On Earth, I was becoming something of a teacher, passing on the words of the Mekeer and the results of my own investigations to groups of ardent seekers. While I encountered no more Behehn, I did meet several of the old guard, those who had been chipped in previous passes, and who took to bowing to me as the sects to their Prophet, sometimes murmuring: "Rice for your children, with water."

In my meditations and private writings, something new and large seemed to be forming, some manner of perception, of organising the world. With Ley's guidance, I entered into it, meditating at the seven floating palaces as stories and legends formed about me. The Sea of Gefraim appeared to my vision, and I sailed along on the boat of my dreams, booking excursions from Port St Nilly to the Realms of Oshun, Park and Dreen. As I negotiated more favourable rates, the number and extent of these trips increased, I advancing to Dabol and beyond, to the heights of the Dome, and carrying tales of my adventures to Earth, where I started to speak of the First Gate filters.

It all made little sense at first, and even now, when I teach a class in the thing, I often have no idea what these Veils concern. But when the Gates came down so dramatically that night, I was changed forever, life's order exposed. I saw the shapes, the unbelievable control.

Six months later, in July 2008, the call came from my present employer, the Ashram of Peace, Love and the Seventh Way. Within days of assuming my joint role of Chief Assistant to the Director and Instructor in Veilic Initiation, the ashram was renamed to the Mekeer Metaphysical Centre in recognition of the aliens now joined to it through me.

And so began the Third Phase.

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