Soon after i relocated to sedona, an acquaintance emailed me an invitation to an event described as "gALA/Church of the Golden Age."
Envisioning a gala evening of enlightening conversation and appetizing canapés, off I went. Google Maps steered me to the West Sedona address that, turned out, was a row of small office suites behind Domino's Pizza. Really Google? Are YOU sure? Approaching the door, I peered through the window and scanned the room. No tables with appetizers or bubbly beverages. And no one dressed in social gala garb. In stark contrast, people were sitting in folding chairs arranged in a circle. Some folks appeared to snooze as one woman spoke in low, modulated tones.
Awkward! Entering the room, I spotted an empty chair, then took care not to click my heels as I crossed the slick vinyl floor. The talking woman paused to say, “Welcome. Please remove your shoes.” Stowing my heels under my chair, I focused my eyes on her as she continued her discussion — something about planetary matters of great portent and empowered missions. Then she began to muse about entities she referred to as "Ashtar One" and "Galactic Command."
My mind’s eye pictured some giant mothership that would soon hover over Sedona and provide refuge for those who are, as the speaker described it, “aligned with the intent to take our designated places and where everything we need is provided for our enlightenment.” Rest assured, she emphasized, “we will ascend gracefully into our new levels of empowerment for our intended missions, journeys and service roles.”
During the next hour, I learned that GALA is an acronym for Golden Age Light Academy, and the woman speaking — who serves as “seer, planetary healer and facilitator” — goes by the “spiritual name” of Arianha Bialon. As Arianha explained it, this group believes they and others are being prepared for new positions as ground crew for the Crystal City of Light here in Sedona, and various new Golden and Crystalline Cities emerging elsewhere on the Planet.
As she addressed these concepts, I studied her face, expressions and the clothes she wore. Dressed entirely in turquoise — from her scarf and sweater to her ankle length skirt — she sat straight in her chair an punctuated her remarks with twirling hands, wrists and fingers, much like a middle-eastern dancer. As she channeled messages from spirit guides she referred to as angels, her eyes closed and her head wobbled slightly on her frame.
While in and out of these intermittent trances, Arianha asked if anyone had questions for the angels. One woman asked to know her mission. Another wanted to know her spiritual name. Arianha responded with guidance she says comes from angels who speak directly to her. Then she asked if anyone wanted their doors opened. "Sure, I'm all about opening doors!" I spoke up. I had no idea what to expect, but joined hands with others as Arianha said “a special prayer for this purpose.”
Others chimed in to share their perspectives. One woman acknowledged that she was a student of A Course in Miracles. (Been there, done that.) She said that while she agreed with some aspects of Arianha's discussion, she preferred to remain "grounded." (Count me in on that.) Arianha mentioned that each one gathered here was either a healer or a messenger. Turning her attention to me, she asked which one I was. Smiling, I replied, “How about you ask me that after I've been in Sedona for a while?" Arianha then remarked that my necklace — a rectangular silver pendant centered with a dark round stone — signaled that I might be a messenger. She said that when we all ascend to Galactic Command, we’ll wear symbols that signify our purpose there.
“Why can't we just wear one of those 'Hello, my name is...' badges?" I joked. When a few folks laughed, I felt encouraged that, as “planetary healers,” at least they shared my sense of humor.
Of course, if I'd spent more time researching this “church” before attending this event, I would have connected the dots and realized this wasn't my scene or tribe. When I later typed “Ashtar Galactic Command” into the Google search bar, it rendered a post about a 1977 news broadcast allegedly interrupted by an ethereal representative of the Ashtar Galactic Command. Perusing the article, I concluded that everybody’s seeking some form of truth, crazy as truths may sound.
While I remain inclined to seek what resonates with me, Galactic Command is beyond my realm of reasoning. And I'm not in the market for a mothership. Makes more sense to me to stay grounded as I interact with others on our individual and collective paths toward enlightenment.
Happiness on the Rocks was inspired by a shift in perspective and relocation from America's capital city to Arizona's rocky deserts. Here, I muse about hiking on the rocks and road-tripping across the American Southwest while pondering the nature of existence. Surrounded by mountains and the world's largest concentration of Saguaro cactus, I feel happiness flow like a wash during monsoon season.
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