The Monroe Anastasia Link

A few months ago I read the ringing cedars series, the most beautiful collection of books I have ever read.

Reading these books I remembered about a civilization that Monroe had himself witnessed and made available in his books Far Journeys and Ultimate Journeys.

In the Future
In Far Journeys he speaks about a civilization he meets 3000+ years in the future. Here he meets the future version of a friend BB whom he was currently meeting in his out of body journeys in real time. There is also a woman with whom he senses a deep familiarality with - it turns out the woman is his very own Silver Queen (his wife at his present time).

What is amazing in Far Journeys is Monroe's very clear description of what life is like in the future.

'I turned and scanned around me. It was familiar. The knoll where we were standing, the rising tiers of blue-tinted ridges to the west ...Blue ridges! The percept was total. How many times before had I stood on this very knoll and looked to the west, had made the stairway of rounded hills my launching chute, the flood of living human experience I had attached to this spot, this site... the houses, fences, building, roads, all were gone. The lake. The lake was still there. And trees, so many more trees and of varieties I had never seen before, and to the east, there was.. water. Water where once was a four-lane highway, water stretching off into the horizon.' - Far Journeys page 211, Robert Monroe

He then finds out that bodies are hibernated and kept under oak trees for use whenever these energy beings please. They also demonstrate amazing abilities.


In the Past
From Chapter 3 Along the Interstate

Interestingly in Ultimate Journey Monroe relays an account of making a trip to the past but before I do so I want to mention a key part of the event. Monroe is informed by his INSPEC friend after he revisted a placed called Home - seemingly to be a starting point where Monroe realized that in that state of being there was nothing fresh or new - everything was a repetition like a broken record, he even percieved a different aspect of Home but even in that aspect there was repetition. There was no creativity nor growth from this and for this reason that Being Monroe perceived himself to be had to leave - in order for something new. His INSPEC friend tells him that at some point he will in the same way be unable to return to being human as he will outgrow the human 'coat and glove'. - Page 25

In his next meeting with the INSPEC Monroe feeling harmony in his new environment - a community of life forces he asks them if there were some ways there could be that same harmony on the earth and its inhabitants. INSPEC tells Monroe that there will be an opportunity where something could be done about the 'mess' created on Earth. INSPEC suggests to Monroe to visit an era where human organization is different and conforms more to the way Monroe and no doubt many people even now feel the way life on earth should be.

Monroe travels to an era where no buildings or houses are visible - simply the whole of earth is scattered with life. Population just over 2 million people. Upon learning this figure Monroe is astounded and assumes that something terrible may have happened in the future to have reduced the population to such a low figure. He is corrected by the INSPEC telling Monroe that they are in the past if expressing in time, in fact a million years back.

Here are some snippets of Monroes narration:

"We drifted down toward the trees and then into an open area
about the size of a football field. It was a park, or perhaps a
huge flower garden, with neat, irregular beds of flowers and
plants, none of which I recognized. Wide, grass-covered walks
wound around among the beds in sweeping curves. I even
thought I could feel the grass under my feet..."

...I turned. The glowing figure of the INSPEC was beside me.
Walking rapidly toward us were four people. They seemed
about five feet tall, each with a different tone color of hair and
skin. Their hair was uniform in length,.just below their ears.
Their faces and bodies were those of active, athletic thirtyyear-
olds, but without bulging muscles. Two were men and
two were women. It was easy to tell, because they wore no
clothes.

They have no need for clothes.
What about keeping warm? Or protection from the weather?

Each has an individual control system for that purpose.
I don't see anything.
It's all in the mind, as you would say.
I gather you have been here before.
That is so . . . in a manner of speaking.
The four approached and stood before us, smiling happily.
They had beautiful bodies, in perfect condition. I wondered
how we could communicate—what language they used.
Could they even see us?
One of the men took a step forward and nodded.
"Yes, we can see you, Robert. And communication is
easy. We will use your English. OK?"
The OK was what got to me. There was something
wrong here. How would he know American slang from the
future ?
"We absorbed it from your mind. No problem."
Then I noted that his lips had not moved, and saw the
twinkle in his eyes. We both laughed—mentally. I had found a
new friend who could read minds, probably every last bit of
what I thought or felt. From then on, all of the talk was
mental—thought transference, you might call it.
"This is a beautiful place," I began.
"The weather is very pleasant. We stir up a thunderstorm
every afternoon to clean off the leaves and provide water for
the plants."

"With lightning?"
"Yes, but we direct the intensity and where it will make
contact. The electrical charge is vital to all carbon-based life."
"And the wind . . . do you control the wind too?"
"The wind? Would you like it stronger?"
"No, it's all right . . . it's fine . . ."
He smiled broadly. "You are wondering what we eat."
"You all look well fed and healthy."
"Healthy?"
"No sickness or injuries, and so on."
"You come from a strange world! Do you really have
difficulty maintaining your physical body?"
"That is our major difficulty."
"How sad. Our history has a record of such problems
many thousands of years past."
"No bugs? No viruses? No one is killed or injured?"
"I understand what you are saying. The bugs and viruses
work with us, Robert. There is no conflict. As for being killed
. . . we stopped what you call dying long ago."
Thoughts and questions flooded my mind. One rose to
the surface.
"Then you must control your . . . reproduction?"
"Oh yes. And as for the rest of that thought—we still
enjoy the ritual!"
"But no children . . . "
"We have many children. Would you like to meet some
of them?"
"Yes, I would."
"I will call them."

A series of different whistles sounded in my head, like
songs of birds, almost a form of music. Out of the trees came
several kinds of animals, large and small, all bounding up to
the four people, who rubbed and patted them. Some resembled
cats, others were reptilian, like small alligators and large
snakes. Others were monkey-like, and still others could have
been deer, but with long manes and tails. A swarm of huge
bees surged out of a tree and made diving, playful swoops
past our group. Overhead, a pair of large, brilliant green birds
soared in circles, looking down at us. A small blue bird
dropped down on my friend's shoulder and chirped in his ear.
He turned to me.
"Our children."
"I would like to call my own animals children so easily."
"You will remember the sound, and with practice you
can."
"Is all of the earth like this? The animals, I mean?"
"Only here in the valley. The rest is much what you
would expect, from reading your books. You know of the
food chain system?"
"I do. So the animals die."
"Yes, in the natural order of events. So do these, our
children. A balance is achieved and we do not disturb it."
"Then what do you eat? Vegetables?"
"Eat? I will show you."
My friend turned to one of the females in the group, who
stepped over to a garden plot and scooped up what appeared
to be simple black dirt. She brought a handful back and stood
beside us. Suddenly I knew what was going to happen.

"Would you like some of your favorite corn, silver queen,
as you call it?"
I nodded. The girl stared at me intently, then put her
other hand palm-down over the handful of dirt, still holding
me steadily in her gaze. I knew she was reading my mind.
After a moment, she lifted her hand and uncovered a
pale-white and perfect miniature ear of corn. She held it out
to me.
"He can't take it," said my friend. "He doesn't have a
physical body with him."
I sensed the girl's laughter as she turned and tossed it to
one of the little brown fawns, who sniffed at it suspiciously.
They do have laughter, I registered, so they must have emotion.
"We have experienced every emotion you can remember,
Robert. We treasure emotion, but it controls us only when we
let it."
I felt an outflow of gratitude. "We thank you for the
warm welcome and letting us visit you. It is very rewarding.
No conflicts, no anger, no competition . . . "
"We do have competition. But we never get so involved
that we forget it is a game."
I did not ask about love. There was no need to. The
radiation from the four of them was evidence enough. But
there was a tinge of sadness mixed with excitement.
My friend smiled again. "Your visit is well timed, for we
will be leaving very shortly. We have to adjust to be without
our valley and our children."
"Leaving? Why?"

"We received the Signal nearly a hundred years ago. We
had waited several thousand years for it, and it finally came."
"I don't understand."
"It is rather that you don't remember. You will, when it
is time for you and yours. We have experienced and known all
the patterns of change in our part of this physical universe.
We have gone to the stars and back, moving just the way you
are doing. We found nothing that we did not have here, nothing
truly new."
"I think I have it. You know there is more . . ."
"Perhaps that is one way of saying it. Another is . . .
curiosity . . . yes, curiosity."
"Yes! This has happened to me. But are all of you going?"
"Why would we leave anyone behind? Would you leave
your hand, or even a finger?"
"But where will you go?"
"The Signal will guide us."
"What is this Signal? Can you describe it?"
"It is made by arrangement."
"By arrangement with whom? Or what?"
"With one of us who went ahead. They all agreed to send
us the special Signal when it was time for us to follow. One
finally did so after these many years."
"He was . . . you are . . . like an explorer, looking
for new worlds to conquer."
"Not to conquer, Robert. To be in and to understand."
"How do you know where to go?" The questions kept
flooding in.

"We simply follow the Signal."
"Are you receiving it now?"
"Oh yes. It has been with us continuously since we first
perceived it."
"Why don't I perceive it too?"
"I do not know. Perhaps your attunement is different."
"You have waited so long. Why is that?"
"It was necessary to train our animal children to live
without us. Now that we have completed this, we are in the
process of saying goodbye to all of them. We cannot nor
would we take them with us."
I understood that it was time now for me to leave.
"I am glad that we came. Somehow, I think we shall meet
again."
"We shall. I could tell you more . . . but that would, as
you might say, spoil the fun."
I waved farewell, and all four waved back as I began to
lift off the grass. I could not see my INSPEC fellow traveler,
but at least I knew the way back. I phased out gradually and
dwindled into blackness. Then the glowing INSPEC figure
was beside me.
You found them interesting, did you not?
They were much like humans in the future that I have met
before. Except that those were living just outside of Earth, not
in it.
Because of your love of animals, we felt you would sense a
kinship.

I did. Now, is there somewhere else we can visit?
What is your desire?
Somewhere where there are nonhumans. But intelligent. And
nonphysical.
There are many choices, if they will permit it.
Permit it? That doesn't sound comfortable . . .
Some would look upon you as a . . . a pest. Yes, a pest.
But you have told me I am indestructible! I cannot be harmed!
That is so.
I think I need something less serene, a little more exciting.
Does that sound foolish?
No, not if that is what you desire.
And this time will you stay with me?
I am always with you. Follow me closely.
The bright figure began to dwindle rapidly and I was
right behind, using the method I had learned to keep up, and
homing in on his energy field. It could have been an eternity—
or only an instant—that period in the blackness with just the
pinpoint of light ahead of me. Then there was an explosion of
bright colors in tiny dots which formed what appeared to be
several irregular shapes . . . first bright green . . . then yellow
. . . and then I was pulled into one that was bright or-
ange. I waited motionless as the orange pressed around me,
holding me in a tight grip. I made no attempt to struggle nor
was I afraid. I had learned much.
Suddenly a series of beats pounded into my awareness,
like a succession of electric shocks. They were not severe, but
irritating, demanding. I could only interpret them as a sort of
computerese, a binary code. But what was communicating
was a living organism, of that I was sure.
The beats continued, thudding into my head. I could not
read them, so I tried to send my own weak version of nonverbal
communication. I thought of an inner model of our solar
system, then mentally pushed an arrow emerging from the
third planet and ending where I was. This produced in response
a long succession of beats—they reminded me of a
primitive form of Morse code but did not translate into letters.
But as my mind became accustomed to them, a picture
began to form . . . a flaming sun, with an arrow pointing
not from it, but into it. Was that where we were now?
The beats stopped. Then a short pattern began and repeated.
Was that affirmative—did it mean yes?
The pattern repeated. It seemed a safe assumption. I created
and sent a picture of myself in a physical body, followed
by a rising inflection. This produced a different pattern in
reply—negative, I assumed.
"That means no? You have not met my species? Let me
show you." I transmitted a picture of a group of men and
women, as best I could.
The response was negative.
"Are you interested in who and what I am?"

Negative again.
"But you understand me?"
Positive this time, if I interpreted correctly.
"But I can't understand you. Only yes and no."
Negative.
"Do you want me to understand you?"
Negative.
"Then let me go and I shall move out of your energy."
The beats increased in speed and volume and then faded
away. There was what seemed a quick and violent movement
—and I was in deep blackness with my glowing INSPEC
friend beside me.
You were in communication with but a small part of the
whole.
You mean like a finger?
That is a good image.
There is not much personality in a finger.
But there are some who do communicate with such entities.
I wonder if I will ever be able to.
I believe you may, if you so desire.
I have this problem—curiosity. Tell me, are there any physical
nonhumans I can meet who will communicate with me?
You are presuming that I am not of physical matter and that I
am human.

Somehow I sense you did have a physical body, but not now.
You're too free. You have never said you were once human,
but I suspect you were. For one thing, you have a sense of
humor. Sly and satirical, but it's there. Very human stuff.
There was a pause. The INSPEC glow seemed to flicker momentarily.
I perceive you need to return to the physical now.
Yes, I think I had better. Thank you for the guided tour!
It is my pleasure.
I returned to the physical to empty a full bladder. The
signal—my signal—was all too familiar! How small it is to be
human—but how much fun!
- Page 29





Monroe's Soul Retrieval (the gifts)
In Ultimate Journey Monroe has great realizations about soul retrievals and after a meeting with Miranon (another friend in the altered state) Monroe finds the solution to find answers - the solution is to go back to the Source, to his beginning. Can be read from 'Chapter 15 Long Trail A-Winding'.

Through his journey back to the Source he is influenced by a certain energy. This is what the energy had said to him when Monroe did not take into its threats,

"You are damned! You are no more than wasted energy of me, who is your Lord!"

Once he managed to get all the way back to the Source Monroe talks about a feeling and knowing there is nothing greater. Here Monroe had a profound awakening where he realized that he had just woken from a dream. There were others, Monroe realized how small he was in comparison to them, just a speck. He was asked about his gifts and told that he was incomplete, this energy begins to help Monroe understand why he is small. A memory of entering into human form is triggered and Monroe realizes that there were many parts of his total self that had been distributed and that these parts were the gifts that he had to gather in order to take it back to the Whole. Basically in order to go back to the Whole as a Whole unit. Okay I will add more on this part later onowards form page 215.