Ancient of Days speaks to me, Yvonne, his
visitations and conversations began in 2005. At that point in time his visits
were regular, our conversations mundane. He appeared to me, I could see him
clearly, as I would anyone, albeit translucent. Until one day he asked if I would accept to hear
his story of creation and document it for sharing with others. I don't recall
the exact day he made the request, but I know at this time we were friends. A
spiritual friendship filled with a deep love, a love that could sustain me for
eternity. It was exciting and fun to visit with him, and he was (and is) so
beautiful, our time together was precious. I was able to see him with my eyes
and hear him in my mind, his voice was deep and soulful filled with passion for
Humanity. When I was unavailable for a conversation he often whispered a
message to me, part of me feels it was a lover’s message, but it truly wasn't
for the love was not only for me but also for all of Humanity.
However, the friendship was to take a different
path when the documentation of his story began. The conversations transitioned
to more of a soliloquy while I merely documented what he said. After reviewing
the pages I had typed or took by hand (depending on where I was at the time) I
occasionally had to return for clarification. The general friendship
discussions were transformed into a classroom, I was the student hanging on to
every word he said, documenting, requesting clarification, and rewriting based
on his recommendations. Very little time was left for general discussions. If
there was an important event transpiring in my life he never failed to bring up
the topic and always allowed me to ask him questions. As I learned more about
him, the more fascinated I became. It took a great deal of energy to listen,
comprehend and transcribe his story; often I was left requiring sleep after our
sessions. Our time together was never a burden; it was always joyful and
many times exhausting.
My personal life began to change, a burgeoning
relationship became more serious, building into a life changing events, and I
had less and less time for Ancient. He was very patient. Our work together
slowed, the time between sessions became months instead of days, and for a
period it was a couple of years. He would nudge me occasionally reminding me he
was here, asking me to let him know when I was ready to resume our work. I had
the desire to resume our work together but I did not have the time nor the
energy. My life became even more grounded in earthly manifestations, my desires
more base versus spiritual. Ancient continued to be patient, visitations were almost non-existent, he would
In late 2012 Ancient strongly encouraged me to make the time to complete
his story, hindsight now tells me that he was striving to complete it before
the transitional change in energy as described by the Maya (often miss-interpreted
as the end of the world instead of a 'time of transition'). Though he never pushed, he used pull-energy to motivate me and allowed my free will to make the decision. In January 2013 I
once again began in earnest, but was quickly derailed by all-consuming events
at work, again months went by without my focus to Ancient. During late 2012 and 2013 the manner of his visitations went through a metamorphic change, from a clear visual picture outside of my mind into an internal vision. When I asked him why the change was necessary he told me we had experienced two changes, the first being the Earths energy was in a transformational phase and secondly our relationship had changed, not in a negative manner but that much of my energy was required here on Earth for Earth, for my relationship with my husband and our infant daughter.
Today, we have completed Ancients history, and have begun two additional documentation's (books) the expansion of Sacred Geometry by Ancient, a Dialogue with Ancient, with a third pending of a more comprehensive study of the Point of Creation.
Ancient is my friend, he is perfection, he is Love, he is God.
