By Joachim Wolffram

A new tale from the Ascended Masters Club, inspired by the recent Shoud and Adamus’ request for someone to debate him.

Ho was sitting in the Ascended Masters Club at his preferred bench. It had been a while since his last visit, but Althar, the Crystal Dragon, had asked him to come today to witness a remarkable spectacle. While waiting for Althar, Ho reflected that many of the so-called “Ascended Masters” still seem to believe that separation is real. “Funny thing,” he contemplated, “on their way to ascension they lost everything, yet they re-create what they lost whenever some desire arises. I guess the reason is…” He was harshly interrupted by an apparition that manifested right next to him.

“Good to see you, Althar,” Ho said.

“What? How do you know it’s me? I have red skin, horns on my head, fume around my nose, a black robe, cloven hooves, and a terrifying trident.”

“Well,” Ho said, “I guess your super-cool crystalline sunglasses gave you away.”

“Damn, I put them on to hide my even cooler crystalline eyes,” Althar said.

“And why do you come in this costume?”

“It’s not a costume, it’s the proper outfit for the Devil’s Advocate.”

“I see. And why would you assume that role?”

“Oh Ho, haven’t you heard? Our beloved Saint G. has issued a challenge to play Devil’s Advocate and debate with him about a bold claim he has made.”

“Really? What claim is it this time?”

“He said that humans are the greatest beings of all, and that he is willing to defend this against any entity from the entire cosmos.”

“I see. Is that why he’s strutting around in the club, making sure his new collection of medals on his chest sparkles in the artificial light?”

“Yep! Recently, I saw him manifest a medal and award it to himself after defeating a Pleiadian scholar in a debate.”

“He defeated a Pleiadian?”

“Of course not, they never give in. But he has declared victory, and that’s enough for him.” Scratching his head, Althar continued, “I suppose the time will come when he must expand his chest to carry all those self-awarded medals. Anyway, time for the show.”

Althar went over to Saint G. who seemed unsurprised to see the Devil’s Advocate approaching. Anticipating what was to come, Saint G. rubbed his hands and opened the debate in a loud, theatrical voice that carried throughout the club. “Behold, here comes the Devil’s Advocate to challenge my wisdom. But before we begin, I have the impression that you are merely wearing a costume. So, pray tell, Advocate, who are you?” 

“You think you can outsmart me with a trick question, Saint? No way!” Althar replied in a booming voice. “But for the sake of our argument, let it be known that I am no less than the self-appointed president of the Galactic Confederation for Creating Placebos that Really Work, in short GCCPRW™.”

“Indeed? That acronym is lacking some vowels, don’t you think?”

“Absolutely. That’s why we put a trademark on it to make it look more impressive. But let’s come straight to your claim that humans are the greatest beings of all.”

“To be precise, I claimed there is no greater being than the human being.”

“Right. That’s what I said. Now, we, the GCCPRW™, have recently created a portal that not only radiates super-high consciousness, but that also grants instant ascension to those beings brave enough to walk through it. In fact, we named it ‘Heaven’s Boss’ in your honor.”

“Very impressive and equally appropriate,” Saint G. said, running one hand through his hair. “However, you are digressing, Advocate! What has this portal to do with the question at hand?”

“Well, Saint, guess who was the first being to cheerfully walk through the portal and ascend?”

“That’s obvious. It must have been a human, for they are the greatest beings of all.” As Saint G. spoke these words, fanfares sounded in the background, followed by roaring cheers and applause.

“Wrong! It was … wait for it…” Althar stomped hard on the ground with his trident, sending thunder and a scent of sulfur through the club. Then he declared, “A Pleiadian!” 

“A Peeleidian?”

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“That’s what I said. A Pleiadian by the name of WNRT, which stands for ‘Was Not Really There.’ I guess the Pleiadeans could do with some vowels, too.”

“And from this utterly fabricated nonsense you conclude that the Peeleidians are the greatest of all beings?” 

“That would be far too simple, but your words very accurately reflect your overly limited spiritual condition.”

“My what?”

“Am I mistaken, or is your saintly skin taking on a green shade? Anyway, let’s get to the point, shall we? You speak of human beings as if they really existed. But is it not true that everything is merely made up, as long as separation is believed to be real?”

“Sure, but…”

“And is it not true that, therefore, everything that has happened, is happening, or will ever happen in separation resembles a story the beings tell themselves? A story that in itself is nothing more than a dream, which is by its very nature devoid of true reality?”

“Yeah, but let me…”

“Let me quote a witness to substantiate my statement. The witness is a man by the name of Shakespeare, who is well known in certain circles.”

“You are going to use an incarnation of me against myself?”

“Not really, Saint! Ultimately, you and Shakespeare are one and the same entity, meaning I use you against yourself. Pretty devilish, isn’t it?”

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“I don’t know, but…”

“Perfect. As Shakespeare, you wrote: ‘We are such stuff as dreams are made on, and our little life is rounded with a sleep.’”

“Ah, good old times, I remember very well when…”

“Wonderful. Now that we agree on the fundamentals, let me make my main point. Every so-called being roaming in the dreamworlds of separation is like a character in a dream, dreamed into existence by neophyte True Selves craving to identify with something. Why? Because otherwise they fear ceasing to exist. So, they come up with one distraction after another, sometimes called ‘new potentials,’ all in an attempt to maintain the illusion of their separated identity through reflections from a supposed outside world. Can you follow?”

“Er, could you repeat that part with…”

“Excellent. Said neophyte True Selves created all kinds of realms and species, like the Pleiadeans. Eventually, the True Selves matured a bit and came to understand the nature of separation including the enough-is-not-enough craziness. Then they created the human species and sent emanations of themselves to incarnate as humans with the potential to transcend separation by starting from scratch in the densest of all realities.”

“So, then it’s a fact that humans are the greatest…”

“The fact that the first being who passed through ‘Heaven’s Boss,’ the portal created with love by the GCCPRW™, was a Pleiadian by the name of WNRT, strongly indicates that said Pleiadian, well, was not really there! Rather, it was a human who, in the midst of his ascension, embraced All that He/She/It Is, including his/her/its Pleiadian cousin and true self. However, even that human was not really there either, simply because, as explained and agreed upon above, nothing within the dream of separation is really there. It’s all made up.”

“Well, then who is the greatest…”

“Good question, glad you ask it. Just as the beings of separation are dream-like, so are the stories they tell themselves to find some shelter in clinging to shared illusions. The particular stories that the beings of your entourage tell each other go back to the times of Atlantis, Egypt, the time of Yeshua, the Mystery Schools, and all the way to the current climax called Heaven’s Boss.”

“You mean Heaven’s Cross?!”

“That’s what I said. However, although the notion of a separated being is a delusional illusion, I do admit that it is a bare necessity to use the stories these beings believe to be real until they are ready to let them go and realize their ascension.”

“But this would mean that…”

“This means that even though in true reality there are no separate beings, it is helpful that the supposed beings believe that in their human form, they can not only realize ascension, but that they are the only species capable of it, and that they are the greatest of all, and that they are galactic super explorers creating ‘new potentials’… Give me a second…”

Althar slammed his trident roughly on the ground, hoping to distract the audience from a fit of laughter that was brewing inside him. After composing himself, he continued in a solemn voice. “Just as any human being can in principle ascend at any moment, so can every non-human being! However, even though the human beings, as well as the Devil and his Advocate, don’t really exist, I, Althar, am committed to supporting the humans in moving beyond their stories using any means helpful. Therefore, in an act of contradiction to my own line of argument including my role as the Devil’s Advocate, I hereby declare: There is no greater being than the human being!”

“Really? So, I won the discussion?”

“My friend, you always do. That’s the sunny side of the dream, right? Besides, I admit that your debating skills far exceed mine and your arguments were irrefutable.”

“But I didn’t say anything!”

“And that’s why it’s an honor for me, the self-appointed president of the Galactic Confederation for Creating Placebos that Really Work, to award you this Medal of Honor. Saying nothing, yet making it look like something – that’s the sign of true mastery.” Althar manifested a huge crystalline medal and pinned it on Saint G.’s robe. “Gee, you need to expand your chest, buddy, there’s hardly any room left here.”

After the applause and shoulder clapping ended, Althar dissolved his costume and walked Saint G. over to the bench where Ho was sitting. As they arrived, Ho said, “That was an excellent show. You two should do the same thing one day about the existence or non-existence of energy.”

“Yeah,” Saint G. said, “it was a fun act. But I guess it’s too early to let go of the notion of energy. It’s still a very helpful placebo, isn’t it? Speaking of placebos, Althar, what do you think? I’m making a good impression here in this club, right? You can ask anyone… And I have all these medals… Do you think, I mean, maybe… when you resign… would you mind appointing me as the new president of that Galactic… Placebo… what was it?”

“Absolutely, I will. And do you know why?”

“Because you know that I’m the best at making up placebos?”

“Not really. It’s because I know how helpful it is to dream a sweet dream.”