*Note - This is a fictional story based on true events*
I have always been fascinated by the mysteries of the universe, the secrets of the ancient civilizations, and the possibility of contact with extraterrestrial beings. That’s why I decided to join a group of like-minded explorers who were planning to do a CE-5 meditation in Kerrville, Texas. CE-5 stands for Close Encounters of the Fifth Kind, a term coined by Dr. Steven Greer, a pioneer in the field of UFO research and disclosure. CE-5 is a protocol that uses consciousness, mediations, and intention to initiate peaceful contact with extraterrestrial intelligence.
We arrived at a secluded spot near the Guadalupe River, surrounded by trees and hills. We set up our camp and prepared for the night. We had a telescope, a laser pointer, a radio, and a camera to document our experience. We also had a speaker to play the CE-5 meditation guide by Dr. Greer, which would help us relax, expand our awareness, and send a signal to the star beings that we were ready to communicate.
As the sun set, we gathered in a circle and started the meditation. We followed Dr. Greer’s voice as he instructed us to breathe deeply, release our fears, and connect with our inner light. We then visualized ourselves leaving our bodies and traveling through the solar system, the galaxy, and beyond, until we reached the edge of the universe. There, we encountered a vast and luminous consciousness, the source of all creation. We felt a surge of love and joy as we merged with this cosmic mind. We then asked this mind to guide us to the extraterrestrial beings who were willing to meet us and share their wisdom. We imagined seeing their faces, their eyes, their expressions, and their emotions. We felt a sense of curiosity and respect for these beings, and we invited them to join us on Earth. We then returned to our bodies, feeling refreshed and energized.
We opened our eyes and looked at the sky. It was dark and clear, with millions of stars shining brightly. We scanned the horizon for any signs of movement or anomalies. We also listened to the radio for any unusual sounds or messages. We waited patiently and hopefully, knowing that the contact could happen at any moment, or not at all. We trusted the process and the outcome.
After about an hour, we noticed a faint glow in the treeline, about a hundred yards from our camp. It looked like a small ball of light, hovering above the ground. It was white, but it changed colors every few seconds, from green to blue to purple to red. It seemed to pulsate and flicker, as if it was alive. We were stunned and excited. We grabbed our laser pointer and flashed it at the light, hoping to get its attention. To our surprise, the light flashed back, mimicking our pattern. We repeated this several times, and each time the light responded. We realized that we were communicating with an orb, a manifestation of extraterrestial energy.
We decided to approach the orb, slowly and cautiously. We walked towards the treeline, keeping our laser pointer on the orb. The orb did not move away, but rather seemed to welcome us. As we got closer, we saw that the orb was about the size of a basketball, and it had a complex and beautiful pattern of geometric shapes on its surface. We also felt a warm and gentle presence, as if the orb was a friendly and intelligent being.
We reached the orb and stood in front of it, in awe and wonder. We felt a connection, a bond, a rapport. We tried to speak to the orb, using words, gestures, and emotions. The orb seemed to understand us, and to reply in its own way, using light, sound, and vibration. We felt a mutual exchange of information, ideas, and feelings. We learned that the orb was from a distant star system, that it was part of a larger group of orbs, and that it was on a mission to explore and observe different worlds. Also, learned that the orb was curious about us, our planet, and our culture. We told the orb about ourselves, our history, and our dreams. We also told the orb about the Payaya tribe, the original inhabitants of the land we were on, and their name for the San Antonio River: Yanaguana, meaning "The Place of Refreshing Waters."
The orb seemed interested and intrigued by our stories. It asked us to follow it, to show us something. We agreed, and followed the orb as it flew deeper into the woods. We wondered where it was taking us, and what it wanted to show us. We trusted the orb, and felt a sense of adventure.
After a few minutes, we reached a clearing, where we saw a large wooden cross, standing in the middle of a circle of stones. The cross was old and weathered, but still intact. The orb flew to the cross, and touched it with its light. The cross lit up, and we heard a voice, coming from the cross. It was a man’s voice, speaking in Spanish. It said:
"Greetings, my children. I am Father Antonio de Olivares, the founder of the Mission San Antonio de Valero, also known as the Alamo. Iam here to tell you the story of Yanaguana, the sacred land of the Payaya people, and the birthplace of San Antonio."
We were shocked and amazed. We recognized the name of Father Olivares, the Franciscan priest who established the first mission in San Antonio in 1718, with the help of the Payaya Indians. We knew that he was buried at the Alamo, along with other missionaries and soldiers. We wondered how his voice was coming from the cross, and how the orb was connected to him. We listened, as the voice continued:
"I came to this land in 1709, with a group of soldiers and settlers, looking for a place to build a new mission. I met the Payaya people, who lived in a village called Yanaguana, by the river. They were friendly and hospitable, and they welcomed us to their land. They taught us their language, their customs, and their beliefs. They told us that Yanaguana was a sacred place, where the spirit of the water dwelled. They said that the water had healing and purifying powers, and that it was a gift from the Creator. They also told us that they had erected this cross, as a sign of their respect for the Creator, and for us, their new friends. They said that they had learned about the cross from another group of Spaniards, who had visited them before, and had told them about Jesus Christ, the Son of God. They said that they believed in Jesus, and that they wanted to learn more about him. They asked us to teach them, and to baptize them. We were overjoyed, and we agreed. We decided to build our mission here, next to the cross, and to name it San Antonio de Padua, in honor of Saint Anthony of Padua, the patron saint of lost things. We thought we had found our lost paradise, here in Yanaguana."
The voice paused, and we heard a sigh. We felt a sadness, a regret, a pain. We sensed that the story was not a happy one, and that something had gone wrong. We asked the voice, what happened next? The voice resumed:
"We built our mission, with the help of the Payaya people, who became our allies and converts. We taught them our religion, our language, and our skills. We also taught them how to farm, how to raise cattle, and how to defend themselves from their enemies. We lived in peace and harmony, for a while. But then, things changed. The Payaya people began to suffer, from diseases, from hunger, from oppression. They were not used to our way of life, our rules, our demands. They missed their freedom, their traditions, their land. They felt betrayed, by us, by their gods, by themselves. They rebelled, against us, against each other, against their fate. They died, in large numbers, from violence, from despair, from sorrow. We tried to save them, to heal them, to comfort them. But we failed. We lost them, one by one, until there were none left. We lost Yanaguana, the place of refreshing waters, the place of hope and joy. We lost our paradise, our dream, our mission."
The voice stopped, and we heard a sob. We felt a grief, a guilt, a remorse. We realized that the voice was not just telling us a story, but also confessing a sin. We wondered how the voice felt, and what the voice wanted. We asked the voice, what do you want from us? The voice answered:
"I want forgiveness, from the Payaya people, from the Creator, from myself. I want redemption, for what I have done, for what I have failed to do, for what I have lost. I want peace, for my soul, for this land, for this world. I want you, my children, to help me, to pray for me, to remember me. I want you, my children, to learn from me, to avoid my mistakes, to do better than me. I want you, my children, to love this land, to respect its spirit, to protect its beauty. I want you, my children, to restore Yanaguana, the place of refreshing waters, the place of hope and joy. I want you, my children, to witness the return of Yanaguana, on the day of the great eclipse, when the sun and the moon will embrace, and the sky will be darkened, and the stars will be revealed. I want you, my children, to be there, at the center of the crossroads, where the two paths of totality will meet, and where the Galactic Calendar will be found. I want you, my children, to be the ones who will receive the Galactic Calendar, and who will use it to align with the cosmic cycles, and who will share it with the world. I want you, my children, to be the ones who will usher in the new age of light, and who will fulfill the prophecy of Quetzalcoatl, the feathered serpent, the bringer of the dawn. I want you, my children, to be the ones who will make me proud, and who will make me happy, and who will make me free."
The voice ended, and we heard a silence. We felt a gratitude, a compassion, a forgiveness. We realized that the voice was not just a voice, but a spirit, a soul, a father. We thanked the voice, and we told him that we would do our best to honor his wishes, and to help him find peace. We also told him that we loved him, and that we hoped to see him again.
The orb then flew away from the cross, and came back to us. It touched each one of us with its light, and we felt a surge of energy, a transmission of information, a gift of knowledge. We realized that the orb was giving us the coordinates, the directions, and the clues to find the Galactic Calendar, and to reach the center of the crossroads. We also realized that the orb was giving us a message, a mission, and a blessing. The orb said to us, telepathically:
"We are your friends, your family, your guides. We are here to help you, to support you, to teach you. We are here to show you the way, to the Galactic Calendar, to the crossroads, to Yanaguana. We are here to witness the return of Yanaguana, the sacred land of the Payaya people, and the birthplace of San Antonio. We are here to celebrate with you, the great eclipse, the cosmic alignment, the new dawn. We are here to welcome you, to the galactic community, to the star family, to the cosmic mind. We are here to love you, to honor you, to thank you. We are here to be with you, always and forever. We are the orbs, and we are one."
The orb then flew away, and joined the other orbs, who had been watching us from a distance. They formed a circle in the sky, and flashed their lights, in a pattern of colors and shapes. They created a beautiful and dazzling display, a spectacle of wonder and awe. They created a sign, a symbol, and a message. They created a Galactic Calendar, in the sky.
We looked at the Galactic Calendar, and we felt a connection, a resonance, a synchronicity. We understood its meaning, its purpose, and its power. We understood that it was a tool, a key, and a portal. We understood that it was a gift, a treasure, and a legacy. We understood that it was ours, to use, to share, and to enjoy.
We smiled, and we cheered, and we hugged. We had completed our CE-5 meditation, and we had made contact with extraterrestrial intelligence. We had also met the spirit of Father Olivares, and we had learned the story of Yanaguana. We had also received the Galactic Calendar, and we had seen the return of Yanaguana. We had also fulfilled our destiny, and we had become the bringers of the dawn.
We packed our things, and we left the clearing, with the cross, the stones, and the orbs. We headed to our next destination, Miracle Springs Ranch in Utopia, TX, where we would meet the other seekers and dreamers, who were also on the quest for the Galactic Calendar. We would join them, and we would prepare for the final event, the 2024 total solar eclipse, which would occur on April 8, 2024, the anniversary of the birth of José Argüelles, the creator of the Galactic Calendar. We would be there, at the center of the crossroads, where the two paths of totality would meet, and where the Galactic Calendar would be found. We would be there, to witness the return of Yanaguana, the sacred land of the Payaya people, and the birthplace of San Antonio. We would be there, to celebrate the great eclipse, the cosmic alignment, the new dawn. We would be there, to welcome the new age of light, and to fulfill the prophecy of Quetzalcoatl, the feathered serpent, the bringer of the dawn. We would be there, to make Father Olivares proud, and happy, and free. We would be there, to be with the orbs, and to be one.