The Christs & the Messengers
Nightfall Apocalypse, the Series — Part 3
“To die for awakening — a path chosen not only by the one, but by the many, across lifetimes, across worlds.”
Aberdeem on The Book of Endings
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The Masters
The first ones to pierce the veil of the mind and reach enlightenment — thus raising Earth’s vibration — opened a path through the jungle and onto the beach. Still, by the time the next initiate came along, nature had already swallowed it whole — this clever metaphor was offered by my friend Pilar years ago.
Back then, there were no teachings. No texts to follow. No mentors to call upon. Enlightenment was not a goal — it was a rupture. A soul cracked open by silence, by surrender, or by stubborn suffering. These beings walked alone — through madness, with unwavering devotion, and wrapped in a great veil of mystery. But their light was too bright to bear. Most were misunderstood, and many were persecuted. They became beacons — but not brothers, seen as special and unreachable, not like the rest of us. They were them — another class of beings.
Separated in time and geography, those first Ascended Masters — Thoth or Trismegistus (also known as Hermes), Ramtha, Quan Yin, Gautama Siddhartha (with the title of Buddha), or Lao Tzu — reached enlightenment against all odds, on a planet unprepared to hold them. And because of that, most left immediately.
After Yeshua (the Christ), who was unique in that he was a collective of Souls, the pace increased. St. Paul of Tarsus (Saul of Tarsus), St. Ignatius Loyola (Dom Ignacio), and St. Anthony of Padua reached enlightenment through what is now understood as the Catholic tradition.
Saint Germain (formerly Merlin), El Morya, Kuthumi — and many others, their disciples in progressive motion — Madame Blavatsky, the Theosophists, the psychedelic generation, the New Age movement, and finally New Energy and consciousness — all helped build the momentum for the enlightenment of human cohorts. It was necessary.
“When faced with a radical crisis, when the old way of being in the world, of interacting with each other and with the realm of nature doesn’t work anymore, when survival is threatened by seemingly insurmountable problems, an individual life form — or a species — will either die or become extinct or rise above the limitations of its condition through an evolutionary leap.”[i]
The breakdown of old patterns — ecological, political, spiritual — has become a threshold: extinction or transcendence.
It’s a matter of balance, you see. The percentage of realized beings is tiny compared to the world’s population. Light, however, is far heavier than darkness. One realized being carries the light of millions — it doesn’t replace their journey, but it disturbs the hypnosis.
The truth is, many came to Earth in this lifetime not for personal realization, but to participate in a broader arc — a collective threshold. We came to walk through the jungle and onto the beach, hand in hand, opening a path that can no longer be swallowed by nature.
And now —
Enlightenment, it seems, has become quite contagious.
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The Christs
The Christ is the incarnation sent forward by the Soul to integrate the rest.
It is a convergence — of soul and form, of past and presence, of heaven and earth.
It is not the human who chooses to be the Christ. He discovers himself to be one. Upon waking from the prison of the veil, he remembers just enough to either refuse or accept. The journey is ruthless — and free will is sacred.
But in accepting, the human allows himself to die, making space to embody all the Soul has been. The Christ embraces contradiction, dissolves separation, and calls the lost aspects of Self back home. Only now, for the first time in planetary history, can the Soul fully infuse itself on Earth.
And it is only when the Soul looks through our eyes that the brutal experience makes sense.
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El Morya was The Christ — the chosen one — to Abraham, Melchior (one of the three wise men), King Arthur, Thomas Becket (the Archbishop of Canterbury), and countless unnamed lives. Those lives were part of the tapestry that led to his Ascension — even if Becket came later.
Mother Mary reached enlightenment in a previous life, as a woman from a nomadic tribe in the Middle East. Her father failed to find her a husband, so she left the family and wandered the desert until settling to pray in caves.
Saul of Tarsus, who became the Apostle Paul, admits to being humbled by Yeshua on the road to Damascus, thus beginning his ascension process. Some say it culminated in his next life as Hilarion, in Palestine; I say it culminated as Pope John Paul II, nearing his death.
Saint Germain may have found enlightenment in the early life of a slave boy in the Temples of Tien — not through St. Joseph, Christopher Columbus, Francis Bacon, Shakespeare, or Mark Twain.
Kuthumi was the Christ for St. Francis of Assisi and Balthazar, another wise man; and even Pharaoh Thutmose III, Pythagoras, and the Mughal emperor Shah Jahan (who commissioned the Taj Mahal). These lifetimes were highly conscious, but none surrendered the self.
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It is a non-linear progression through the cycles of death and rebirth that bind life in the material world. We fell from Heaven (so to speak), lost touch with our essence, became victims of duality. We sinned, prayed to natural forces, experienced abuse, nearly destroyed the planet. We worshipped many gods, became sorcerers, were persecuted, turned ascetic, prayed to one God, created religions, abandoned them, looked within — and finally, we were born into simple lives… to finish this off.
In this lifetime alone, we’ve died a few times already, and the planetary roller coaster has been breathtaking.
But we kept at it —
Feel the momentum, the anticipation, the build-up, the stakes — Samsara drawing to a close. The persistence and patience of these Bodhisattvas[ii], who had waited forever to meet their destiny. And the presence of Ascended Masters who returned solely to lend their consciousness to this decisive age.
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The Messengers
This isn’t just a myth, ancient or otherwise. I have seen it walk among us — veiled in human form. The messengers of the Apocalypse sometimes wore robes, sometimes crowns, sometimes nothing but a heart pierced by longing. One of them was Treeheart.
He came to me many times — in dreams, in channeling, in the woven folds of my life.
His light struck me when I saw him in the streets of Mexico City, when I was only a child.
Equally awestruck, I saw him again in Rome.
With my boots still wet from the rains of Florence, I arrived too late to catch my flight.
After a few hours of feeling desolate and weary, and on the brink of tears, night had already fallen when I remembered that I always have a rabbit up my sleeve — not for magic, but because I keep things tidy.
This time, it was my emergency credit card from Mexico, which I used to pay for a nice hotel near the Roman Colosseum.
After a hot bath and a quiet dinner, I dove into deep sleep. The next morning, I woke up determined to make the most of the few hours I had before heading to the airport once again — and then, yes, real magic struck.
On some random bus, on some random Wednesday, carrying a small bag from my short Riviera tour, some random nun asked if I wanted to attend the papal audience — the one regular people waited six months to get into.
Sheer coincidence.
Utter fate.
A stroke of destiny, if there ever was one.
We met — Treeheart, as I call him now.
Pope John Paul II, in the world.
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Ten years had passed since that encounter, and the time he assaulted my dreams, in the months preceding his passing on April 2, 2005.
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December 9, 2004 — PRELUDE 1
We arrived to meet John Paul II. My friends wore impeccable suits made of the finest fabrics. I couldn’t see myself, but I was certain I matched their elegance. We met him in a space that resembled a marble office — refined, pristine, and still. I was to be offered the position. Apparently, he was searching for someone who could speak on his behalf.
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January 4, 2005 PRELUDE 2
It felt like a regular office day — we had plans to meet Pope John Paul II for lunch. He was to join me and someone I wasn’t particularly close to. Dressed in full papal attire, he waited.
But at the last moment, that person didn’t come — and a dear friend arrived in their place.
With all the commotion, I showed up 50 minutes late, embarrassed to have kept the Pope waiting yet somehow certain he wouldn’t judge me.
We were that close, apparently.
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And then, in strikingly monumental and vivid dreams at least three times, he asked me to be his channel. To my utter consternation, three times, my dream-Self said no. This is one of the three dreams.
January 15, 2005.
He awaited me backstage at a vast stadium — perhaps even the monumental Estadio Azteca in Mexico City — once the setting of a real-life mass where he addressed over 100,000 souls.
Clad in his white cassock and papal tiara, he sat solemn and composed in a white marble seat, fully prepared for his appearance. He waited for me in a small tent tucked just behind the stage. From where we were, we could see the entire crowd.
The pressure was immense. And yet, in that moment, I was important enough to keep the whole world waiting.
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The dreams were so overwhelming that I sought the help of a channeler. We had barely begun to speak of them when he arrived — in spirit. We could have cut the love in the air with scissors. His energy was so rich, so solid, so striking that I cried for two days.
Then I understood that our connection was older than this lifetime.
He told me he had once been my teacher — but no longer. His purpose on Earth had been to bring unconditional love — a mission that clashed, painfully, with the institution he served. Even in death, he kept searching — for those who might carry that love into a new world, in new ways, as Ātma Prema: not mere devotion, but the embodiment of love as the divine Self.
It is because of this shared purpose that we found each other — again and again.
He continues to come in dreams — watching me fly, offering guidance, gifting me something. And he reminds me of himself — whenever his photograph finds me, wherever I am in the world.
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The Threshold
At this threshold, what is needed is enough embodied beings who carry consciousness — not perfection, not purity, but presence — to balance the intensity of Earth’s shift. Many of you, dear readers, are among them — many keep working beyond the veil.
John Paul II was a paradox: an old soul in a broken institution. And yet, his personal mission was clear. Bring unconditional love, even if you die trying. And he did.
In truth, he was never just a man. He was one of many messengers — part of a broader design. A signal that the shift had already begun.
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Now I know I didn’t say no because I didn’t love him — I did, more than any word can say — but because something deeper in me knew:
I was not meant to channel his past, but the future.
And I am not late. I am not early. I am exquisitely, wildly, impossibly on time.
Aberdeem
Olivia M. Zenteno [Aberdeem] is a branding and business strategist. She is building A Thousand Dreams, a portal for dreamers all around the world. www.athousanddreams.world
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References
[i] Tolle, Eckhart; A New Earth: Awakening to Your Life’s Purpose; Penguin Random House, New York, 2005; p.22
[ii] AI: A bodhisattva is a being who has earned the right to enter Nirvana but postpones their own bliss to help others achieve enlightenment.
