I stepped out of my research phase of light work (as presented by {Pleidians) crystal skull work a while ago and began my personal experiences and experimentations with interesting and perplexing scenarios presenting themselves, but nothing has stuck quite as solidly as receiving my own skull. I saw him in a shop sitting in his case just smiling away at me. I knew that one was mine and I was going to pick him up when I got paid next. Well I guess the Universe had other plans, my mother bought him for me that same day. I decided it would be interesting to do a meditation to find out who was behind that smile. That went much farther than I expected.

During the meditation I was informed that my skull's name was Jack, but there were two jacks ???? Exactly. I also found my way being lead back into time. . . well not even back through time, , , there was no time only another skull that was identified to me as the original of thirteen. From this original of thirteen there was another set of skulls that were just a bit younger and from those skulls a network of skulls much newer and all connected in one fashion. They were portals for members of the great white brother hood to teach, speak through and learn themselves.

Now old Jack sits on my altar smiling his secret away and every once in a while I see him out in the world still grinning back out at me from book covers and magazines and once a large card board cut out. I still scratch my head and wonder why this guide, but it sort of makes sense in the idea of a recent deceased member of the brotherhood and a newly carved skull. I am not silly enough to think that I have an ancient carving. . .

My skull may be a new carving, but the stone isn't, Gaia only knows how long this stone has been cuddled up in the earth before it was quarried out and carved. I don't fully understand the why's and hows of this unexpected connection, but I am definately intrigued and I know that there are more mysteries and curiosities to come beginning with hearing someone call my name clear as a bell and no one being present to do so. I suppose I should ask him what he wants to tell me. . .

I suppose twenty years ago saying this this would have gotten me put into a mental institute.