Within each and every one of us is the God-given ability to access a myriad of realities in various dimensional realms, as many have discovered for themselves. When we began our adventure in and through the Cycles of Time, we knew who we were, a portion of the all pervading One. Now most have forgotten. In this fourth phase of the Cycles of Time, we have indeed lost the ability to move beyond the five senses and traverse the dimensions as the ETs and other beings do. As this age draws to its inevitable conclusion and the veils are lifted, we will regain this natural endowment.
We are living in the Twilight of the Age of Conflict & Confusion, the Kali Yuga in Sanskrit. In a world without end, this is the final of four yugas that make up a Maha-Yuga. The Cycles of Time are vast. There are 71 Maha-Yugas in a Manvantara, and 14 Manvantaras in a Kalpa, which is one day in the Mind of God. We are now in the 7th Manvantara of this Kalpa, so half way through. Because the Veils of Illusion in this cycle of time are reaching the depths of the solidification of matter and density, the Age of Conflict & Confusion offers us the greatest opportunity to acquire life’s real treasure — Wisdom Knowledge.
The First Cycle is an Age of Wisdom
DNA based data-collecting vehicles. In this first Yuga, all the ‘gods’ begin to manifest and create their desires in form with the fullness of knowing they/we as parts of the Creator are equals. We all have the same soul, the One.
In this age they/we, the apparent pieces of the One, express ourselves freely, knowing and fully Remembering and knowing who we are. We exist in states of Bliss Consciousness as translucent transparent Light Beings. Our thoughts become form. We are playing — and about to get lost in our own ‘play’! As ‘god’ light beings, we begin to project portions of ourselves into the data-collecting vehicles we have created, meaning we incarnate into bodies to further experience the adventure of creation. We begin to feel a sense of loss and a longing for our original state.
The Age of Ritual
In the second age, the Age of Ritual or Treta Yuga, the vibrational frequencies of the created universe gradually begin to speed up and simultaneously decay. We, the ‘god’ beings start to compete with each other for creative space. Because we are in duality, we desire power over each other and contemplate how to coerce the other gods to play our games. It’s fun!
We conceive rituals to bridge the potential in the formless realms with the temporal world of form. Initially, rituals allow the ‘gods’ playing in form to access raw power from the un-formed, the plenum in the Void. Although ritual is a weakened means of focused conscious thought, in this second era ritual becomes the intermediary mechanistic tool used to manipulate and enhance creative powers. Form no longer instantly springs from our mind.
As the frequencies of manifested consciousness continue to fall, some individual clever gods discover how to control the others. By exploiting the use of ritual, they trick and delude other ‘god’ beings into worshiping them. Thus they generate an abundance of energy, which they use to create all manner of fantastic illusory worlds, the myriad realms, heavens and hells. These clever gods build astral-spirit bodies to inhabit the hierarchical worlds they create. They no longer incarnate in physical bodies, but rather vicariously parasitically ‘enjoy’ the experiences of those who are incarnating.
The Age of Doubt
In the third age, the Age of Doubt or the Dvapara Yuga, the frequencies of creation move further toward density and the solidification of matter. The ‘god’ beings in form begin to doubt, and from doubt they/we lose memory. Most forget who we are, our Source and Oneness. We are not yet confined in limited five-sense perception. We can still see those ‘gods’ who are in various dimensional realms, but are not in our third dimensional form — and in the course of our forgetting, we begin to worship them.
Throughout the Ages, the wily clever ‘gods’ who have ceased to incarnate continue to build illusory worlds as innumerable phantasmal hierarchies of heavens and hells. While the gods in the lower density of form become trapped in the cycles of transmigration, the adventure of samsara. We have Forgotten who we are and doubt the divinity that dwells in the Heart within us all. The universe is astonishing in its vast complexity, but the only eternal Real in all this vast temporal flux is the all pervading One, imperishable eternal immutable. Thou are That! TAT TVAM ASI.
The Age of Conflict & Confusion
The fourth age, the Age of Conflict & Confusion, the Kali Yuga, is the period we have been living in for the last 6,000 years, all of written history. The pulsating frequencies of time have accelerated to frenzied levels that lead to complexity, instability and collapse. A dense web of delusion and somnolence, a miasma of amnesia, surrounds and obfuscates our visible world. Our experience of time is altered and thus, the phantasmal worlds have become invisible to those of us living in this physical density Newtonian-realm.
Today only a small number of people are able to see the so-called Invisible Realms. The ability of true Seers to ‘see’ has been inherited genetically because by chance or destiny, it was not bred out of their DNA. In other cycles such ‘sight’ was our God-given right of all — but in the Kali Yuga, the Veils of Delusion are tightly drawn.
Writing is a Symptom of Memory Loss
We have lost true memory. Our capacity to know and to remember is limited to writing, which is itself a symptom, like an illness, of the Kali Yuga. The written word is established and accepted as the only means of transmitting knowledge. There is no evidence of written history in the previous three cycles because it was not needed. What we do know of those cycles is based on memorized oral transmissions later inscribed during the Kali Yuga. In the previous cycles, knowledge was passed from generation to generation orally. Our command of memory today is a pathetic semblance by comparison.
Only in the most ancient of texts, such as the Sanskrit, and certain Taoist and Tibetan writings, do we get a glimpse into the previous three cycles. The Sanskrit epic ‘The Mahabharata’ and the many Puranas contain lengthy predictions of what the Kali Yuga will be like, even foretelling the availability of ‘fast food’ — another symptom of this dark age. Thieves become kings, and kings are thieves. Men devote themselves to earning money and only the richest, not the wisest, hold power.
In the Age of Conflict and Confusion, the creator ‘gods’ forget who they/we are, forget that we were once brilliant Beings of Light as we lose our inner-connection our own divinity, the God-within. Ironically, those self-serving tricky gods residing in their self-created phantasmal hierarchies are just as trapped as those of us who are incarnating in the precarious and repetitive physical world. Predictably they are reluctant to give up their power and change.
In order to make way for the next cycle, a new golden Age of Wisdom, many radiant-light Beings, highly evolved and enlightened from outside this universe, enter to assist in breaking up existing temporal forms. In the final phases of the Kali Yuga, they are available in the Heart of each man, woman and child to help us lost in Forgetting and who, weary of this temporal illusory matrix, long for freedom. God is Love.
Death is an Illusion. No one ever dies. Who wants to live forever in a created reality that has become stuck and frozen in a stagnant state? As always, the Creator is moving on!
In Hindu metaphysics time is cyclical and each period of manifestation is called a KALPA of Brahma, equivalent to 4.32 billion human years.
The KALPA is subdivided into 14 MANVANTARAS.
We are now in the seventh MANVANTARA of this KALPA.
Each MANVANTARA is divided into 71 MAHA-YUGAS of 4,320,000 years each.
We are in the 28th MAHA-YUGA of this MANVANTARA.
Each MAHA-YUGA is made up of four yugas
Each Yuga is preceded by a period of a dawn and followed by a period of twilight. [Linga Purana 1.4.3-6]
Voices from the Four Cycles of Time: Beginnings
In the Beginning, there is no beginning,
Only the Solitude of the One.
The One Being, Emptiness, the Void,
Space filled with Ether.
An eternal Hunger resides in the Silence of Space.
Hunger moves, growing, longing to be filled,
Tension becoming agitation, vibration.
Water forms in Ether,
Fire emerges within Water.
All is vibration — pulsating waveforms
born from Hunger in the Solitude, the One.
We are the One enjoying the appearance of Separation.
We are beginning the Forgetting. Our perceptions are now altering, falling down in frequency, our bodies becoming less luminous, solidifying into the density that will inevitably be flesh and blood. The Fall is subtle. Some are not even aware of the shift.
We begin to quarrel. We are hungry and for the first time in Time, we must work with Nature’s elements to provide for ourselves and our children. We women now come into our season once each year. The wise ones say that soon we will be tied to the cycles of our Moon, and thus there will be more and more children to love, to feed.
The task of preserving the eternal Knowledge that is Wisdom must not be lost, must continue somehow. Our lives still revolve around the perennial Wisdom – the basis for this universe. All over this planet are the superb domes, translucent and bright, where we gather to Remember. We communicate as before, mind to mind.
We require no writing, only a few encoded supernal symbols that please us.
I am sage and Seer, born in the ancient lineages of the Sacred Warrior — and the final war of this cycle is coming. We all are keenly aware of its presence. We can feel war beginning, impinging on our world. We smell the demons coming to destroy our race. The Sacred Warriors must all vanish – and yet even knowing our fate, we will fight to win to the last man.
Time eats everything. Time cooks consciousness. Time is irresistible, inevitable, inexorable, ineluctable, overwhelming all.
I am suffocating. I am born live and die again and again. Lost in time, tossed about by my own compulsions, I no longer Remember Truth. There is no Love, only need and temporal possession. There is no Love, only wars. Cities and civilizations rise up, and fall again in endless repetition.
Our world is beginning to die. We are trapped in the webs of our self-created Illusions. The fabric of our own dark consciousness has encased us in the sheaths of Forgetting. We know not who and what we are.
About the Author
V. Susan Ferguson is the author of Inanna Returns, Inanna Hyper-Luminal; her own commentary on the Bhagavad Gita and the Shiva Sutras; and Colony Earth & the Rig Veda. Her website is Metaphysical Musing.