This statement became my code, the basic rule by which I would lead my life. Those things one reads in spiritual books, tales of sacrifice to the Highest Powers, would become the stuff of this incarnation. And I would live or die by it.

As it turned out, I lived, and very happily, my life transforming in a moment into a glorious spiritual adventure. As with the astral projection and psychic powers, I found other capacities awakening in me, a distinctive tickling of the brain presaging the emergence of another exciting layer. I was visited by angels and Ascended Masters, who revealed many of the great secrets of this planet, the shapes and networks which guide our lives. I began to ride the flow of synchronicity, recognising the perfect order around me, the manifestations in a simple occurrence.

As these new capacities came, so the old ones became much sharper, particularly the ability to recognise other Behehn, which I could now do with 85% accuracy. I soon hooked up with other members of the sacred army, remarkable individuals far more experienced than myself who provided so many cues. I learned that the aliens' disappearance was a natural course, that it marked a transition to the Second Phase, during which the chip's connections with the brain and the rest of the system deepened significantly. We spent much time discussing the sorry state of the world, the fixation on money and the resulting fields, the metaphysical cannons we would focus on them, the great explosions of Qedin on Earth!

As cool as all of this was, all this power and subtle destruction, the fact remained that I was still a human on this planet, that I still needed money, food and shelter, and it was here, in the most physical affairs, that Qedin worked its greatest magic. For when I had need of food, it appeared; when a room for the night was required, it was there; when my wallet turned light on pennies and shillings, a speaking engagement was found. How well I remember the young lad who approached my crate in Hyde Park that day, who asked so innocently if I was an alien. "Yes, son," I said, bending down and cupping his cheek. "Perhaps you are, too."

It wasn't all so beautiful, our group encountering the violent opposition one expects from humans when the fallacy of identity is exposed. Our lives were threatened, people swore they would sue, but all of us knew we were protected by the aliens, even when confronted by those darker forces, the minions of far less benevolent ETs.

On New Year's Eve, 2006, I and the other seven of the London Behehn (by now half-jokingly referring to ourselves as Eleusis Fold) travelled to India for a celebration on the beaches of Goa. During a wild night of spiritual medicinals, I burst through a wormhole into empty, outer space, hanging a moment before blasting off into sublime unconsciousness. I was not at all surprised to awaken in the meeting room on the starship Prime, nor by the tears which flowed as my teacher, Ley, held and caressed me. "Let us begin," she whispered.

And so began the Second Phase of my training, which would culminate one year later with my initiation into the Veils.

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