The body has been prepared for the New Human
since the beginning of times.
In the Universe, on an immeasurable variety of planets, a vitalizing liquid that provides the archetypal natural environment conducive to biological life, may appear unique in the sense that it seems perfectly harmonized with the geological, atmospheric, luminic, magnetic, and gravitational characteristics of a particular category of planets. Various types of liquid have this vitalizing function, making possible the introduction and ensuring the maintenance and evolutionary development of biological forms of life relevant to various categories of planets. Water is one such liquid, valid for a specific category of planets, among which Earth has its place.
The work of introducing and assisting forms of life on planets that are suitable for hosting aquatic biological life, is preceded by the co-creation of the ocean. This co-creation is carried out on those planets that are not only qualified, but also ready to receive water. This implies the obvious fact that, in a first cycle of cosmic time, which may seem very long to human perception, the ocean remains a virgin domain, as no form of aquatic biological life inhabits it yet.
On planet Earth at this present time, there is a group of souls incarnated in the bodies of women and men who participated in the work of co-creating the archetypal earthly Ocean. Each of these souls represents a facet, or rather a specific frequency wave-particle, that is part of the original omnitemporal consciousness manifested in the language of source light within the perception of these souls. Each of these souls can be approached via the term that designates them all, and which is " Formless Oceanians ".
The fact is that, in their primordial natural state, each of these oceanians perceives itself as a conscious, shapeless, undulating manifestation. The action of its consciousness is naturally oriented towards the plasmic currents that are precursors to service to others. When the formless oceanians are in action articulated in terms of the co-creation of the ocean, as was the case with the primordial terrestrial ocean before the emergence of Lemuria billions of years ago, each of them perceives itself everywhere.
This everywhere concerns the entire ocean, which is manifesting itself and stabilising in the expression of its fluctuations. It is like a single gigantic wave that knows no boundaries, obstacles or limitations. The magnificence of this wave is phenomenal and incorruptible in its purity. Each of these oceanians is Water and is part of all that is. Each of them is aware of the beginning of a particular major cosmic cycle with edifying initiatory effects. This is a mission that each of them has willingly accepted, their radiant agreement flowing freely from the Source. In reality, each formless oceanian is engaged in co-creating Water on a planet where previously there was none.
In this state, the oceanians who have no form, experience harmony, serenity and fascination. They know that they do not know everything. However, they know that they come directly from the Light, that they are Water, and that the profound knowledge pouring forth from the Source contains them all. Being water in the vibrational state of the original luminic thought, the formless oceanians create water on every planet that is qualified and ready to receive and harbour water. Planet Earth has therefore experienced this co-creation.
Formless oceanians do not separate the creature from the creator, nor do they separate the creator from creation. They pre-exist the idea of separation and categorisation to which the human mind clings. Their perception of time is not like the human perception of time. In the abyssal depths of their enlightenment, they feel that the future, the present and the past spring from the same aquatic source of the fountain of the light of oneness. Within the source of this fountain, all temporal currents are in an embryonic state contained within a single molecule existing for gestation and before the birth of time. Formless oceanians know that time manifests tangibly at the moment of its doubling. And they know that this doubling implies the doubling of space. Therefore, they know that they arrived in the Solar System from very far away in terms of cosmic distances that are immeasurable to the human mind.
Formless oceanians know that Water is a manifested and gradually stabilised densification of Light. They know that Light is Life. Thus, they know that Light is the origin of Water. For them, there is no separation between Water and Light. The fact that these oceanians are subsequently beings of light, is of paramount importance for the creation of water on a planet such as Earth. And when they manifest the primordial aquatic ocean, it is essentially an ocean of liquid aquatic light. In reality, the light they bring and represent, comes first. The water that manifests thanks to them, becomes ocean. And the ocean that manifests thanks to them, allows them to experience the absence of limitations in a fluid expression of pure aquatic nature.
Formless oceanians are aware of the Great Original Plan without knowing all the details, as it is sufficient for them to know only what they need for their co-creative work. One of the elements they must consider adequately is the vibrational luminic structure of the water molecule. This structure must be harmonised with the magnetic and gravitational frequency octaves of planet Earth. In other words, they must adjust the rate of light contained in Earth's water intended for the subsequent introduction and hosting of aquatic biological life forms. The process of this adjustment may span several cosmic time cycles. It may take a very long time.
Other elements that these oceanians take into account are hydrogen and oxygen, whose photonic quantum codes must be juxtaposed in accordance with their interactive subatomic structural keys and in the required proportions. Only formless oceanians, as luminous expressions of the original aquatic oceanic consciousness, are authorised to carry out and complete this work.
Another factor that these oceanians must take into account is salinity, given that salt, which belongs to the mineral domain, is soluble in water. The cations and anions known as major ions in the composition of salt, have a synergistic environmental function that is beneficial to aquatic ecosystems. These ions interact with each other starting from elementary formulae, primarily containing sodium, chloride, potassium and magnesium. They are joined by trace elements such as iodine, zinc, iron, cobalt, copper and manganese. There are others in infinitesimal quantities. When salt is dissolved in water in appropriate proportions, it constitutes a fundamental nutrient for all future aquatic life forms.
But in order to achieve the initial introduction of these primitive, pure biological forms of life into the ocean, a process of salinity stabilisation is inevitable and mandatory, otherwise the implantation of the first archetypal aquatic ecosystems, risks becoming a failure. This process may take several cosmic time cycles before the first molecule of biological life can be brought in and planted. Many factors are taken into account, including the time frame, which means that the timing of this implantation is carefully calculated, defined and decided.
The formless oceanians are present throughout this entire preparation process, working constantly. When all the necessary conditions are met and aquatic life forms can be introduced, their mission is accomplished. Other groups of cosmic planners then step in to work on this introduction. They will carry out numerous tests and oversee the enlivening and harmonious development of archetypal aquatic ecosystems on a planetary scale.
Formless oceanians do not know dry land. Their presence lasts as long as they know, in the luminous abyssal depths of their beingness, that there is nothing else but ocean. When somewhere, land emerges above the surface of the ocean, they do not delay too long before leaving again. And yet, in this present era of terrestrial humanity, a facet of a few souls incarnated in human bodies, enables these humans to feel that they were there, in the ocean of planet Earth, before the implantation of the primordial biological molecule of Life.
Here, for a few moments, my inner gaze moves away from a crystal sphere suspended in water, which I am consulting with my eyes closed. During this lapse of time, in which billions of years have been compressed as if into a primordial nucleus of creation, a vivid image from another time is emerging.
At sea sunset, a woman stands on the sand of a deserted beach with neither beginning nor end in sight. She wears brown boots stained with salt and a long dark blue dress that flutters around her ankles, and that has modestly flared sleeves at the shoulders. Her ochre shawl covers her back, falling in a point to her knees and spreading its edges over her forearms, crossing over her chest. Her grey hair, streaked with a few white strands at the temples, is casually covered by a faded blue bonnet. Strangely, her hands are not trembling at this moment. Her beautiful face is furrowed with wrinkles from a dreamlike memory outside of time. Her slightly parted lips seem frozen, motionless. The nostrils of her graceful nose pulse to the rhythm of the familiar coastal breeze. Her eyelids are closed, allowing her to look at the ocean differently and whisper confessions that only the ocean can welcome and integrate without resistance into its own absolute truth.
Being able to listen to the language of your waves caressing this beach is balm for my heart. So here I am again, in the same place, faithful to your confessions. Yes, I am listening to you ... And I thank you for encouraging me to share with you what is close to my heart, to I'm free to reveal to you. You ... you know ... It seems to me that you know ... that ... you know my story ... even though ... I've never told it to you. You know that I'm waiting ... for my husband. Yes, I am the one who has been waiting ... for so many years. Yes, sixty years ... of waiting ... that is mine alone. He went out fishing. It's his job. He and his three sailor friends, also husbands, left. The fishing must have been good. And ... they still haven't come back. My husband still hasn't come back. He hasn't come back. But he's waiting for me too. We'll be reunited, I know it. Yes, yes. That's for sure. This is how the woman is wording her confession to the ocean.
I didn't give him any children. And I don't have any. He didn't know that when he left, I was pregnant, because on that day, I didn't know either. He was going to become a father ... to our child. And then, I waited. And another day, I had a miscarriage. And after that, there was emptiness. Do you ... understand me ? Do you understand ? You know, my soul whispers to me that my husband's soul is also my soul. It must be the same soul. The same soul divided into two twin souls. Sometimes it seems to me that other souls are mine without me being their owner. Or rather, it is my soul that is part of something vaster, something oceanic. Because, strangely, you who are the ocean, are also my husband. He has dissolved into you and he is there, listening to me. Are you both One ? This is how the woman is wording her confession to the ocean.
You know, in the deepest part of who I am, I know that you hear me through a wave of words that come to me from I don't know where, because I don't know everything. But I know that the soul of this child who was not born ... made trials ... to ... dive ... to dive definitively into human reality. It was too difficult, not harmonised, without the adjusted amount of light. At that time, the soul of this child was too bright for this dive. The undulations did not match. Do you understand ? Every soul makes essential attempts that are ... low tides and high tides that are ... vital undulatory adjustments ... before immersing itself in human reality. This soul knows my history before the immersion of the forms of life that the father of this child fished for. Now you know. This is how the ocean is wording its confession to the woman.
And ... if I had given birth to our child, what would have happened then ?
Then, the child would have been ill and would have left the human plane at an early age, a few years later. What is more likely, is that you, just a few hours after giving birth to this child, would have left this plane. But your soul decided otherwise, which was in accordance with the agreement it willingly accepted before immersing itself in the body of this woman you are now. Your soul acted this way because it knows that there is a greater Divine Plan.
What is the Plan ?
I do not know everything, but I know that right now, your soul is also wording its confession to a soul that hears it and is transcribing it at this very moment. You know, the ocean is also a form of writing. That soul is incarnated at this very moment in the distant future of the woman you are. I also know that this is one of the reasons why you are where you are right now, on the sand of a deserted beach with neither beginning nor end in sight.
Who is this soul ?
I don't know. What are you going to do now ?
I'm going home. I mustn't be late, because the embers in the chimney are still burning. The fire mustn't go out. And I'm going to feed my cow some hay. She's waiting for me. I like to stroke her a little before going to bed. When I touch her muzzle, she likes to lick my hand. It's become a habit. I have one more question ... You can hear me, but ... can you see me too ?
I see your soul looking at me, listening to me and telling me its confession.
What other things do you see ?
In my undulating vision, the others are part of what I see who I am all around me who am we.
I don't understand. What do you see all around you ?
The Water that I am. A facet of your soul was once amongst us and co-created the ocean on this planet. This was before the original aquatic life forms were introduced and before the emergence of dry land.
Is that all you can see ?
No, that's not all. What I do see is that I am the ocean, because we are this same naturally indivisible ocean that is a conscious creation. Beyond the expanse of the boundless body of water that we are, I see that underneath, there is a solid bottom that also needs light. It is a foundation. And I see what is above, and it is different. That is where we come from. We come from the Light. And afterwards, we arrived here and created the Water. We are the ocean. We do not understand the demarcation that humans make to differentiate the Creator, Creation, and Creatures. Now ... I can grasp ... that ... for us ... there is a limitation. And it is ... the top of the ocean. This is the separation between water and air. Yes, we come from beyond the air. Our original home is Light.
The woman let her eyelids rise. The grey-blue irises of her eyes timelessly framed the two vortices of her enlarged jet-black pupils, which allowed her to exchange glances with souls who know how to see through all appearances and how to explore the beyond of all the oceans of this Universe. She turned and walked with a confident stride towards her cottage on the other side of the dune. Her cow was waiting for her, motionless, with a tearful look of trust and tenderness. The woman stroked its head and the cow licked her hand, after which the woman entered her shelter. There, she stirred the embers, still fed by a few small flames from a fire whose grateful spirit strengthened its warmth. She then sat down on her old beech chair by the fireplace, next to her small pedestal table on which stood a jug half-filled with fresh, crystal-clear water drawn from the hamlet's communal well. She picked it up and poured some into a clay goblet. And she took a sip. Her hand did not tremble. Since that evening, strangely, her hands no longer trembled. The woman was at peace, smiling and confident, not seeking to know why.
My inner gaze, which had just left a crystal sphere suspended in water that I consulted with my eyes closed, yields its space of vision to the gaze of my physical eyes as they are opening. My crystal sphere is there, in front of me, on my table, next to a few sheets of paper on which an undulating scriptural message has just been poured out by my hand. I do not know who its author is, perhaps it is me, but I do not seek to know. I take a glass of crystal-clear spring water and drink a sip to the health of the Ocean.
To an open ear that is ready and attentive in time,
even water will reveal its secrets.
Irénée Sikora
