if.' The illusions of fear, the anticipation of failure brings about exactly those things. When you realize that through all this and all this worry you are still here, you are still alive, then you may begin to realize that all this was for not and see the illusion for what it is."

The entity continued, "We gather you up deep within your sleep and bring to you the knowing of that which you sought and dared not believe. In your sleep your soul is free of its active mind that binds it through the brain you have within the physical being that is you, that you define as you within this life and it freely transfers from the limited physical self to the multi-dimensional soul and spirit learning, experiencing and communicating with that and those that your physical being is unable to incorporate into its wakeful truth. This is when you can realize the potential within yourselves."

Within the chamber the light shifted and so did the floor and bookcases and all that was within. "You see, you can see that which you believe in. When you see something you are seeing it through your thoughts, the mind's eye if you will." The floor became tiles, the bookcases came to life and they creaked with what one would think were growing pains. The stone statues reached up and came to life pushing the ceilings higher, fracturing them and allowing what seemed to be stars to fall through. As these living lights burst, life came forth.

Suddenly, saplings sprung up rich with life, sending forth vines that re-rooted, releasing sweet and spicy fragrances. The grand hall with its seahorse fountains was transformed as each seahorse turned, repositioning itself as if waking from a deep sleep. "Dear children, when you see with the eyes of innocence and true belief all is possible. What you have thought to be impossible becomes probable."

Now it seemed as if the truly transparent moved, becoming clearer and clearer. All about was motion. From nowhere figures became clear and defined as if the density of the very air formed tangible people - or what seemed to be people. Each individual entity was holding books. There were many books. Each book, as the pages were turned, left a trail of dazzling colors. One figure folded the book that was being referenced and bent over, picking up a carved wooden wing. As the being held the wing he or she seemed to be perplexed, then suddenly the being stopped and looking upward, stared.

The bookshelf towered above our heads to heights that the human eye could barely see. There seemed to be a carved gargoyle or winged lion on the top with its mirror image facing it. The one was missing its wing. The being lifted up, defying the gravity that held us to the patterned, tiled floor. The being and its white-lighted frame seemed to be part of the air, the air that was caressing the blossoms of the still-expanding vines.

When the being placed the wing in its place the lion reared up and roared at its mirrored image. Then suddenly, the image came to life. As they stretched out their legs the wood from the case splintered. The pair fell downward spiraling to the floor before us. During the fall the wood that was laden with thick carved lines giving the lions form changed to fur and of an increased size they came to rest on all fours just before our very feet. The male with his heavy dark brown furred mane threw his head up and down, bearing large white teeth while his female mate who was more slender stretched its forelegs and roared. Then suddenly, they reared up and ran off toward the hall that was lined with the seahorse fountains.

"All life comes into its own time and longs to be free. The very life of each person is no different. You each need to hear this." The beings, all busy charting, graphing and recording paid little or no attention to any of us that moved among them. The thought was nothing more than a glancing reference or bemusement about the reality of the moment - was it sleep or was it a dream?

"Everything is nothing more than how you think of it and about it. What is real and what is not real? Here we were not real. We were the intruders being shown these magical things for some reason and perhaps for no more reason than they can show some of us other truthful realities that are suspended by our own beliefs."

Is this place Leonoria and the Lenorites the seed of our civilization? "No, indeed not. This place has always been and will likely always be even after this planet ceases to be. In places that you consider dead there is still life. It is just that it is not at your level of dimensional awareness. It is all a matter of perspective." Near the Wall of See (which we so call as you can see into the stream of time), the sea water's wall of life currents, one of those with us began to change. The closer he approached the wall to look into the current that swiftly moved beyond our view the more he aged. I went to warn him, to pull him back and I felt the hand of one of the light beings that was walking past us reach out and hold me in place.

I felt a voice say, "As you knew the rules, as you are respectful, be so now and do not give cause to interfere in another's choices. Watch and learn." As I watched the man placed his hands palm out to test the invisible force that was holding back the sea. Suddenly he was on the other side, caught beneath the water within the current and aged. Then he was gone.

I heard the voice say, "Question not. You seek answers from your thought process which is defined by the limited experiences you have had in this life, but you are capable of going beyond that. You can reach into the reserve of knowledge that is deep within."

"Many focus on The Akashic Records which are an ongoing historic record of a life and that life's life-times. The Lenorite Records are based on the belief and the proven history of many lives - that one person, one life can make a difference in the lives of many people. It can turn the tide of events, it can improve the quality of life for societies and it can bring peace to where there was war. And by our visiting these records we can step in and redirect that one life at a specific moment in time to turn events when they seem most certainly directed toward your own destruction." It all seemed real. Was I sleeping, awake or in an altered state of awareness?

"You have to embrace your past to understand your future. It cannot be done in an easy and painless manner. What you lived and what you experienced that you want to dismiss painlessly lives on within you and impacts your everyday life. How could anything more than this be any more painful?"

"You have to feel your life and not reason it away with your rationality and your head. If you do not pay attention to your life and what events made you the way you are then you have limited hope for a better future." "Many minions and lost souls stagnate and waste time using their life for nothing more than existence and they are plentiful in your world. How empty to look back and wonder if you were capable of being more if only you took the chance, and then to consider that time has aged you and passed you by just like the dreamful ambitions you once thought."

"This is all well and fine for some and there needs to be those like the individual we just saw who was insistent on exploring that which he could not grasp and found himself consumed and lost in the current of time with no possibility of return. There are many who always know better. Just another lost soul. You need to know boundaries. You need to know how to expand those boundaries by increasing your own knowledge base and potential for success and to do this you need to understand how you became the person you are NOW. And you are wondering, is this a dream or is this happening? Is not one the truth of the other?"

"To CHANGE yourself on the inside, sometimes you need to change your out-ward appearance so when others see you they are confronted immediately with the person you are becoming. They may not know what to do with it, but that does not matter. What matters is if YOU know what you are doing with it. Then stay your course."

"What you are seeing here is the potential possibilities that dreams can offer the individual. All things began as dreams or thoughts. Dreaming is when the higher-self can show you your true path. Sometimes this is done through symbolism and sometimes it is done through sensation. But the reality is you have the ability to achieve anything you can conjure, dream, think of or desire and all you need is the drive and ambition. Self-motivation is the aspect of self that those who lead others have. It is not something you ask for, it is not something you ask permission for. Look here and tell me what you see."

A large book about 2 feet by 3 feet and at least six inches thick fell with a loud thump, lifting the dust from the floor leaving glittering flashes as it settled to its position. The embossed and tooled leather cover opened and a silent breeze turned the pages, opening to one page framed in scrolls and intricate lines that bordered an empty page. Looking into the page everything else seemed to disappear.

There was a static shock, a pull, a feeling of vertigo and then a yard appeared. A younger girl was in the yard of an older clapboard styled house with aged, peeling paint, lattice that wasn't secured to anything, bending away from the house as if it were trying to escape. Then a crack, crack, crack and cries of pain. The younger girl was being beaten with a wide strapped belt. Then the static feeling and sensation of vertigo came again. Now I saw a man who stood by a coffin of a woman, a woman in her twenties that passed early in her marriage. He clung to the coffin, tearful and remorseful, not knowing why this thing had happened. Then the laughter of children playing in an open meadow of tall, amber wheat. Again, the static sensation and darkness, then light, bright light, shock, fear, unknowing - a child was being born and then there was the familiarity of the great hall and the book which had laid on the floor being carried away by one of the light beings.

The voice asked, "What does this mean?" How could anyone know what it means? Then the voice said, "Use your feelings, not your mind." It was me. In each case it had been me - the younger girl, the boyfriend and fiancee who was powerless and the child being born, but to what type of life? "And this is very much the point of the process. At any point in one's life events occur that will make them or break them, events that will shape them to greatness or reduce them to nothingness." Again, another great book feel and as it fell its pages floated loosely around. There was a spinning sensation and the feeling of vertigo. An older woman, graying, in a neatly tailored outfit sat at a desk in a large office of glass.

A middle-aged man came toward her with a large stack of folders that needed her approval. As she viewed the folders she dismissed him and looked around the office at the awards and pictures of herself with politicians and celebrities. Because of the abuse she had suffered as a young woman she developed a business and then a non-profit that lobbied for profit businesses to hire, train and educate marginally placed women who had been abused, divorced or without skills. There was a flash of bright light and pain, such pain, and the body of a man laid on top of a bed in what seemed to be a hotel room. It was the fiancŽe of the younger woman who had passed. He was dead. His death was an accidental suicide from drinking and pills. And the child was as I am now and I was back standing in the great hall with soft winds passing through me, listening to the dull whirl of hummingbird's wings as they passed over me, pulling nectar from the trumpet vine.

The voice was calm and there I noticed others who were being shown books and experiencing what I had experienced. Some were crying, others were laughing and some just taking it all in without giving way to their emotion. It was, all and in all, one of those experiences you cannot fully define. The voice spoke, "It is this way, (the light-being's movements were more sudden as another sift occurred) each of you have many choices in each moment that you can make that can redefine your life as you know it. Being aware of the power of choice as directed through thought is significant, as significant as anything other single realization you could have."

Outside the sea wall, beyond the bending grasses that moved with the current of time, an underwater volcano erupted with glowing red lava flowing forth and empting itself over a deep crevasse. The voice went on to explain that this was a natural phenomena and that they, the Lenorites, had learned to harness that raw power to sustain their equipment. This was along the mid-Atlantic ridge with part of the interior ridgeline running deeply below the surface. It was like a giant geode, beyond conception, that held another great interior sea that was sustained by the Atlantic's waters. What were thought to be stars were actually the glistening of the crystal outcropping. They were so clear and pure that they reflected the light given off by a combination of the phosphorous lichen and the induced light their 'equipment' provided.

"Many times civilization has advanced on to see that the advances they had made were because they had been tainted by financial interest that had lobbied to get their palms, as you would say 'greased' without concern for the greater good of humanity. Life, you will come to find, is not about acquisition because in the end you all die and with time, your life and its accomplishments will be forgotten."

"Within your own history, ask yourself how many of you know the names of those who founded the towns you live within or those who built the home you live in. How about those who served as leaders of your countries or even who your great-grandparents were and what they did for a livelihood. And still you think it is about fame, about becoming legends which are doomed as they are designed to come to tragic ends and you think it is about wealth when in fact it is the smallest of things that you do that make you great - the helping of a neighbor who is in need, the unconditional love you give someone who is near you. It is how you touch the lives of others and how well you tend your own life. Look about here and see that all is in harmony as it is within nature."

"We have gathered information on all of humankind since the beginning of time. Time, itself, is a constant, fluid strand of energy that flows through all of life. It is ever ongoing because, as you see, it is still occurring. Even your life is still occurring at all its different stages as we speak. As you learn to move through some of your blockages you reincorporate that aspect of learned awareness into the other's dimensional aspects of yourself and upon your death in THIS third dimensional lifetime, your other selves that survive on other dimensional levels integrate those abilities, memories and characteristics that defined you here, within this third dimensional life, into theirs. This increases their ability to survive. This is why this planet has been and will continue to be for far beyond what you can project as it already has been and will continue to be. WE have seen that occur."

"Right now you are limited by your perspectives. This is why we come to you and to others to show and teach, to make the bi-noids aware that we guide those who will listen. You are still evolving and your very physicality is still developing. You see, within you, as within your universe, you are discovering the theories of expansion and growth. Indeed. Your own chromosomes are still developing and changing."

"What you know is so infantile about your own physical being that you still cut out that which you think is dis-eased or ill when cures are all around you, beginning with your lifestyles, your thoughts, and how you treat others for this speaks to how well you treat yourself." "There is a time for all things to be at their fullest and then come into season and pass, making way for others to have their moment and time."

The image faded and the voice seemed to grow distant. "Believe in this moment. There is no future. You can only live now. If you live in this moment and make good decisions, rightful decisions that are not based in the self, then you will truly know ease of being and wellness. Peace and calm. Contentedness and love."

I drifted back into my sleep and awoke. It was 3:30 AM. I sat up on the edge of my bed, putting my feet on the wood floor I felt a wetness. I flipped on the light and looking down I saw wet stride marks going across my bedroom floor and into the center hall. Recalling my experience I thought, how odd, yet these kinds of things have happened before when being shown other aspects of existence. So I went into the bathroom and took a hand towel and wiped up the water. It was true, I was awake and the floor was wet.

When you doubt that there is a world beyond this world remember it is only our perspective and the reaffirmations that we cling to with our moral awareness that limit us for this is no different and is just as real as the times we all have dreamed of deceased, departed loved ones and past life reunions, each established through our allowing God and the universal Christedness energy to show us the true, unlimited potential of life. Life is more than how we have been taught to view it, understand it and experience it. As our minds expand and our ability to grasp that we are souls that inhabit bodies, not physical bodies that cling to souls, we will be able to transcend our limited mortality and experience our affirmations of life that exists on many dimensional levels.