Stardust - Chapter 6, Part 2

By Marty Boyle

Stardust: A Conversation with Galactic Archangel Orion
By Marty Boyle

          (Galactic Archangel Orion and Soul continue their remarkable journey, and on this stop, Soul learns a great deal from two remarkable beings.)

Chapter 6, Part 2
I thought a long moment, pondering the effect of my own dreams on Gaia and the Universe. Suddenly, another thought crossed my mind. “Speaking of being sent out into the Universe, are out-of-body experiences real or are they just bizarre dreams?”
“Yes, Soul. Out-of-body experiences, also called astral travel, are real, and most occur during sleep times. Many humans can easily perceive leaving their physical bodies to become Light bodies in order to explore the astral plane; others find it a more challenging process.”
“I would think that would be terrifying – leaving your body behind to hang out on the astral plane. Wouldn’t you just float away?”
“At all times, humans have a thin, silver cord that acts like a lifeline to the traveling soul, connecting their etheric and physical bodies. It keeps their souls from floating away, as you so aptly put it. Do you happen to recall any out-of-body experiences of your own?”
“No, I don’t have any memories of flitting around the Universe. I think I would pretty much remember suddenly being given the ability to stretch my wings and soar.” I paused. “But, if there are no cackles of hungry hyenas involved, how might I train myself to go out onto the astral plane? And what would happen if I did, providing the hungry hyenas have been kept at bay?”
Orion nodded. “Astral travel, also known as astral projection, or remote viewing, is used for both pleasure or learning. But memory or not, you have, indeed, been flitting about the Universe, Soul.”
“I have?” I squeaked. “Why would I do that – astral traveling?”
“Some like to see the world from a different perspective; some like to speak with loved ones who have passed on – the whys are unique to each traveler.” I opened my mouth, but he continued. “As to how to experience astral travel, the very first thing you do is to surround yourself with protective White Light. Next, try lying down on your back in a comfortable position, and fully relax, focusing on your breathing. Then, imagine yourself gently rolling out of your body, and move toward the ceiling, and then out from there. Look down at yourself, as though someone else was looking at you. Finally, be patient with yourself. Remember, like lucid dreaming, you are training your mind, and it may take time.”
He paused. “Soul, what have you learned on this part of our journey?”
“Well, I learned that I’m busy clearing out the old paradigms inside of me, making way for the new and improved me. For the most part, I appear to be facing my challenges squarely and successfully. And finally, I’m ready to give birth to something, which hopefully, won’t involve an inordinate amount of exhaustion, diapering, strong odors and round-the-clock feedings.”
“Well done!” Orion chuckled and pointed out the window. “Would you like to visit that wood?” I quickly rose from the bed, peered out the window, and nodded. Amidst a small whooshing sound we were standing at the edge of the beautiful trees.
Gazing around me slowly, I took in my surroundings. I seemed to be standing in a park. The first thing I noticed was the Peace and Love that enveloped the area. I breathed deeply of it, and then turned around to see a kaleidoscope of color everywhere I looked. I found my human self trying to attach a name to each, but quickly gave up when I realized that these colors would not be found in any crayon box in my world.
          There was no sign of any pesky earth paradigms here because the cloudless sky was a mint green, the trees were bright yellow, and the grass was pale blue. My gaze travelled to a beautiful pink gazebo, with inviting cushions. A soft purple rain fell gently over the gazebo, and I felt compelled to move toward it. A thrill shot through me when I realized that I was not walking on the grass, but floating about three inches above it. I sensed Orion chuckling at my humanity, and I grinned sheepishly in reply. I stood next to the gazebo, allowing the purple rain to fall on me. When I turned my face heavenward, I gasped. Realization hit me that this purple rain held God Presence. All That Is. The One. As Divine Love poured onto, into, and through me, I felt an all-encompassing Oneness. For a long moment, I stood in the Rain, overcome with emotion.
          Suddenly, my attention was drawn to the inside of the gazebo. I saw the back of a figure sitting on a bench. It appeared to be a woman. Is she waiting for me? A bit reluctantly, I moved out of the Rain, and floated inside, bringing the God Presence with me. The woman turned around, smiled, and softly greeted me. “Hello, dear Marty. It’s so good to see my best friend again!”
          For a split second, my system was paralyzed with shock. Deb? Sudden tears streamed down my face, and my heart pounded. I finally croaked, “Deb?!”
          She nodded and stood, all 5’3 1/2” of her, and opened her arms to me. Without hesitation, I leaped into them, embracing her as if I could never let her go. Again. After a long moment, she whispered, “Come, let’s sit. We have lots to talk about.”
          More than a bit reluctantly, I released Deb, sat next to her, and openly observed her. She still looked like my dearest friend with her cute, short brown hair and delicate frame, which belied her strength as a formidable basement weight lifter. She was dressed as she normally did when working in her beautiful gardens: shorts, a tee shirt and garden shoes. I was struck by two things: not only did Deb glow with Health and God Presence, but she looked to be considerably younger than when she was diagnosed with stage four ovarian cancer more than twenty years earlier. Her eyes still twinkled when she smiled, and her energy was the same – bright and effervescent. That particular lifetime of hers, as well as many others I suspect, Deb had been a mystic and a Lightworker, choosing to help humanity evolve. She worked with Archangel Michael, bringing messages of hope to the world: The Michael Messages. Deb’s death was devastating to her family, friends, and me. And although I understood that she had chosen that lifetime and death once upon a time, space and dimension, the human side of me greatly grieved. And now, she sat beside me, smiling her Deb smile.
          Suddenly, I remembered my archangel guide. “Have you met Orion?” I looked around, but, surprisingly, he was nowhere to be seen. Deb placed her hands in mine.
          “Orion stepped out for a coffee,” she replied, eyes twinkling. “Actually, he thought we might like to have this conversation privately. He’ll be back, but until then, I promise to be the look-out for any roving cackles!”
          I grinned at her. “Yep. You know me, Deb, but I promise I’m working on it. All of it!”
          “I know you are, Marty. I’m proud to call you my friend.” She paused. “Shall we get started? I would like to return to a bit of your earlier discussions, okay?” I nodded, and Deb began.
          “Let’s begin with sentience. I know you’ve already talked about that with Tree Spirit – the ability to perceive and feel – but I would like us to delve into it a little deeper today.” I nodded, desperately trying to hold back my unabashed wonder that Deb and I were having a conversation more than twenty years after her death. I shook my head slightly and let the wonder go. I wanted to be present for this part of the journey, not embroiled in the emotion surrounding it. Deb smiled, knowing my thoughts, and loving me as I am – not as I thought I should be.
          “Are you ready?” she asked softly. When I nodded, she continued.
          “Besides humanity, all living creatures are sentient. All sentient creations contain the God Spark, known as the soul. With me so far?”
          I started to nod, but suddenly realized what she was saying. “Wait. Are you saying that every living creation has a soul? Like animals?”
          Deb nodded. “Can a cat perceive – when it has a mind to? Can a dog feel?” When I nodded, she continued. “I believe you and Tree Spirit talked about a chain, with each of us being a critical link to the strength of the chain, so this just moves that allegory one step further. Imagine the Universe and everything within it, this time as one massive grid. The God Grid. Everything – from the tiniest microorganism to the largest – is on the Grid, and as a result, you can see our deep connection with everyone and everything in the Universe.” She paused a moment. “So, yes, every sentient creation has the God spark – a soul – including animals.”
          Paradigms began crashing around me, but it was important that I understand. “Just not inanimate objects, right?” I paused, looked around the edge of the forest, saw a large boulder and pointed to it. “Like that – a boulder. That doesn’t breathe, so that’s not part of the grid?”
          “Breathing is not part of the definition of sentience. The ability to perceive or feel. No breathing. Remember, you have learned that the entire Universe vibrates, as well as everything within it, which includes crystals, minerals and even boulders. The key difference is that some have higher vibrations, while others vibrate at a much slower rate, but they all vibrate.” Deb paused. “As for your boulder example, as challenging as this may be to understand, a boulder is a sentient creation. It may not breathe or walk or talk, but it can perceive.” My eyes widened, but she continued.
“Tell me, have you ever sat upon a boulder?” I nodded. “Do you remember learning that one reason for reincarnation is to just be, and send out Light and Love. That’s exactly what Boulder Spirit does, and that’s exactly why you feel so comforted and peaceful after spending time on the boulder. The spirit is sending you positive vibrational energy from deep within Gaia, even though its own frequency is low. I understand that Orion will further discuss vibration with you more deeply at another stop.”
          “Okay,” I replied, “but let’s get back to animals. If each animal has a soul, does it also have Free Will?” When Deb nodded, I continued. “And with that Free Will, they can choose to reincarnate after death?”
          “If that is their wish, then yes.” Her eyes twinkled. She knew where I was going with this, but was going to make me work for it.
          “So, what I think you’re saying is that a cat could reincarnate as another cat unless it wishes to remain in the etheric realm?”
          “Yes,” Deb replied. “Go on.”
          “So accordingly, a miniature poodle could reincarnate as a Great Dane, using that Free Will.”
          “Yes,” Deb repeated. “Go on. Connect the dots.”
          “What do you mean, Connect the dots? That’s pretty mind-blowing as it is. Reincarnation is not only for humans but for anything on the grid. That’s not all?”
          Deb shook her head. “See if you can figure this out for yourself, friend.”
          I thought a long moment. “Are you going to say that a cat could conceivably incarnate as a dog or vice-versa, although personally, that’s rather hard to fathom, giving cats’ innate superiority paradigm of being top of the food chain. Is that what you’re saying?”
          “Yeeeessss.” Deb patiently waited. I didn’t want to disappoint her. I suspected another paradigm was about to bite the dust. What else? What’s left?
          Truth be told, I’m not sure if my best friend grew tired of waiting for my human brain to connect those dots, or she was concerned that if she didn’t help me move along, humanity may never evolve. I was rather hoping for the former, not wishing to be the sole cause of humanity’s lack of evolution.
          A sudden thought hit me like a brick, and I gasped. “Are you suggesting that because humans are a part of the Grid, animals can leave the animal realm and reincarnate as humans? And vice-versa? You’re really not saying that, are you?”
          Deb smiled and nodded. “Metempsychosis, also called transmigration of souls.”
          My jaw dropped, and I scrambled for a definition. “Transmigrate? As in travel/transfer across? And that’s actually permitted? It doesn’t break any God Rule somewhere?”
          She chuckled. “No God Rule breakage involved. Simply, transmigration means the energy from one one state of existence is transferred to another for reincarnation purposes. This metempsychosis can happen between any human and anything else on the God Grid in order to gain more diverse experiences. Again, God gave Free Will to the entire grid, so transmigration is one of the options after death for all creations.” My best friend in the entire Universe paused. “If humans believe in reincarnation, many think they have returned maybe a dozen times. But, remember that Free Will plays a huge part in reincarnation. Many humans have actually reincarnated hundreds of time during the linear timeframe on Earth. Some of their lifetimes have been only moments or hours in linear time, while others may span decades. All have Free Will to experience the lessons that will expand the growth of their soul.”
          My mind raced with competing thoughts. Which animals do I know whose last life was human? Do I know anyone who reminds me of a cat or a dog? The possibilities seemed as endless as the number of human paradigms we hold closely. Except for that last one, which now lay shattered on the gazebo floor.
          Deb watched me with that darn twinkle in her eyes. I closed my eyes. Is she up to something? Now what?
          I admit it. I was so busy inside my head that I didn’t realize that another visitor had arrived. When I heard a soft whimper, my eyes flew open. There, next to me, sat Pete, our beautiful golden retriever, who had died a year earlier. His now whole, healthy, young body quivered with unbridled excitement. I flung my arms around him, and the tears began anew.
          “My precious Pete! Oh, my darling boy! How I have missed you! I love you so much!” I scratched behind his ears and he melted into my fingers in delight. “I just can’t believe I get to see you again!” I turned to Deb to express my gratitude. Except Deb was gone. I spun around, trying to locate her, and immediately felt her loss. My loss.
          Suddenly, like talking with Zeta, my mind softly buzzed with another thought transference. Don’t worry, Mom. You’ll see her again one of these days!
          Again, I spun around. Is someone messing with me? Pete and I were the only ones in or around the gazebo. What is going on?! Suddenly, another thought exploded into my mind. Deb’s soul transmigrated into Pete?!
          When I thought paradigms were shattering around me earlier, it was nothing compared to what I was now feeling. And as excited as I was to hold my precious boy, a part of me grieved that I had not known Deb had incarnated as him. How might my life had been different had I known? What might we have accomplished together with that understanding?
          Pete sniffed. That knowledge wasn’t yours to have. Have you not yet learned that regrets are against the rules around here? No regrets, Mom. He paused and gazed at me with his soulful eyes. It wasn’t yours to know. It’s all unfolding as you designed it when you made your Life Chart, regardless of the fact that when Deb and I arrived, you were in the dark. So to speak.
          I could only stare at my precious dog. I nodded and continued to rub him, hoping this experience would not only last a long time – in this place without time – but that I would carry this as a memory when I returned to linear time. I had a thousand questions. A million questions, but I knew, regardless of my wishes, that our time together would be coming to an end more quickly than I would like, so I asked only one.
          “Why?”
          You and Deb had unfinished business. The two of you were in the middle of co-writing a book when she crossed. In the seven years that Maggie and I lived with you and Dad, you wrote twenty books for adolescents. Don’t you think that’s rather significant? Deb’s soul returned through me to help write those books. And because she had learned all her lessons, she had no use for any more Life Charts. She wanted to be one of the beings Zeta talked about, whose intent by coming back was to observe, just be, and send Love and Light vibrations to all – a deeply sacred task. And help you write those books.
          Pete thought a moment and then continued. In fact, the day you and Dad brought us home, you both took us out into the backyard so that we could become acclimated to it. Do you, remember?
          Tears filled my eyes, and I nodded. With a shaking voice, I added, “I will never forget it. That very first day, you walked around the yard a bit, but then walked over to me where Dad and I were sitting. Suddenly, you leaped onto my lap, snuggled up to me, put your head on my shoulder, and fell asleep! I knew then and there that something magical was occurring, and was filled with Gratitude. I just didn’t know how magical.”
          “As for completing sacred tasks, Deb certainly did that as you, Pete. You and I were as devoted to each other as much as Deb and I had been. I could feel your eyes on me all day, every day, just watching and sending Love. We were joined at the hip for those seven glorious years!” I paused as another thought struck me, and I quickly looked around.
          “Maggie? Is Maggie here, too?” When Pete shook his head, I asked, “Is she happy and healthy and romping and barking her head off to her heart’s content in the heavenly fields?”
          Pete grinned with his inimitable Pete grin. Maggie sends her love to you and Dad. I offered to let her join us, but she said something about playing tournament tag with a bunch of dragonflies this afternoon. He paused and licked my hand. All of your precious pets are happy and Alive: Barney, Jasper, Punky, Abby, Gabe, and Maggie and me. We’re just waiting to help you and Dad cross over when it’s your time.
          I gathered Pete into my arms for a last embrace, for I could see he was beginning to fade, and my tears began again.
          “How do I say goodbye to you again, Pete?”
          Don’t say goodbye, Mom. Say Namasté, It means so much more than just ‘farewell.’
          “Will Deb be coming back?”
          Pete was now almost translucent. You will see Deb next when you see me. Together, we’ll help you cross.
          “I love you, Pete!” I called, as he smiled before disappearing completely. “I am so grateful that you shared my life. I love you, Deb! I am grateful for you, as well. Please continue to watch over me!”
All too soon, I found I was the only sentient being left in the gazebo. “Namasté,” I whispered, as I swiped at my eyes. I gazed at the purple Rain, falling gently all around me. “Namasté, Deb and Pete.”
And with a small whooshing sound, Orion and I shifted.

(Excerpt from Stardust: A Conversation with Galactic Archangel Orion © Marty Boyle 2023. All Rights Reserved. The book and the podcast link can be found on my website,
https://www.martyboyle.com. Podcast also available on Apple Podcasts and Spotify

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