by Dana Howard

On April 29, 1955, the beautiful DIANE made an impressive appearance upon the stage of the Planet Earth. Seventeen years previously (while functioning in my [etheric] twin-body) this same Diane had taken me aboard a gem-studded spaceship preparatory to an obviously teleported flight to Venus. On April 29, 1955, she stood before twenty-seven amazed persons in a corner of the little Church of Divine Light, Los Angeles, California. Several who were present that night have given written testimony to the fact that DIANE was neither an ectoplasmic-built entity, nor was she an apparition.

I quote from a letter from Lucille Points, Los Angeles, “I have had the opportunity of sitting through many materialization seances, but I shall never forget one particular evening this spring when Reverend Bertie Lillie Candler had one of her very interesting and inspiring seances. A beautiful, fleshly being came, rather hesitantly at first, then saying, ‘I am Diane. I come from Venus’. Truly I can say this was the most outstanding experience of my life.”

Recently another guest made this statement:

“During the past year-and-a-half, I have witnessed some two thousand manifestations of so-called spirit return. I have taped some fifty-five hours of recordings. I can give a reasonable explanation for all of them, but for this entity called DIANE, I can give no explanation.”

At the time of her appearance, the manifested Diane appeared a considerable distance from the draped-off area where Bertie Lilly Candler, nationally famed medium was entranced. The manifestation that at first reached better than eight feet tall, seemed to be composed of long strings of milky white substance, illumined from behind by a phosphorescent glow of blue-white light. It seemed to be making wide, sweeping brush strokes in the air. Whirling and swirling before our eyes, we watched the form as it came into being. Bowing low in greeting, she said:

“I AM DIANE. I COME FROM VENUS.” Her tone was clear and bell-like and oh’s and ah’s seemed to come from every throat. Quoting a passage from DIANE (She Came From Venus):

“Once adjusted to the vibrations, she dwindled in size, until I judged her to be about five feet tall. As she tossed back her well-shaped head, revealing her perfectly chiseled features, there was no mistaking her identity. She was the same being of ‘unsurpassed loveliness’ who years earlier had escorted me to the waiting spaceship . . .”

“THIS IS THE FIRST TIME WE OF THE GREATER PLANETS HAVE BEEN PERMITTED TO COME TO BEINGS OF EARTH,” she informed. “FROM NOW ON WE SHALL BE WITH YOU, ALWAYS.”

Since that unforgettable date of April 29, 1955, Diane has come many, many times. During the preparation of this book (see link below) she came regularly, every day over a period of weeks. Sometimes she remained but a few moments; at other times an hour or so.

To the wholly materially-minded, this rings like a bell in the belfry, but only because most of us have been chained to our fixed beliefs. As we are forcibly jarred loose from preconceived ideas the chains are broken. For centuries we have hung on a cross of thorns, literally afraid to cut the threads of our sorrows. The bread of bitterness, we have found more substantial than the nectars of the gods. Unwittingly perhaps, our great humanity is slowly crawling back into the grottos of darkness, until one day we will come to distrust the light. We will have only dim memories to sustain us.

To be sure, it is hard to accept new ideas, far afield from the usual norm. Fresh knowledge, concepts of “new worlds to conquer,” other horizons to be enjoyed, is just so much floating flotsam over our heads. Imprisoned in material bodies, and moved about as pawns on a chessboard, it is incredible to us that life anywhere in the universe might be lived on a more expansive scale. Only now and then one of the more courageous pioneers reaches out toward the larger, finer goals. Like the turtle, the few who stick out their necks have been pelted with stones of ridicule. They must either sink back into the quagmire of status quo, or plow on ahead knowing the service they render today will have a far-reaching effect on the generations that follow.

All panaceas tried through the years have failed. We are no closer to basic security today than we were centuries ago. Rather than turning a skeptical ear to a hopeful future, they are still searching far and wide for the spiritual guideposts.

The new seeds furnish the virility of continuance. History is punctuated with change. But DIANE has not forgotten the beings of earth. For months past, she has graced many desert spots with her charming, [etheric] twin-presence. Mind-to-mind, soul-to-soul, she has transmitted her heaven-inspired messages and words of good cheer.

“Many times you have marveled that one, not of your Earth, should possess great knowledge of earth and earthlings,” she impressed on one occasion. “In days long ago, I too traversed your earth in a physical body,” she said further. “Within the girth of your own lifetime, I have manifested to many earthlings. In times of war and world stress, untold numbers from the more advanced planets have donned the robes of earth, that they might help alleviate suffering let loose in your world.

“My daughter, throughout eons of time, stirring events have changed the pattern of your earth. The challenge ahead is immeasurable, and as in every age, certain individuals are being singled out of the mass to be used as emissaries of good will. That these instruments might better serve, little by little their minds are sharpened to universal perceptions. In the days not too far distant, today’s universal perceptions will become universal realizations. When that day arrives it will be the many, not the few, who will penetrate into the far reaches of Universal Mind. They will not be drawn from the ranks of the self-appointed celestial guardians . . . those who would willy-nilly rescue humanity . . . but they will be known by their works and their deeds, only.

“All things have a pattern and a mold in the realms invisible,” she said further. “Behind the evanescent curtain that divides the earth plane from the more subtle regions, you will find a vast network . . . strands of milky-white substance, faintly tinged with a delicate blue. This finely woven substance in many respects resembles the web of your lowly spider. When it is played upon with electrical energy, creation, as you know creation, is the result.

“Many thousands of years went into the creation of your present earth formation,” she went on. “Crystallized bodies form slowly. With the subtler bodies, creation is rapid . . . at times, instantaneous. In the same way, that which has been thusly created can be nullified and erased by means of materialization and de-materialization. On your lower planes there are instances of spontaneous generation. But on all higher planes, instantaneous manifestation is usual.

“My daughter, your Planet Earth will soon evolve to its next higher octave. We of the more exalted planes have come to aid and assist our brothers in developing these higher skills. Many long years have you sought conquest of the ethers. Your intuition has told you there is a deeper, purer manifestation of Life than you earthlings know anything about. When you have learned to know, and balance the elements . . . when you are willing to cooperate in the broader plan, you will then be certain there are worlds within worlds, each one held intact within the other. You will understand that each not only carries its individual tone, but can reach out and embrace the others.

“For centuries, earthlings have been reaching toward these higher goals, sometimes feebly, again in real earnest. Life is a constant spiral of universalization and specialization. It is the same on all planets. When balance is lost, trouble ensues.”

Diane’s words seemed to fade away and in the short interim I thought of her visits in recent months. There had been a marked advance in the knowledgeable trend of her discourses, as compared with her earlier visits. They seemed more profound. It was more difficult for my mind to grasp the delicate shadings of meaning. Was it an indication of the speeding-up processes now going on upon the Planet Earth? Were the seeds of our new Tree of Life beginning to sprout at last? It seemed obvious we had come to the last frontiers. We had exhausted our “one world” resources. Now the time had come to step across the borderline. To be sure, it was a rugged ascent, for evolution’s pathway is strewn with mishaps. How many more rivers of blood would we be forced to swim to get there? Or, when we had the lost keys in our possession, would we be able to ford those streams without more bloodshed?

The planetary pendulum is swinging. We must swing with it. It is the only way, seemingly, we can leave our tradition-bound existence behind us. It is the only sure way we can plant a sturdy, virile, new Tree of Life, for as our tree of life IS . . . so are WE.

Diane had made it very plain we are living in the greatest day of our long histories. That when we develop the working antenna, ideas beyond human comprehension will flow through. It appears evident on all sides that human instruments by the thousands are in the making. The human mind is the gateway, and as human potential is increased, receptivity is amplified. Can we slip quietly into the new patterns as we travel along? As old pattern-molds wear out, will new ones be created to take their place? If so, there would be no need for jarring discords. We would not have to resort to cataclysm or atom bombs. It would come about with natural, and perhaps dramatic suddenness.

We have always had advance warnings. We are being warned this time. If we refuse to heed the warnings, then we must accept our fate.

Diane had said:

“My daughter . . . that which is born of flesh, is flesh. That which is born of spirit, is spirit. This is the word of your holy book. As the great change draws near, ever greater disharmonies will be evident on the earth plane. Serious rifts between men and nations will arise. Friends will become enemies without seeming cause. Families will differ in thought and opinion. Marital discords will be on the increase. This will not go on endlessly, for earthlings will eventually come to the end of that road. When they begin to recognize the error of their ways, little by little, unified thought will take the place of chaotic thinking. The stubborn fixations inherent in the multitudes will be absorbed by unified thought. The general trend of destructiveness will come to a sudden halt, for the old cycle will be wholly embraced within the new, higher octave.

“Before this can happen, my daughter . . . earthlings must learn the notes of the new scale. This scale will not be without its discords, but they will be dissonants of change, not the clash of the lower planes. They will be both translatable and transmutable, for in time all will be skilled in singing the songs of the new dimension.”

It was a wonderful thought, but seemingly so far from reality. For years past, there had been no security in our so-called security. But it would be a Herculean task to hold back the flood waters, should the dam suddenly break. This meant if chaos was to be averted, tomorrow must be prepared for today. When one is drowning he does not ask to be saved. Someone dives in and saves him. This implied, did it not, that there is a definite task before every serious-minded person living in the world today? A still more weighty task on the shoulders of every natural “sensitive.” Faith is not enough. Belief must be followed up by action. Only then, and for the first time, genuine security can be realized in its entirety.

Diane had said:

“It will not be an easy task. But those who are ready today will find a banquet table awaiting them tomorrow. My daughter . . . your earth is in desperate need of the freshness of originality. Earthlings are afraid to be original. All originality has been sapped from the old regime. No single individual nor any one collective group can save your present society. The structure-tissue has degenerated. It must be replaced.

“But why be perplexed,” she said, “when you have at your disposal knowledge and wisdom beyond anything you have ever known? Your present world structure has been built from mass-consciousness. The mass-consciousness of today will build the world of tomorrow. If you go ahead with confidence, you will pyramid to success. When many eyes are opened to long-range vision . . . when the many are ready and willing to try the new, then things will begin to happen. It is a prodigious task to clear away doubts, to tear down false concepts, to restore order. In the evolution of races, there is a seed time and harvest time.

There is likewise a seeding time and harvesting time in the evolution of continents . . . in the growth of the planets themselves. When earthlings make ready the road, then only will they be able to glimpse the splendor of the Apocalypse.”

My mind sped back to that eventful night of April 29, 1955, when Diane made her strange appearance in the little white church in Los Angeles. Things had been happening with incredible speed since then. Reports were being received from all parts of the globe, indicating that many individuals were making contact with beings from other planets.

Diane had said many times:

“One of the reasons we are coming into your orbit at this time, is that we might assist with the vibratory change so essential to transition. Your earth’s density must be raised an entire octave. When life becomes operative in this new octave, then interplanetary communication and travel will be made possible. Workers are needed, both on the manifest side of the earth’s surface and in the tenuous regions across the vale of death. In the interim, physical bodies will be regenerated and made ready for habitation on the higher planes. Many thousands now destined to pass from the physical body will not be forced to wander aimlessly in the nebulous astral worlds. They will be translated immediately to other planets to be taught and conditioned in the wiser ways. In due time some will return to earth, of their own volition, to teach others.

“Remember, my daughter, it is imperative the invisible planes be cleaned up, as well as the surface of the earth itself.”

I thought about it for a moment. This had always been a puzzling question in my mind. Was it possible for us to enter the more rarefied atmosphere of other planets with the earth body we now possess? She answered almost before the thought was born.

“It is amusing to us,” she replied . . . “that your scientists continue to measure other planets with your own short yardstick. They state emphatically that human life, as you know it on earth, cannot exist on the Planet Venus. That earthlings would be quickly consumed by great heat. My daughter, your planet is a planet of flesh, as I have told you so often. Things earthly are clothed in an earthly shell. Materiality breeds more materiality. Earthly manifestation is, at best, only transitory. It must eventually decay. To place complete dependence in things of earth, is to know want. That which is of higher tenure can be frequently renewed. Patterns can be changed with the swiftness of thought.

“The body of your earth is undergoing a complete change. Not only must human vibration be raised, but the planetary rate as well. Remember well, my daughter, before space travel is possible, your earth, too, must go through a process of change. Even today, from every corner of your earth the birth-pangs can be felt. Earthlings are experiencing many strange currents they do not understand. Many will go on ahead. There will be ever-increasing greater numbers of inductees into the space groups. This will continue until a firm and substantial foundation has been laid, and a proper nucleus built.

“In the interim, thousands will be tested. Many will be found wanting, for few there are who are willing to make the sacrifice, especially if it infringes on their worldly possessions. To us, this situation is appalling, and unless a remedy is forthcoming, the higher forces will be compelled to hasten the day when your financial empire must fall.”

Diane hesitated. It seemed a breathless silence had intruded. Perhaps she had inadvertently said something that should have remained unsaid. She did not elaborate, but the significance was self-evident. Our financial empire was crumbling. We were operating on a premise of false values. Where would it end?

I questioned no further but transferred my trend of thought to those individuals who had recently been selected as helpers. What of them? Would they be willing to go on when the grottos of darkness hedged them in on all sides? Would they be devoured by these darker forces so very hard to stem? I had been in these grottos myself. I knew how easy it was to turn back. I had been through experiences I hoped never to repeat. But I knew that I MUST go on.

Excerpt from Over The Threshold

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