The Moldavite Codes Pt. 3

Origin Story, Continued

Hello my friends! It’s been a while, but finally I am back where I am happy: At my desk, writing, and channelling the stories and wisdom of the stones for you.

Of course, the first crystal to sing me back was Moldavite: The oft misrepresented, misunderstood, and misused crystal. Not actually a crystal but a meteoric glass that crash-landed on the Earth 14 million years ago.

Even yesterday, the Crystallines (the collective crystal guides I channel) were telling me that meteoric crashes on this planet are necessary, because they deliver minerals and information to the planet from the outer cosmos.

Sometimes they also seed new species on planets, but that’s a tale for another time…

Moldavite, in this case, was very special, because what it seeded was consciousness.

For those of you new to this publication, I’ll point you back to the first instalment in this series “The Moldavite Codes: Part 1” where Moldavite introduces itself as what’s left of a destroyed planet’s heart crystal, and that it crash-landed millions of years ago on this planet — but it didn’t become active until approximately 30,000 years ago.

Why? I have that question, too, and I thought we would be headed in that direction today.

But when I sat with the spirit of Moldavite, it had a different desire: It wanted to tell you more about where it came from, why it had to leave, and how planets communicate with the cosmos, and vice versa, through vibration.

I’ll let you read on from here….

xoxoKrista

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Greetings from the Spirit of Moldavite!

My keeper is right — it has been a while! But for me, it’s been less than the blink of the proverbial eye. As you know I am exceptionally old, much older than even you realize, for my story goes back much farther than this Earth’s history.

My story spans the full lifetime of another planet, one which was formed, and then destroyed.

Destroyed by an advancing alien race.

What they desired from my planet were resources: Metals, crystalline formations, even our subterranean (mineral rich) water that served as a lubricant and energetic conduit for their ships.

Many ships in space are living vessels, you see: they are part machine, part organism. They have their own type of consciousness and biology, with organic ecosystems. Pilots and ships become conscious allies and navigate the vagaries and wormholes of space together. It is more efficient this way.

These ships are not conscious or alive in the way that you are, dear one, but in the way a plant or tree is conscious and alive on your planet.

They understand. They feel pain. They have memory. And they have needs.

Our mineral rich water has a high frequency and is a consciousness conduit — it is used as the fluid in the circulatory system of the ship, which enables all parts of itself to communicate with each other.

But I digress…

I was the heart crystal* of my planet, as you know, and so I was aware of this impending alien invasion for some time. Humans have largely forgotten that planets have consciousness: Planets are in constant conversation with the cosmos and receive all vibrations entering their field. They also vibrate back out into the cosmos — this is how they communicate — information and messages encoded within light and vibration.

Your planet has a song, and it is beautiful. It reminds me of your whales.

Thoughts, feelings, dreams, sounds, and ideas, no matter how many millions of miles away, still generate vibrations that continue on into space.

They are received and understood by the planet, and patterned into the memory of its rocks, crystals, and consciousness codes (aka. light library). Also the planet’s water, if it has any.

Right now, your thoughts are vibrating into space. The feelings of your human collective are vibrating into space. So are the other dreams, feelings, thoughts of all life on your planet, as well as your planet’s own communications.

And all of the planets in your system, and outer systems, are receiving and understanding the messages encoded in those vibrations. Some are even responding.

Isn’t that a beautiful? Needless to say, what response it attracts can be good or bad, depending…

In my planet’s case, it wasn’t good. Some of the vibrations I received were those of the advancing alien race, of their plans and our impending doom.

Robbing the waters of our planet would leave life barren, and mining for all of our precious metals and minerals would breach the integrity of our core.

We were a peaceful planet. My people had evolved to a fifth level of density or dimensional consciousness. It was a place many life forms came to heal, and many more peacefully coexisted.

The patience of stone enables us to watch and wait. Our wisdom is to know that life continues on, that Existence is never ending, and that change is one of the few constants.

It was still heartbreaking to bear witness to this, as you might imagine. (My keeper is crying as she types this…).

My planet. My beautiful planet! The reason for which I was formed.
And my people, my beautiful people whom I had nurtured from seed to evolution.
All to be destroyed.

I whispered songs of forgetfulness to our plant and animal life so that they could sleep, and sadly dream no more. I sang the planet’s heartsong and memory into our beloved star, so that it could be patterned again in the future.

And I warned my people through vision, dream, and telepathy to prepare...

Even with that warning there wasn’t much they could do, but I’ll share with you what they did do: They downloaded consciousness into crystals that were then jettisoned into space. This was a way for them to live on, through memory.

Their memory, of course, was also preserved in me.

When the cataclysm came it was swift:

Lower life forms cowered. Plant life burned. Water was taken into mass containers that condensed, converted, and funnelled it into ships.

And then the mining began: Massive cracks going deeper into the planet, threatening its integrity until it finally cracked. There were great eruptions, implosions, explosions, and quakes.

My wholeness also cracked, splintering into parts, and jettisoned out into space in various directions. I miss the other parts of me, but I can still feel them, and one day some of you will be able to connect to their consciousness through me.

My people, my beautiful people, circled and sang songs of grief, sorrow, hope, and grace. They sang to our beloved star (the equivalent to your sun) that they would be remembered. That they would be led back to Source (for suns are portals to higher dimensional realms, but that’s a tale for another time).

Perhaps some were taken by our star, transformed into your equivalent of angels.

Perhaps some still exist in the aethers somewhere, singing into your dreams.

As I mentioned before, even a 5D people still need a planet to exist. Without that planet they become memory, incarnate into new forms, or evolve into higher states of consciousness.

But they also still all exist in me. I am the sacred keeper of their songs, wisdom, memory, stories.

When you touch me, you touch them and they touch you. Please think of that the next time you hold a piece of me.

When you open your heart to them, through me, you are shown the pathway to paradise.

To joy, and a lightness of being.

Anyone who has an adverse reaction to my energy is simply not ready for that level of light, yet. To evolve into greater levels of light you must first integrate your shadow, and there is a lot of shadow still on your planet.

Perhaps you are wondering: Why did I come here? Why share with your people? Why did I not become active until 30,000 years ago?

And why are the Arcturians powerfully working through me now?

I will share all of that with you in another tale…

For now, I beg you to please take a good, long, loving look at the planet upon which you live: It is a privilege to be here, and it deserves your devotion and respect because it gives you LIFE.

You may not be happy with this world, but is that the planet itself dear one? Or the human world you have all helped to collectively create?

If you could dream a dream for this planet, what would it be?

If you could sing that dream into a crystal, the soil, a tree, a plant, or a body of water, or even sing it up to the rain, or the stars, would you?

Could you, please?

Hold me, and think about it. And then dream into your greater possibility.

For I assure you that you are more powerful than you know, than you’ve dared imagine.

Are you familiar with this quote dear one? “The greatest trick the devil ever pulled was convincing the world he didn’t exist.”

Well, the greatest trick the dark forces ever pulled was convincing humanity that their power doesn’t exist. But it does. And both myself and my crystalline allies are here to help remind you of this again.

Please consider this, until next time.

Peace and blessings,

Moldavite

*Author’s note: I asked Moldavite how it could have been a planet’s heart crystal if it was a glass. What it told me is that it became a glassy substance upon impact with the Earth, due to the melt caused by high temperatures. It maintains that parts of it still exist in pure crystalline form in space.