Aliharra’s Home Planet.

 

Ohio, US of A, March 19, 2005.

Teacher Aliharra — (An Ascendant Mortal).

Received by Elaine.

Receiver’s Notes: I was in stillness with Father for a while, and in a wonderful place—open, free, joyful. I saw a bright white/orange-ish light that moved towards me three times. The third time, it was very close, and I felt its energy move through me. After a time it was gone, and I quietly watched some Spirit Beings dance before my eyes. I remembered a similar event two years ago, when I playfully asked them to “take me for a ride”.

At that time, I immediately had the sensation of rapid movement. My heart “leaped” several times as we accelerated upward, and suddenly changed directions, much like being on the Space Mountain ride at Disney World. That was great fun!

I was in that kind of a mood when I sent out the message, “Please, I want to go somewhere and see something! I felt a presence similar to what I feel when my regular Teacher is around. In fact, I thought at first that it was my Teacher.

This is the conversation as I later recorded it with pen on paper, but I will now soon start using the tape recorder.

Aliharra: “Hello Child.”

Elaine: “Hello and Welcome! Do you have a lesson for me?”

Aliharra: “Yes, a lesson of sorts. Relax your mind as you were a few minutes ago. (There is) no need to panic. You desire a visual tour. How about a visual description?”

Elaine: “That would be wonderful! Please continue.”

Aliharra: “My home world was one of several enlightened worlds traveling in vast orbits around one massive sun. The gravity was enormous on my planet so we evolved to the maximum height of 3 feet, and we were wide and squat by your (Urantia) standards. My planet was arid and warm. Rains were few but there were deep pockets of water in the planetary fabric, much like oil and coal exist on your planet. With careful planning over many millennia, we became masters at conserving our natural resources, and our civilization thrived. We too experienced occasional upheavals as our planet grew in maturity. We are now entering one of the early phases of Light. Wars among kin have ended. Few die from diseases or injury, and many are translated to the Mansion Worlds before death.

“You beings of tiny Urantia have far to go, but it is known that all will happen as Father planned. You have reached a turning point in your planet's history. Help is streaming in from every corner of Nebadon and even beyond. All Celestials desire to be a part of, and witness, this amazing event as it unfolds. You would feel a bit crowded if you could see all the visitors and myriad workers assigned to your world. Can’t you feel the winds of change as they sweep across your lands?

“You have a bit of distraction there. [My cat crawled across my lap.] You are young so this will not be long.”

“We watch you and your fellow Lightworkers with great interest and joy, as we see what is accomplished through love, faith, and cooperation. Continue on this path, and try not to fret over the details. Do the work that is placed before you. You think your job is tiny, but think, a rock thrown into a lake causes a ripple that grows as it moves further from the initial impact. All of you are causing ripples that interact, creating a beautiful vibration unlike any in the Universe. The "music" is thunderous to the ears! So continue on the path that is laid before you. Reach out towards Father's Love and you will surely grow. This is Aliharra. Shalom.”

Elaine: “Thank you Aliharra! It has been a joy to talk to you. Please come again!”

Further Notes: As I was writing the explanation of what had just occurred, I felt his lingering presence, so I reached out again, and boldly asked if he could possibly show me a picture in my mind of his world. He complied, and I saw smooth, white structures rising up out of sandy earth. Then it felt as if I was being transported down a long spiral, deep into the planet, where I observed a vast reservoir of life-giving water. He scooped out a handful and told me, “drink of it”. I did, it tasted cool and fruity. “It’s the rock(‘s) composition,” he said.

Elaine: “Thank you for showing me this. I loved it so much! Goodbye.”

Aliharra: “Goodbye, Child.”

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