by Dana Howard

Supreme moments come to us, but supreme moments are fleeting. They must be captured at the peak of the tide woven into the fabric of the garment of the day else centuries may pass before conditions are ripe for them to come again. Supreme moments follow on the heels of prophesy.

When we piece together both facts and symbols we are reasonably assured that these intelligent ones from faraway planets have cast their influence over our earth many times in the past. But as DIANE said:

“THIS IS THE FIRST TIME WE OF THE GREATER PLANETS HAVE BEEN PERMITTED TO COME TO BEINGS OF EARTH.”

Does this mean there are many Venusians among us, walking the streets of earth?

When we research into the past we find that thirteen centuries before the birth of Christ the Voice of Venus spoke through Akhnaton, known to historians as the mad Pharaoh of Egypt. Aton, as his devout followers affectionately called him, tried mightily to impress the Egyptians of that day; there could only be peace when and where the brotherhood of man prevailed. Egypt was then in the childhood of cycles. The preponderance of weight was on the side of evil. The Egyptians failed to heed their prophet. One of the bloodiest times in all history followed, bringing to dust one of the greatest civilizations our earth has ever known.

Before this time the ancient Egyptians had worshiped many gods. They had a god for every day of the week. Just as many of us today need images and symbols as a spiritual crutch, they too needed something before which they could prostrate themselves. They wanted to believe there was a divinity ready to grant every trivial wish and desire.

Akhnaton was perhaps one of the greatest psychics who ever lived. He received his divine instructions through the medium of vision. Each day he would go out into the blazing, sun-clad desert where he offered prayers to his ONE GOD. He knew there was but ONE GOD for his visions told him so. This God was everywhere present. He was in the trees, the flowers, the hills and the seas. He was buried deep in the hearts of the people. While many deemed Aton mad, still they loved him. As their ruler, Akhnaton gained many converts to this new belief. It wasn’t easy. For each believer there were two disbelievers. Then as now the majority wanted to cling to that which they were used to. They resented change and were willing to spill blood to keep the status quo.

This did not deter the devout Aton and his zeal grew to boundless proportions. Day by day, true to his visions, he continued his trek into the lonely desert for moments of sacred quietude with his God. As he preached to them, for a time, converts came rapidly. He pleaded with them to believe in him.

“There is but ONE GOD,” he preached fervently. “All others are but his manifestation.”

The harder he prayed the higher the evil gods reared their ugly heads. The converts were separated from the incredulous by the symbol they wore on their person, a symbol known to us today as the crux ansata or cross of life. This circle with a cross beneath it signifies that God is a sphere within which is embraced every living thing. It was this cross of life that first brought your author to the realization that the Venusians had brought their influence to bear on the ancient Egyptians. In “My Flight to Venus” I noted this symbol in evidence everywhere. The Venusians display the crux ansata as we display our national flag.

Aton told his people his new God would deliver them from their fears. He would take away the darkness. “The heart of man is dark,” he said. “Many think they believe, but they do not know the Light when they see it.”

The reign of the “mad” Pharaoh was short-lived. In the end much blood was spilled. The dark forces won out, and Aton went to his couch of death a sick and disillusioned soul. Before he passed into the beyond he told his people:

“My eyes have pierced all barriers as if they were barriers of pure water. I behold the world that will come after me. In that world is neither hatred nor fear. Men share their toil with one another and there is neither sick nor poor among them. All are brothers and war is banished.”

Many centuries have passed and the words of Egypt’s sage have not yet come to pass. The seeds we are reaping today were sown in the soil of Egypt at the beginning of this present cycle. Hearts were “twisted and shadowy” then. They are “twisted and shadowy” now. Each generation has gone around on the same treadmill, the forces of good speared against the forces of evil.

By the same token, truth is the same yesterday, today . . . forever. It should mean something to us to see that as far back as the reign of Akhnaton, the Venusians, our next order of life, have been trying to impress and inspire us. In our hearts we know they cannot do the job for us. We must do it for ourselves.

Egypt fell because she refused to listen to the voice of Akhnaton. She fell because evil overpowered good. The Egyptian cycle was ushered in. It ran its gamut of destruction ending in the woeful downfall of a great empire. But we believe sincerely the dying words of Egypt’s prophet will one day come to pass.

The Great Akhnaton was true to his ONE GOD to his dying breath but at the end he had but few loyal followers. These few remained loyal in their hearts but they were always careful to conceal their holy symbol away from the profane gaze of their enemies.

The spirit of the great Akhnaton is with us today. The seeds garnered from his unswerving faith have been born and reborn, generation after generation. His was a loyalty generously and honestly given. These self-same seeds are struggling to germinate in the little handful of believers today.

As in the early Egyptian times, Venusian influences are all about us. If we will but place our faith in that influence we will fly on wings of splendor to the domains of success. With belief in our hearts we will find the power to accomplish that which we set out to do. To those whose perceptions have been acutely awakened, this sky pageantry is not a myth. It is a miracle in the evolution of progress. It is one of the wonders of our age. It can change the pattern of events drafted in our man-created universe. It will one day revolutionize our world.

This places the burden on the few who have made contact, either physically or otherwise. They should be relentless in their efforts to put the message across to the less fortunate. Many will listen if they are approached in the right manner. It is a wonderful feeling to know we are reinforced from beyond.

Henceforth there will be those who will come close at times, then again they will seem to be far away. Those who earnestly seek will receive help from beyond.

If the pattern of past times is followed out we cannot expect this help to continue forever. While they will always be there beyond the visible horizon, to be contacted by those in tune, we cannot expect to have the continued warm camaraderie of their presence unless we avail ourselves of the opportunity before us today. If we try, travel to other planets might be much closer than we think.

Many are asking the question—was the Egyptian cycle the only evidence we have had of the coming of the Venusians? Let us think a moment! Midway between the Egyptian cycle and our modern times Christianity was ushered in. Signs and omens were in the heavens then, just as they are today.

Every church tenet has taught that the “birth of Christ cycle” was heralded by the maneuvering of a strange light across the heavens—the Star of Bethlehem it is called. This illumined star led the Three Wise men to the cradle of the infant, Jesus. This poses another momentous question in the minds of serious thinkers. Could the Star of Bethlehem have been a brilliantly lighted flying disc? “And lo, the star which they saw in the East went before them “til it came and stood where the young child was.” Matt. 2 : 9.

If your author’s experience, whether teleportive and mystical, can be wholly relied upon (and I feel certain it can) we are still a far cry from Venusian perfection. In the cycle we have lived through we have lost our spiritual core. We have sought one goal that we might escape the goal behind us that was hateful to look upon. It has been progress of a sort but never have we known the true meaning of existence. We are constantly asking the question . . . why are we here . . . and where are we going? We have reached for classical cultures only to see them wither and die in our grasp. Throughout our long existence we have worshiped the superficial rather than the real.

Jesus said: “I go to prepare a place for you.” Many want to believe that other planetary visitors are here to help prepare us for the glorious inheritance we shall one day enjoy. Few of us would want to go into their beautiful, nature-woven world with the scales of our own filthy debris clinging to our aura.

The Venusians came to the “mad Pharaoh” in vision. They are coming to many in visions today. When we are prepared for them they will come in physical manifestation. They will come in numbers. They will walk among us, they will be one with us.

Those earthlings who are today ready and willing to make a place in their hearts for the teachings of Venus, should know no more anguish or tear-stained struggle. They should thrill to the strange elixir coursing through their veins. Those who are willing to labor for a better way of life just as those who have toiled for the glittering stuff we call gold, will know the meaning of friendship and love. Each and every one of us will know that the span of our lives is not the measurement of existence—that it is only a tiny dot in the great whole. When we are cleaned right down to our ancestral taproots, that will be the day we will know brotherhood, not for the few, but for all humanity. It seems beyond the realm of possibility now, but once we set our sails to the four winds we will find we are possessed with a universal driving power that will carry us to the end of our sojourn. Just as the Venusians seemingly have learned to mold the plasms into any desired form, we too can manipulate skilfully the self-same plasms, for in the last analysis plasm is nothing more nor less than “dynamically actuated consciousness.”

Whether we believe it or not, this is all within the chain-work of our times. This means we can have our dreams and we can make those dreams come true. As the High Priest in the Temple of Venus told this author:

“Only this—our Planet Venus has known the fullness of perfection. But step by step each and every planet in the broad universal system must climb the golden stairs. Child of Earth . . . your America is the hope of your planet. She will rise to her greatness, a haven for all who seek rest. With the coming of the New Dispensation—America, the land that has housed so many races shall rise. Her banner of freedom shall wave in all its glory.”

Excerpt from Diane – She Came From Venus

Full Opera Akhnaten by Philip Glass (audio only)