Staring into your eyes, I feel your Truth burn through me, your image on the screen more alive than anything I have encountered before. Surprised. My breath catches. The world stops. Time Stops. Your gaze fills my whole knowing. Some part of me answers your wordless call. I don’t know who or what you are, but I know you

“Who are you?” I ask aloud, speak to the computer screen. I scroll down, skim the channeled message on my friend’s blog. She often channels Ascended Masters and Angels but this being I have never heard off. I can barely read, so intense is the image, the artist’s rendering of a man no photo could capture.

“I Am Ashtar Sheran,” the text proclaims, but no recognition stirs within me at the name. I have no idea who he is, and yet I must know, now. A sense of urgency. Necessity. Your eyes continue to stare through me as I reach for my phone, to call and ask rather than struggle to force my brain to work.

Erin explains briefly about the Commander of the Galactic Federation of Light, but I am not satisfied. That may be his work, but who is he?

“I can introduce you.” Erin suggests helpfully.

“Oh.” I blink, surprised. That hadn’t occurred to me. Meet such an awesome being? I had no reservations working with Adama, High Priest of Telos, or speaking for Metatron, ArchArchAngel. But this unspeakably incredible entity? How perfect.

Erin instructed me to sit somewhere quiet. I opted for outside, needing real air. I closed my eyes and relaxed my body, preparing to journey, but there was no where to go, we felt him politely waiting outside my energy field as if this had all be arranged before.

I gave permission for him to step forward. Erin described seeing him bow formally. I saw and felt him bend to one knee, take my right hand in his, and press a gallant kiss to the back of my hand.

I may have giggled.

Never before had anyone 3D or otherwise paid such homage to me. I felt as if I deserved such a greeting, as if I was in fact worthy of such respect, as if I were someone special.

Ashtar stood in my mind’s eye, looking at me as if he saw all of me. Erin’s voice in my ear requested permission to work with me. I gave it, wholeheartedly. He could have asked for anything and I would have given it. I trusted him instantly, as I have never trusted before. More than even an angel. He felt like the absolute manifestation of honor and integrity. In that moment, he asked permission for several other things, and I gave it, though now I couldn’t tell you what it was.

It all happened very quickly, just the shortest instant in time. But I think it caused one of the most profound shifts I have experienced.

After I got off the phone with Erin, I sat down with his image on my computer screen, to journal my experience. And there he was, at my finger tips, speaking to me. As I looked into his eyes, his mark of Truth boring into me. I had one simple request. At least, I thought it was simple.

“Show me who you are.”

“I will show you who and what I am, but in order to do so, I must first teach you who you are.”

A much scarier prospect, but I gave him permission to show me my self and he has been doing it ever since.