Sunday, 27 November, 1994
Michael: Hullo. I'm back again, little more than 24 hours later. It's a
bit after 11 p.m. on Sunday: after midnight Monday according to false time,
but I think really Sunday still has to run nearly an hour.
Bivalia:[a] Good evening, Michael. How are you?
Michael: Oh, the same as usual, thanks. How are you?
Bivalia: The same as usual, too. Does anything special bring you here, or
do you wish simply to enjoy my company?
Michael: Both, I suppose. I don't suppose those are mutually exclusive,
Michael: I suppose I feel vaguely dissatisfied with yesterday's short and
inconclusive session. But I had a rather unusual dream last night. I thought
it might be interesting to see what you think of it; I just talked with Ra
Lyah about it on the phone a couple of hours ago, and she seemed to think it
Bivalia: What happened in this dream? Not more communing with the Masters,
Michael: Well, I'm not sure. Not as explicitly as one or two previous
dreams. Once again, as usual, most of the details of the dream are vague,
although I get the feeling there was more. (And I get a little tired, in
relating dreams, of having to say much of it was vague, but it would not be
the truth to say otherwise.) So, what I tell you is really in a much broader
context than I can remember.
Bivalia: Well, let's hear the bits you can remember.
Michael: I was in this aeroplane, or some sort of aircraft. There were
other people there too, and I think I knew some of them, but I remember
nothing about them or what I did with them, if anything. The plane was quite
a big one. But for some reason it was going along the ground for some great
distance, like taxiing along a runway [b], but for many many miles, maybe even
hundreds of miles, at quite moderate speeds too, comparable perhaps with a
train. But it wasn't on an actual runway, but seemed to be just going across
country. And the vaguest impression of South Australia seems to come into
this part of the dream, perhaps the south-east coast.
Then, quite suddenly, things changed. You know how, when you're in a
plane about to take off, it goes along a runway quite slowly at first, perhaps
just like a car or train, which is quite slow by aircraft standards; then, as
it goes along the runway, very suddenly the plane increases velocity
immensely, almost awesomely, so that within a mere few seconds it seems to be
soaring even while still on the ground, and you're pressed back into your
seat, perhaps with up to 2 G's of acceleration - and still it goes faster and
faster, until it's going at hundreds of miles per hour, even before you leave
the ground. It quite bowls you over. When you finally leave the ground,
there is little further increase in speed at that moment - just a lurching,
floating sort of feeling.
Bivalia: Yes, I know what you mean.
Michael: Well, it was like all of that in the dream. And the plane quite
quickly lifted up, so that it almost felt like it was standing on end. And in
fact I found that I tended to slide backwards to the rear of the plane, along
with anything not fixed down. (This bit, and the standing on end, are of
course exaggerated compared to real life, but then dreams often do that, at
least with me.)
Well, the plane just went up and up and the pitch of the engines just
seemed to get higher and higher and the speed increased more and more until I
wondered how much further it could go.
Michael: I woke up at that point. Sorry to let you down after all that
build-up, but I woke up quite suddenly. I was quite disappointed, because it
was really getting quite exciting and enjoyable. That soaring up and up felt
Bivalia: You're a flying freak as well as a train freak, are you, my friend?
Michael: I don't know. I haven't flown all that often in my life, but
yes, I think I do find it quite enjoyable. Perhaps all of us might be
surprised at the things we might like if life brought them our way more often.
Anyway, I looked at the time and it was 5.30 a.m. (by daylight saving
time - or 4.30 a.m. real time). I never wake up naturally at that
time or anything even remotely like it, so there must have been something
about that dream that woke me up, although I can't think what, unless it was
just what I've already told you.
Bivalia: Where do the Masters come into this?
Michael: They don't. Not yet; but I haven't finished quite yet.
Just about my very first thought (although I was wide awake very suddenly
and quickly) was that this dream might have been somehow connected with
Ashtar, even though he didn't come into the dream in any way; but I suppose
with the flying bit it seemed like the sort of dream that might have been
somehow connected with him or with the Ashtar Command generally. I just said
to Ashtar something like, "Sorry to leave you at that point, Ashtar; that
dream seemed somehow connected with you, and I would have liked to come along
I was due to play that morning at the Church of Antioch, but I didn't
have to get up until about 9 a.m., about three and a half hours hence, and I
fairly quickly went back to sleep again. Although that flying dream didn't
come back again (I would have liked it to, though), other dreams did. They
were so vague and diffuse that I couldn't give you even the slightest clue as
to what happened in them; but the funny thing is that I had a sense that
Ashtar did somehow come into these dreams. But that's all I can tell
So whether I really was with Ashtar or whether the impression merely came
because of my thinking about him upon awakening, by the effects of
autosuggestion, I can't say. But I have dreamed about Ashtar two or three
times before, equally vaguely, so I tend to notice when it happens again.
Bivalia: Well, it seems you do have a closeness to him, doesn't it?
Michael: It seems so. And in these dreams, he always seems like someone
I am quite close to.
Bivalia: Yes, this is so. You do work with him in your sleep times.
Michael: I just wish I could remember it better. And I wish dreams
wouldn't cut off just when they're getting really good.
Bivalia: Never mind. Your awareness will improve in the months and years
to come. And I'm sure Ashtar will one day take you for joy-rides to your heart's
content at a time when you can remember this with full awareness.
Michael: That would be nice.
Bivalia: And not long after that you will be able to go for your own
flights in your own merkabah with full awareness. Your merkabah or light-body is
almost infinitely versatile and can do anything you ask of it; but amongst other
things it is a spacecraft of immense power, far more awesome than any aircraft or
spaceship that you presently know of or can even presently imagine. It is
waiting for you to grow in awareness to the point where you can be aware of it.
It is in fact a part of you, not a mere dead machine. With it you can go
instantly anywhere in the universe, either alone or with anyone else you choose
to go with.
And words just can't tell you how blissful and exciting and exhilarating it
feels to be able to do this. Time itself seems to cease, so that you can in a
sense travel instantaneously but at the same time you can draw it out (if you
want), freezing time itself to enjoy that moment just as long as you want. Time
and space themselves become your playthings. Your dream was but the faintest
foretaste of what this is like once you are able to do it with full awareness.
I'm quite sure Ashtar one day will give you flying lessons if you like.
Michael: You make it all seem very attractive indeed, don't you?
Bivalia: That is the understatement of the year, my friend. Words cannot
describe what powers will be available to you once you ascend. In fact, you
already go flying with Ashtar sometimes, and also by yourself in your merkabah,
during your sleep times; but you just aren't aware of it yet. These things take
time, and awareness will come at some time.
Michael: I hope so. Anyway, that's all there was to the dreams that
night. I woke up and Louise came to get me and I then went to Franck's (where
he or other clergy hold the Eucharist each Sunday). But for some reason I
couldn't seem to get the idea of flying out of my mind. Sometimes a dream can
seem so fascinating that you keep thinking about it on and off throughout the
whole day. And I found thoughts of aeroplanes and flying coming back to mind
again and again throughout the day.
Bivalia: It triggers old and deep memories, doesn't it, a dream of this
sort? It arouses wonderful hopes for the future, yes?
Michael: I don't know. Maybe. It's difficult to explain. But certain
ideas came to me about how one might depict flight in music, if you wanted to
write a piece capturing the feeling of flying, especially that immense
increase in velocity. Well, those ideas had occurred to me before, years ago,
but this brought them back to mind again.
Bivalia: This is not for no reason at all. I hope you will do something
about that some time, although I know you already have enough preoccupations on
your plate at present. When you feel ready, though, be sure to ask Kuthumi to
help you with this, or any other music you feel inspired to write. He is always
willing to help you, and would like to see you do well in music, in this life, or
after ascension, or preferably both now and after ascension. And I am quite sure
that Sananda could give you much help in this area, although in different ways
because music is not quite such a specialization with him as it is with Kuthumi.
But if you have ideas now relating to music evoking the feeling of flying,
I suggest you write them down briefly now while they are still fresh in mind,
even if you have to keep detailed work on them for a later time. They will wait
until you are ready.
Michael: The Russian composer Scriabin was obsessed with the idea of
flight, and much of his music tries to capture a feeling of flight, and it can
be very exciting and uplifting. He was also obsessed with light, and was
always trying to express light in music. He almost seems to be playing with
the universe at times, dealing with the very forces of nature.
Bivalia: His music is very spiritual, as what you have just said makes
obvious. He had a real spiritual vision, and this is one of the reasons he has
been one of your favourite composers for at least 20 years.
Michael: In writing piano music, he developed techniques in which he
tried, with astonishing success, to break past the inherent limitations of
piano music, and it has been said that his piano sonatas "flood the keyboard
Bivalia: That is quite a good description of what he did, especially if you
can see it with clairvoyant vision.
Michael: Well, my musical vision is really quite different from his
(although I have been influenced by some of his techniques), but I think when
you come down to it, a spiritual vision is indivisibly linked with my musical
Bivalia: Yes, absolutely inseparable.
Michael: It's not always obvious, but I think it's inherent and implicit
in my whole musical thinking.
Bivalia: Yes, and when you contemplate that your contemporary musical
status quo does not seem to pay any attention to the spiritual, the visionary,
which seems to be rather unfashionable, I trust that you will not allow this
attitude to rub off on to your own music.
Michael: I hardly think so. I suspect it's the centre of music to me,
not an optional extra, and that without it music would mean nothing to me, and
lose all interest. We've talked before about that sense of wonder, of magic,
that pops into life at unexpected moments, that has always been the ultimate
goal of my music (and other things too). I don't suppose that vision is going
to change drastically after all these years; it seems to be an inherent part
of my personality, of my whole outlook on life.
At times the possibility of attaining that wonder (instead of merely
getting tantalizing reminders from time to time) is all that gives me a thread
of continued hope, because I can certainly say that there is nothing in the
worldly aspects of my life and the society I am in that give me even faint
glimmers of hope. In that sense I am profoundly introverted, in that the most
important things in life to me are very internal, and hardly at all external.
This is in a way a bit characteristic of autism, I suppose, which I was
diagnosed with when I was a baby. [c]
Bivalia: Don't worry about that. While in one sense this might seem like a
disability or disorder of some sort, and might cause you much difficulty at
times, a broader view of this, from a spiritual point of view, shows that
explaining it away like this is an over-simplification. But Sananda has already
confirmed that the intention of this was precisely to help you avoid getting
caught up too much in the negativity you are surrounded with in your world. If
you had been a so-called "normal" child, undoubtedly you would have got more
involved in all manner of worldly things, in school, and after school, right up
to now; and it is quite possible that in such a case you would have lost the
thread of your vision, which is quite incompatible with the ideals of your
society, but which, spiritually, is of great importance. You have been entrusted
with work that no-one else can do just exactly the same, and so you agreed to
measures that would protect your spiritual vision.
Michael: And, yet, I wonder. I'm sure many other starseeds, perhaps
most, have been much more involved in the world than I have. Everyone I know
is more involved, without exception.
Bivalia: Their missions are different from yours: neither more nor less
important, but just different. You have your own territory, and because of its
particular nature, it is more vulnerable to the world's destructive influence
than most of the other tasks. So measures have been taken, from birth right up
to now, to protect you from the worst of this. And you agreed to these measures
before being born into your present life. Every starseed who undertook missions
of any sort has certain safeguards in place to enhance whatever it is they have
to do; it just happens, by the chance of the game, that the safeguards you have
adopted are noticeably visible to casual inspection by people at large. That is
all it is. It is nothing to worry about.
Michael: I don't seem to be accomplishing any mission, in spite of all
Bivalia: We've talked about this before. Not all that you accomplish is
visible to either your 3rd-dimensional consciousness, or that of other people.
And not all that is part of your mission is meant to be accomplished in this
particular phase of your life, anyway. Much of it is for later times, and, at
levels you are not presently aware of, you are quietly preparing behind the
scenes, with my help and that of various Masters, for future work you will
accomplish when the time is right, and not before or after. You mustn't take too
superficial a view of this, nor too short-term a view. A person doesn't have
dreams of the sort you have had at various times without having the capability of
doing much valuable work for the light, and for God.
Michael: Perhaps. I just can't say for myself. I just have to hope
you're right. But I'm still full of doubts. I still have an airtight atheist
materialist mode of thinking that can still be highly persuasive, you know.
Bivalia: I know. And it doesn't worry me, or Sananda, or Ashtar, or any of
the other Masters you work with, or even God Himself. So I don't think you need
to worry overly much about that. Your conscious belief systems are only a very
small part of the overall picture; what's more important is what you value most
of all, deep down, what sort of spiritual vision you have. And we've already
seen that this inner life of yours is quite active.
Michael: Yes, well I might have to finish up soon, because I think I'm
running down. I think I just felt like telling you about that dream, because
it's been a bit on my mind today. But otherwise, I guess I haven't got much
more to say than yesterday, and this session won't be much longer.
Bivalia: Never mind. You seem to be in better spirits today, at least as
far as the writing itself is concerned. You were a bit down in yesterday's brief
Michael: I guess so. And that may not even be far away now. Perhaps the
dream has obscured that, and maybe now that I've got it out of the way, the
earlier dullness could come back.
Bivalia: I wouldn't be too quick to assume that. Didn't you call St.
Germain yesterday in an effort to transmute all that lower-frequency energy to
higher-frequency energy, to try and feel a bit better?
Michael: Yes, I did, but it didn't seem to work miracles.
Bivalia: You're too impatient; don't judge things too quickly. Didn't it
occur to you that this dream of flying could have been one of the effects of St.
Germain's work with you in response to your request?
Michael: No, it didn't occur to me, not until about a minute or two
before I actually typed your saying that.
Bivalia: Well, just remember that. Perhaps you expected a vague
improvement in mood that same day; but the transmutation often comes in forms you
aren't expecting. Your dream certainly had a higher order of energy to it than
yesterday's mood, didn't it?
Bivalia: Just keep on calling on the Masters, even if you don't feel like
it. There may be times when doing so is the last thing you feel like doing;
those times are the times when you most need them.
Michael: It's very difficult to call them at those times, though.
Bivalia: I know. But try to, at least on some of those occasions.
Tell them you feel that way, if it helps make it easier, and tell them
why you feel that way.
Michael: I do. I'm afraid I'm a bit of a grouch at times with them.
Well, not with them personally, but just grouching about things generally at
Bivalia: Don't worry about that. It is more important to be honest and
open with them, even when that sometimes causes you to appear gloomy and negative
with them, than to artificially give them a false spiritual front all the time.
The way you talk with them is just right, but to talk to them even more often can
only do good, and speed up your increase in consciousness. Come and talk with me
if at times that seems easier than the Masters, either in writing like this, or
just in your own thoughts.
Michael: I'm not sure if it's easier. It's different, shall we say?
Bivalia: Well, just do what seems best at the time. But it would be very
good to keep as much in touch with me and the Masters as possible. It will also
help draw you closer to God, which I know is something you find difficult,
although I can assure you that God Himself feels no discomfort or offence at
this. He just goes on giving you all the love He can, whatever you do. But you
can be sure He appreciates the difficulty many people have in acquiring a
closeness to Him, a consciousness of His existence, and He appreciates how His
very universality makes this awareness of Him difficult to achieve.
Michael: Yes. Well, anyway, I think I'm running out of things to say; I
don't think this was ever going to be a long session anyway. So, unless you
have particular things to share with me, I think I'll say good night.
Bivalia: I will say good night too; I have nothing further to say now, in
particular. I love you, and will remain with you as long as you wish that.
Michael: Thank you. Good night.