The Pyramid

I have the distinct feeling that I can see out but no one can see in.

Despite the clear glass, and the fact that there was nothing but desert expanding in every direction, I feel protected. Safe. Peaceful.

My duties here are simple: Receive the messages.

The pyramid gets warm under the sun, but never uncomfortable. I have space to sleep, a simple couch and a Persian rug. There's a small wooden table with a lamp, it makes for a cozy atmosphere when the black of night comes.

There's a single glass staircase on an inside wall of the pyramid, winding up to a small landing with just enough space for me to kneel and look out at the 360 degree expanse of white sand.

On the landing is another small handmade rug, a leather bound journal, and a pen. It's here that I receive the messages.

A small, diamond shaped crystal floats near the point. It hovers just over my head and I can feel energy flowing through it, down and around me as I sit beneath it.

I know it's important to do this task. I feel I'm preparing for something. I don't question why, that doesn't seem to cross my mind.

Everyday, I go up the stairs and sit to receive the messages. There are long transmissions, and short transmissions. I receive the words, no voice attached, no identity, just streams of knowledge about the future.

I sense that people will come, and I will share these messages. I envision trails of seekers, who have been struck with the urge to travel to my pyramid, crossing the desert, and somehow locating me.

I will speak to them the words I've been gifted. By whom, I don't know. We will interpret them together, we will guide ourselves forward with this knowledge. We will expand the future of civilization.

Slowly, I open my eyes. The room seems stunningly bright, and it takes me a few moments to land in the present time.

I roll my neck and drink some water.

"That was a wild meditation." I think to myself. Time for lunch.

Some months after that experience, which I'd mostly forgotten about (even the most powerful meditations have a way of slipping from the mind), I came across a passage in a book I couldn't believe.

As I read through a man's description of a past life experience, I realized it was almost identical to the vision I'd had in my meditation.

A pyramid in the desert, alone, doing some kind of divinely instructed job of managing said pyramid and receiving messages that were directed there.

His experience led him to believe there was some kind of alien intelligence that had built the pyramid and its messaging system.

"What does it mean?!" I asked to no one, and the whole Universe.

Are we having shared past life visions? Were we in the pyramid at separate times? Should I go search for a stand alone pyramid in the desert and see what happens?

Is this all real??

Visions of the past coming into the present, to predict the future.

I think about the pyramid often now. I imagine the warmth and the simple process of receiving.

I think about how we're all connected with invisible cosmic threads of time and knowledge.

I think about the complexities of the world, and the unknowns, and the aliens.

I sometimes wish my life felt as pure and sacred as my time in the pyramid.

Maybe I'm doing a modern version of my pyramid job- receiving messages, sharing the words, shining a light so seekers from around the internet's pathways can come together and try to interpret the Earth's destiny as we build the future.