The crystal skull
A personal story, a gift for you
All of us must learn to access Higher Knowledge
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My name is Pilar
This is the story of how one day
I wore the Crystal skull
I was in my early forties,
Priest
In the Priesthood of Melchizedek
Where we live by a vow:
“To teach to heal world in transformation and renewal”
I was also an Ordained Minister in the Pyramids of Light Church, a Church of Natural Healing started by David Jarrel. That was my Reiki group. Among those that came under my ministry was Brandon, a child of eight or nine, dying of leukemia. He was an Angel of Extraordinary Light – sharing Divine gifts with all of us and assisting all around him to go beyond the rim of death, over the edge of Earth and into dimensions beyond.
Awesome indeed are the missions of our lives! Brandon gave me the Crystal Skull.
I met Betty, Brandon’s mother, at a Yoga class I taught, and through her came many blessings – such as the Keys of Enoch, The Course in Miracles, Katrina Raphael, the Star Arcthurus, the healing world of crystals, Reiki, and many other wondrous things. Betty was an embodiment of gentleness. Silence floated around her. Peacefulness enveloped her in a cocoon of Light. Tall and slender with dark hair and a fair complexion, she exemplified the simplicity of Buddhist dignity. She had lived in Zen monasteries. Order and peace always preceded her gentle words. Of all my friends Betty lived the most holistic life. Yet her child was dying.
Those were the formative years in my spiritual journey. Knowing Betty and being a support to her, her husband and their two children, was part of my spiritual agenda. Betty’s home was a place where my soul received many blessings. That is how we are all part of each other. How we come to play special roles in our soul families.
I said that Brandon gave me The Crystal Skull.
I don’t mean he physically gave to me a crystal skull. That certainly is not necessary, as physically we can think to possess something; yet it is only internally that we can really own anything. Where the dust and the moths cannot reach. No, all of Brandon’s gifts were soul presents.
One day Betty called me to say, “I bought tickets for us to go to see The Mitchell Hodges Crystal Skull.” The Mitchell Hodges Crystal Skull is the most famous of all the crystal skulls. It is a Master skull that was found in a Mayan Temple in Honduras in the mid-twenties. At the time I did not even know that crystal skulls existed.
Mitchell Hodges was a British explorer. He discovered, dug up and subsequently revealed the largest buried Mayan pyramidal complex ever discovered. His expedition toiled for decades, living in makeshift villages inside the jungle – Europeans and Mayans working together.
Ann Mitchell Hodges was an orphan adopted by Hodges and I think the great musical Annie is probably her life story. Anyway, Annie lived in the little archeology village for many years working in the dig with the local Indians. The story goes that on the day of her seventeenth birthday, while her father was abroad raising funds for the excavations, Annie had a very strong feeling that they should dig in a particular place. That is how the crystal skull was found! Three months later in the same room – some inner sanctum of a temple enclave – they found the movable mandible, also a part of this Master skull. No one really knew what the Skull was.
Perhaps it was a “talking” device. Even though for centuries the jungle had covered the temples, The Indians instinctively knew in the depths of their ancestral psyche the great importance, sacredness and worth of this master skull. They would not have continued to work for the white man if he had stolen their treasure. So Mitchell Hodges gave the skull to the Mayan elders. Work continued on for years. They built villages and schools. After decades of shared work, the time came for the expedition to return to the outside world.
In an ancient goodbye ceremony, the Mayan Elders entrusted Annie and her Father with the Skull. Spirit told the Mayan Elders that Annie was to be the“Keeper of the Skull.” When I met Annie – some fifteen years ago – she was an old lady in her eighties. But let’s get back to the story and to the tickets Betty had purchased to see the Skull.
This was truly a special event. The Crystal Skull was going to be in Richmond in a school auditorium! The couple sponsoring the event knew Annie Mitchell Hodges, and Annie had agreed to visit them and bring the Skull. Some people had purchased their tickets two years prior but were not able to attend, so Betty was able to obtain tickets. That is how things happen in life: “Who is supposed to, will be there!” which is particularly true for those who are to experience the Skull!
We arrived at a full auditorium brimming with excitement. The Skull was on display on stage, sitting on a platform being manually rotated by a young child. Betty, her older son John, our friend Ellen and I joined a huge line of people slowly moving forward in order to have a chance to walk around the skull. Anna Mitchell Hodges stood near the skull, a smiling little lady preparing for the coming lecture. She was surrounded by friends and fans.
Let me tell you about the Skull. It is Flawless! Natural quartz is never that flawless! I thought: “Our present technology cannot carve that skull, yet it exists…a shining statement of pure Spirit Power!” I felt awed by it. There are many mysteries concerning this sacred artifact. I am simply going to comment on my personal experience.
Looking at the skull close up, I suddenly got lost in the labyrinths of Mind. The skull is slightly larger– more evolved — than present day human skulls. It has a large bulge on the back. I felt drawn to take in its shape and focus on various areas. I felt as thought I were trapped in light.
Even today people from all over the world visit Annie’s house in Toronto, Canada, simply to sit in silence with the Skull. There are extraordinary books written about this the Skull and how it “talks” MEMORIES OF EARTH to those who are open to receive its message from the Akashic records.
Back to my experience with the Skull. I soon became very aware of all the distractions around me in the huge open auditorium, yet felt a powerful need to sit in front of it and meditate.
So when our group finally returned to our seats, I did what most people in such a crowd would not do….I said to Betty, her older child John and our friend Ellen, “Let’s join hands and meditate!” And that is when the miracle happened:
I thought to myself, “I will project my mind into the skull The way I do with a crystal ball – ‘Project’ myself to the Center To see in all directions
Ah, the perspective of all angles from the center within! “How many angels –angles?- dance on the head of a pin?”
Anyway, I thought to project my mind into the pineal gland of the skull, but what happened was absolutely the opposite:
The skull projected itself onto my head!
So with closed eyes, holding hands with my friends, in the school auditorium before the start of the lecture, I just wore the skull, an experience quite beyond the scope of words.
During the lecture I listened from a place of total clarity.
Since this story is about the Skull, I’ll tell you the essence of what Annie conveyed to us before I dwell on the phenomenon of wearing the Skull.
Annie Mitchell Hodges, a loving little lady, treated all of us (the three hundred or so people in the auditorium) as if we were her intimate friends sitting in the living room of her home. With great simplicity and intimacy she shared with us her personal story and the story of the discovery of the Skull.
I personally believe that objects in and of themselves are inert. It is human perception that brings light into them: Annie is a true “Keeper of the Skull.” She presented a slide show of experiments that have been conducted on the Skull. The Skull apparently does not follow the laws of physics. For example: The internal temperature of the Skull remains the same whether it is placed in fire or on ice; The Skull is full of beautiful music which sounded like Tibetan bowls. (Annie played some sounds from the skull that were recorded during research sessions at UCLA);When photographed, the Skull shows internal images (memories) of great beauty…landings of UFOs… dolphins at play in the sea (these images can be seen in the central part of the Skull’s face)… a Christed figure appears to glide through the Skull’s left eye. The images are all beautiful… nothing of violence or fear has ever appeared.
Other ancient skulls have also been discovered. One is made of Amethyst, another of Rose Quartz. They are currently on display in museums. Annie is very sad about that. She said those skulls are crying. They are sacred objects that should not be imprisoned but must be honored.
But to the whole point of this story….
While Annie was lecturing I remained in a meditative state, very silent and entranced, in Inner Prayer.
Then we were allowed again to walk near the Skull. I joined the slow procession once more when suddenly I felt I was going to faint. The urge to lie down was overtaking me. I was sure I would simply fall down and people would just step over me. I fought that feeling with all my strength. I even bit on my knuckles! It took all my will power to not allow myself to faint – which looking back was probably a mistake. I still feel that had I allowed that powerful feeling of wanting to simply surrender – totally surrender – something miraculous might have happened. Would the Skull have talked through me like it does through clairvoyants? I do not know. I did not allow myself to lose control, probably because I have never been an unconscious channel, nor did I ever intend to become one. We all operate in different modalities. I am a conscious artist. Edgar Cayce was a sleeping prophet, a very valid human modality to be respected. I have read Julian Jaynes’, “The Origin of Consciousness in the Breakdown of the Bicameral Mind” – a great book. I do not know what might have happened had I allowed myself to fall down…to be “Slain in Spirit?”
However, what followed is even more extraordinary. On the next day and for many days following my encounter with the Crystal Skull, I would suddenly get an overwhelming need (a strong impulse) to “wear the crystal skull.” I fell into frequent, almost mandatory, meditation during which time I did nothing at all except “Just wear the Skull.” I would simply sit down with the energetic remembrance of “wearing the Skull.” During these times I would experience a magnified feeling of total stillness in my mind…a Meditative Emptiness…a Total Quiet… a gift I can access even to this day, more than three decades after my encounter with the Crystal Skull.
This is the gift I have chosen to share with you. Just receive it. For contrary to what you are taught to believe, we are not separate AT ALL. This I also learned from the Crystal Skull. I know you can now receive this gift.
Meditation is passed from person to person – and the Crystal Skull – this ancient sacred scroll – has re-emerged into our world to awaken many remembrances in us, the Children of Light, the Living Scrolls, the Priests in the many Living Priesthoods of the Office of the Christ who are now walking the Earth during these End Times. I am not unique. I am only a messenger reminding you that we all need do is reconnect to our Divine Nature…awaken to our true purpose.
I am aware of the fact that although this is a true story, there are those who will not believe it. For if we accept the existence of this Crystal Skull and many other “sacred artifacts”, as well as ancient texts now coming to life (like the Pistis Sophia, for instance), we need to re-think the premises upon which we have built our present understanding of Life. We would need to rethink the values of our entire civilization. I guess that is why I feel such an imperative to share this story lovingly, from my heart of hearts.
Thank for reading this. Will you agree to wear the crystal skull today or tonight? Will you agree to enter the sacred realm of the Divine….where we are ALL ONE?
It is there, in the Inner Sanctum and Purity of your Own Mind and Heart that the Holy Spirit will arrive. Blessings and Namaste,
Love, Pilar
An old writing — re-worked on July 28, 2006 and in May, 2020