The Dream: to the Inner Earth and Back


IN THE LAST FEW DAYS (February, 2019) I have been compiling comments made about me and my work from old letters and some magazines back in the 1970s-1980s. In doing so, I delved into a file of letters written to me and my mother (Doris) by George L. Lawrence. These letter were written between 1972-1974.

George Lawrence was: an expert oceanographer, historian, cartographer, originator of the world’s first laser engine, the author of 46 books and articles (as of 1972) and in 1972, the managing editor of the ECOLA Institute (which engaged in nuclear radiation research, medical and agricultural bio magnetic research, and conceptive space research for NASA, among other studies).

I was 23 years old when I received my first letter from George. I was still going by my birth name, “Christine Hayes.”

George mysteriously disappeared from our radar in 1974, after having written to my mother, and sharing a powerful “dream” he had which really shook him up. He had become a good friend, not only through letters, but we also met with him once as well. He would not have simply stopped all communication with us like that for any ordinary reason. We also checked with another colleague of his – Dr. Christopher Bird (co-author of The Secret Life of Plants), who was also interested in my work. George had abruptly cease all communication with him at the same time.

George’s dream was to me, a true experience within the Inner Earth. Several of the things in his dream I had experienced as well, when having my astral and remote viewing travels into the Interior. The most dramatic of these was the “green liquid” he as given to wash in – I as well! So when he disappeared, my mother and I thought perhaps he had simply physically gone there. This would not have been impossible, as there are way stations – portals to the Inner World. Someone from there could have invited him.

Now, I look back on this and wonder why I didn’t ask my Ultra-Terrestrial friends as to what had happened to George Lawrence. I did not and I have no explanation for this. It is as if he just kind of faded from our minds as well, as some distant memory we (my mother and I) thought of occasionally. Very strange!

Only recently, did I attempt to find him through Googling. I found mention that he died in 1993. However, there is nothing more about any work from him. Some of his older material was reprinted in a few magazines after that time, but I can find nothing new after 1974. He simply seems to have “gone quiet” from 1974 on. This after the “government agency” engaged him in some project (he wrote to us about this in 1973.)

So NOW, finally I go to Thoth about his disappearance. I did not have access to my inner-planes mentor Thoth until 1977.

I receive that although George did continue to have a few more astral experiences in the Inner Earth, he did not physically go there. He did indeed die in 1993. Now however, he is now in the Inner Earth, but not “incarnated.” In that realm a spirit can have a certain presence that is interactive with physical persons in that world, in a much more real way than they can with living people on the surface earth.

Thoth tells me that George was shut down by the Deep State to cease all his work into areas which threatened to give humanity energy resources and direct communication with Other-World beings. This must have been agonizing for him! Such a situation would never have occurred to us in 1974.

It was in 1972 – 1974 that strange things happened to me as well, but I escaped total shut-down. Probably because I was not constructing physical  machines, as was George Lawrence.

So now, in 2019 I take George’s dream to THOTH for a deeper meaning of it. Before you continue further, I suggest you go to the page I just created on my main NESIA site entitled  Letters to Maia. You might find all these excerpts interesting, but at the bottom are excerpts from Lawrence’s letters to me and my mother. In addition there is the video I made yesterday – reading and commenting on more of his letters, in which he shares with us his vision for a center to openly share his machines and research with the world…and details on some of his inventions.

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THE DREAM: FROM GEORGE LAWRENCE’S LETTER TO MY MOTHER, DORIS IN 1974. I BELIEVE THIS TO BE THE LAST COMMUNICATION WE HAD FROM HIM.

[NOTE: After so many years, the letter is torn and water damaged. It was transcribed for me by friend and colleague, Edie Cooper.]

It begins as an attached postscript to the letter...

P.S.:   Dear Doris – I wrote the letter yesterday, Wednesday, forwarding today, Thursday, the 14th.  Had an unusually powerful dream experience during the previous night, possibly a revelation. [paper torn here but it says something like I believe it involves] Christine in some way.
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Went to bed at 11pm., after proofreading the galleys on my forthcoming article on Hall-effect magnetometers (it will be featured in the May issue of POPULAR ELECTRONICS).  Here’s what transpired:

A large bungalow.  Polished, brown tile floor with a star-shaped design at center. I sit on a sofa and wait – looking out through a window through which I see a huge lawn with a mansion to the rear.  Next to the window a golden animal, similar to a Nubian goat, that talks to an old man.

I sit, wait, amusing myself with ancient books that feature animated pictures of odd, yet strangely familiar people and places.  I don’t find this unusual, nor do I find it strange that a small metal cube I pick up from a small table and put into a vase-like object suddenly produces melodious sounds – no, not music in the contemporary sense.

The old man motions me to walk with him to the mansion, the animal accompanying us.

Once there, we wait again.  An entrance opens.  We stand in a huge hall.  The hall is empty.  Dark, glass-type screens cover the walls.  A woman appears with a bowl of greenish liquid.  Without asking, I wash my face and hands.  Woman disappears.

More waiting…

A flash on the screens.  Someone that looks like an Egyptian king stands there, three-dimensionally, with an absolutely gorgeous woman – apparently the queen.  I see details on her headdress and symbols.

The king-type person looks frowningly at me and says:  “Your mission is failing due to doing it alone.  Henceforth, you will be under the guidance of Enoch – him”, pointing to the old man.

The queen says: “Behold! The unison is selected and agreed.  Thou shall wed Nefertiti, of the book of holy trees.  Do not fail us, at risk of termination, for both.”

The king again: “So shall it be, at risk of… (a strange word I did not understand).”

Then the queen puts her finger on something like a glass plate and instructs me how to communicate not only with Enoch, but her as well – and only in emergency or assistance situations.

This is strange:  I am shown how to write from the right to the left in spontaneous letters, talking as I do so.

It’s odd:  I am fully aware that I am Lawrence, have complete grasp of my background and doings, the European family into which I was born into – my vater [possibly father?], who loved sleeping on the floor (a strictly Egyptian custom, as I was to learn years later).

These two creatures examined me closely, with Enoch standing far behind me.

I spoke, telling correctly my situation, lack of funds, the reason for not being married – here realizing that I had to be directed by this directive.

The king grew sympathic, saying something to the effect that “energy resources will be set aside for both.”

The queen reiterated:  “Do not fail this wish/order (I can’t recall clearly….”)

A blurr.  I’m back in that bungalow.  There stands Enoch, my new guide, plus the golden goat or whatever.  This creature draws a symbol on the polished floor – a bright-red thing that seems to glow from within.

I watch this for a moment, then see a big black man entering the bungalow.  Enoch motions me to go, for this seems to be the next visitor ordered here.

I’m back in bed, my skin feels numb, the body hurts as if it had not moved for hours.  So I wake up at 6 a.m., heart pounding.  My sight is fuzzy, but lite a cigarette and fall asleep 30 minutes later.  Body still hurts due to apparent motionless sleep, thus restricted blood circulation…

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I’ve never had this type of a dream before.  Scary, in a way.  I draw the symbol below, which the goat drew and also appeared on the queen’s headdress.

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The actual symbol George drew, scanned from his letter.

This stands out: (1)  To wed,  (2)  Nefertiti,  (3)  book of the holy trees,  (4)  apparently death for both if unison fails, as directed and provided for.

Shall I take this seriously?  Perhaps the symbol contains some clues.

END OF GEORGE’S POSTSCIPT

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We Proceed to Thoth’s Interpretation

A large bungalow.  Polished, brown tile floor with a star-shaped design at center. I sit on a sofa and wait – looking out through a window through which I see a huge lawn with a mansion to the rear.  Next to the window a golden animal, similar to a Nubian goat, that talks to an old man.

THOTH: George is taken to a special cottage where he will be able to have certain holographic experiences. The “golden animal” is a Zarseth – a Morphi Creature, which is able to translate deep memories from the para-genetic helices in the etheric body.

[Thoth addresses the “Old Man” later in this interpretation.]

I sit, wait, amusing myself with ancient books that feature animated pictures of odd, yet strangely familiar people and places.  I don’t find this unusual, nor do I find it strange that a small metal cube I pick up from a small table and put into a vase-like object suddenly produces melodious sounds – no, not music in the contemporary sense.

THOTH: With the “books” George is experiencing an akashic review. He is only remembering brief moments of this.

The “metal cube” is a re-calibrating tool. When placed in the “vase” it is activated and begins to re-calibrate his energy bodies.

The old man motions me to walk with him to the mansion, the animal accompanying us.

Once there, we wait again.  An entrance opens.  We stand in a huge hall.  The hall is empty.  Dark, glass-type screens cover the walls.  A woman appears with a bowl of greenish liquid.  Without asking, I wash my face and hands.  Woman disappears.

THOTH: The “mansion” within the Inner World is called a “High House.” It is a place where deeper communion may take place with the Soul through various states of Being. George is taken into a Holographic chamber within it.

The green liquid is cleansing the auric field, as was the case in your (Maia) experience there.

[Thoth is saying as an aside to me that here is much more to a High House than what he is describing, but he wishes to stay on point with what George relates about his “Dream.”]

A flash on the screens.  Someone that looks like an Egyptian king stands there, three-dimensionally, with an absolutely gorgeous woman – apparently the queen.  I see details on her headdress and symbols.

The king-type person looks frowningly at me and says:  “Your mission is failing due to doing it alone.  Henceforth, you will be under the guidance of Enoch – him”, pointing to the old man.

The queen says: “Behold! The unison is selected and agreed.  Thou shall wed Nefertiti, of the book of holy trees.  Do not fail us, at risk of termination, for both.”

The king again: “So shall it be, at risk of… (a strange word I did not understand).”

THOTH: “Enoch” is a symbolic name being given to the “Old Man” who is a guardian-mentor of George Lawrence. He is not actually an old man, but projects this image to George as one who is “wizened.” The name “Enoch” reveals that he is an Enochian Master [as is Thoth].

The two Egyptians are from the Inner Earth Tribes. Ancient Egyptians are indeed among them.

The Keynote here is the dictate that George must wed “Nefertiti, of the Book of Holy Trees.” This is not THE Nefertiti, but again a symbolic name – one that links this soul (of which the queen is speaking) to the para-genetic lineage of the one who lived as Nefertiti.

The “Book of the Holy Trees” would reference an Akashic Record. It is also a semi-reference to Maia Christine’s book that had just been published: RED TREE.

“Risk of Termination” does not mean death, but termination of the Great Work in that lifetime.

I’m back in that bungalow.  There stands Enoch, my new guide, plus the golden goat or whatever.  This creature draws a symbol on the polished floor – a bright-red thing that seems to glow from within.

THOTH on the Symbol: This symbol represents the Great Work to be accomplished by George and the Woman from Nefertiti’s lineage. They both work until this Sign. They are not “Twin Rays’ but do share a para-genetic Mission.

[Later, Thoth reveals to me that this “Great Work” symbol is a Living Flame Letter of the Planetary Genius! Thus, it is also the Doctrine of Signature of GAIA. See link preceding this article on the Planetary Genius and the Light Symbol.]

[By now, I think I know what Thoth is going to tell me next. It is pretty obvious – although it certainly was not, those years ago when I read this Dream recall in 1974.]

THOTH: Yes, you, Maia Christine were the “Nefertiti” spoken about in George’s experience.

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I know what you might be thinking at this point. George Lawrence concocted this “dream” to entice an innocent young woman into his Nest! This certainly crossed my mind as well. George was  24 years older than I am.  It is tempting to go down this path, but…

  1. Thoth has told me this “dream” was a genuine astral experience.
  2.  George could not have known about the green liquid I was asked to wash in.
  3. The whole environment of his experience was very in accord with my astral and remote viewing journeys into the Inner Earth, which I had not yet written about publicly.
  4. My mother and I met this man and communicated back and forth with him for two years. We both found him to be genuine and sincere. Of course, we could have been mistaken, but I don’t believe we were. Both my mother and I possessed keen “inner sight.”

So, what is the conclusion?

First, I need to state that I had absolutely no romantic notions toward Mr. Lawrence, nor a clue that he might have had any toward me.

Yet, now (and with Thoth’s vision set into me) I can see that perhaps “they” – the Egyptian couple – were telling George that IF we were to conjoin forces in that manner, we would have had a better chance of succeeding under the SIGN of the Mission we shared.

But this was not to be, as George was whisked away after relating the dream to me.

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My PostScript

I just now came across this very interesting article about George Lawrence’s work. Reading it, I can certainly see how the OWL (One World Legion) would have wished to shut him down!

The machine he invented and his “onion” test, we conducted with him in our room in Las Vegas. He said he was stunned by the reactions I was able to illicit from the onion slice.

(The article has his name wrong, placing the initial before his name rather than between “George” and “Lawrence.”)

Detecting Biodynamic Signals

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UPDATE on the Symbol George drew: Planetary Genius and the Light Symbol

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