I know this sounds very strange. And, believe me, it was strange to learn about one of my past lives from a crystal skull.
The crystal skull that I’m referring to is named Max. You might have seen him in the movie Indiana Jones and the Kingdom of the Crystal Skull. But Max is no movie prop. He is part of one of the greatest mysteries in human history–Atlantis.
As is known from the ancient words of Plato and from more recent works by visionaries, such as Oberto Airaudi of Damanhur fame, Atlantis was the epitome of a Utopian society. It was understood on Atlantis that, although every person had their own spiritual path and, therefore, their own unique relationship with the Creator, their beliefs were the same at the most basic level: belief in a higher power, love and respect for each other, and care and concern for the Earth. By living from this principle and being fully attuned to the Creator’s energetic frequency, the Atlanteans were able to tap into the Wisdom of the Universe.
So, when the people of both Atlantis and Lemuria learned that there would be a great cataclysmic deluge, which would destroy their lands, they decided to record for all time the history of Earth, the evolution of mankind, and the wisdom of the universe. They stored this information in thirteen crystal skulls and carried them deep within the Earth for safekeeping.
Legend has it that only when the thirteen crystal skulls are reunited will the information be released. And this will only happen in divine timing, when we have evolved enough to use the information for the benefit of all. As long as mankind has the capability to abuse the power of this ancient universal knowledge, it will not be revealed to us.
So until that time, fascination with the mystery of the crystal skulls continues to grow. As a matter of fact, Hewlett-Packard has been brought into the worldwide research on these enigmatic sculptures. According to the website of Chris Morton and Cheri Louise Thomas, authors of the best-selling book Mystery of the Crystal Skulls:
“What the team of scientists at Hewlett-Packard found was that the [Mitchell-Hedges] crystal skull was made of exactly the same type of quartz crystal that is now found at the heart of the telecommunications industry–piezo electric silicon dioxide, which is renowned above all other materials for its information storage capacity. And it is from this material that microprocessors are made - the very circuitry on which our whole modern civilisation now depends.
Although crystal cannot be carbon-dated, the scientists at Hewlett-Packard were able to make one other interesting discovery. Using a series of polarised light tests they were able to establish that the upper cranium and the separate lower jaw of the skull had at one time been part of the same solid block of rock crystal. They were astonished by this, as quartz crystal is only slightly softer than diamond and is also very brittle, making it an incredibly difficult material to carve.
Rock crystal is so brittle, and because of its grain structure, it is likely to shatter when carved using machine tools. In fact, Hewlett-Packard concluded that it would actually have been impossible to carve such a delicate and exquisite object particularly such as the lower jaw from a single piece of crystal, using modern diamond-tipped, electrically-powered machine tools, without it shattering into pieces. They, therefore, concluded that the crystal skull must have been made by hand.
But this was even more incredible, because the scientists also calculated that to slowly abrade the crystal skull by hand would have taken several human generations. As the Hewlett-Packard report put it ‘an estimated 300 man years of effort’ would have been involved. The scientists were baffled, so they decided to examine the skull under a microscope to look for signs of what tools had had been used to make the crystal skull. To their complete amazement they could find no sign of either modern machine tools or ancient hand-held tools having been used to make the crystal skull. In fact, they could find no evidence of any kind of tool markings whatsoever, leading one member of the team to comment ‘this skull shouldn’t even exist’ and leading several observers since to speculate that the crystal skulls might not be of any kind of human origin at all.”
So far, approximately eight of these incredible pieces of otherworldly art have been located. They’ve come from Mexico, Central America, and South America, mostly from Mayan and Aztec ruins. Max was found in Central America. It is estimated that he is 5,000-36,000 years old.
According to the website crystalskulls.com:
“Max was discovered in Guatemala and was used by Mayan priests for healing, rituals, and prayers. Lama Norbu Chen, an American trained to be a powerful healer of the Tibetan sect of Red Hat Lamas, studied in the tiny Asian nation of Sikkim with his own teacher, Lama Norbu Lampas, and in Guatemala with Mayan priests, where he came into the presence of Max. Norbu was given this precious skull when he left the Mayans to continue on his path as a healer. His travels took him to Houston, Texas, where he started a healing foundation. The crystal skull sat on his altar [and served] as a healing and spiritual tool.
It was during this time that JoAnn and Carl [Parks] met the lama through their family medical doctor, when their twelve year old daughter, Diana, was dying of bone cancer. [Ultimately, Diana, made a full recovery.] JoAnn ended up working for the foundation and the lama for many years. Before Norbu died, he gave the cherished crystal skull to the Parks with no explanation except that someday when the time was right, they would know what the crystal skull was all about. JoAnn did not know what to do with the crystal skull, so she placed it in a box in her closet for many years.”
In a 1995 interview with Debbie Smoker (http://www.v-j-enterprises.com/maxcs.html), Jo Ann picks up the story from there:
“. . .before he died, Norbu told us nothing about the skull except that it was a rare and special crystal and that only a few of them exist in the world today. He said, ‘Take this, and one of these days you will know what it is for and about.’
Well we didn’t know, but we brought it home and put it in a box in the closet for seven years, from 1980 to 1987. During this time [the skull] would come to me in dreams. It [said he] was looking for a man and I should find him. I couldn’t believe it, but suddenly found myself standing in the closet and talking to a rock. I fondly said, ‘Wait a minute! I don’t want anything to do with you.’ We argued for seven years. He said, ‘You will be talking to hundreds of people about me. I’m very important to mankind. You’ve got to find this man for me. By the way, my name isn’t The Skull. My name is Max.’
So here I am, standing in the closet talking to a rock and telling him that I’d help find this man. So, in June of 1987, I was watching a local TV show about UFOs. And, there was a picture of the famous Mitchell-Hedges skull. Until then I hadn’t realized there were more skulls. So I called the TV station and told them I had a skull. They were very skeptical but eventually came out to see it. They were flabbergasted. From there I went to the Houston Museum where I learned of several other skulls, one in a museum in France, one in England, and some in private collections. . .” From these contacts JoAnn was able to find the man for whom Max was looking–Nick Nocerino. He was able to authenticate Max through information he had received in 1947 from a shaman in Central America, and he and JoAnn remain in close contact today.
JoAnn now travels the world with Max. She simply allows others to be in his presence. From the hundreds of people who have “experienced” Max, she has learned of their healings, miracles, visions, and dreams. Last year, I met JoAnn and Max through my dear friend, Michelle Charette, who runs the House of Light, a spiritual meeting place in Austin, Texas. I was allowed to spend 30 minutes with Max all by myself.
It felt odd to sit in a chair across from Max, who was situated on a beautiful stand covered in black velvet. I simply began to admire the beauty of the sculpture. Then, I touched it. It was cold and felt kind of electric, like those static electricity spheres. Then, I heard the suggestion in my mind, to place my third eye (the place between the eyebrows) to his third eye. So, I did, although it felt like an odd thing to do. Then, something out of this world happened!
I was pulled into a tunnel of light with a rapid whoosh and had a vision. Mind you, I have never had a vision before. I was well aware of where my body was, but at the same time I was watching a movie play out before my closed eyes. I was watching the movie, but I was also in the movie.
I could see myself walking in a subterranean tunnel with a group of six people. The temperature was cool, just like in a cave, and it was dark. Yet, our path was illuminated by an electric blue light that softly emanated from the carefully carved, grayish-brown tunnel walls.
All six of us were wearing these exquisite blue cloaks made of heavy, velvet-like fabric, which were closed at the neck with golden, rope-like ties. We were joyful, but reverent in our walking. We knew we had a very important task to complete.
Our group formed a diamond shape. I was in the very back. But I could easily see the person in the very front, and I could see that he was carrying Max on a beautiful, blue, velvet-like pillow. What surprised me most was that I recognized the person carrying Max. I mean, I recognize him from my present life. He is my first true love. And in that life he was of the highest order of priests. What a revelation!
I was suddenly aware that we had shared this magnificent life together, which could account for the feeling that I had the first time I saw him in high school–a indescribable feeling like I recognized him from a place deep in my soul. What a beautiful thought to realize how far back our connection went. It made me cry tears of absolute joy. While understanding this timeless connection, I was also realizing that I was Lemurian, and my role in this group was that of a scribe.
Suddenly, I saw a vision within a vision. Although my eyes were focused on the tunnel, I could also see that above the tunnel was the Pyramid of Giza with bright, golden sunlight radiating from the top of the capstone. I don’t know what this means.
Then, in my mind, I heard Max say to me, “You remember me now, don’t you!” I felt like I would burst out into uncontrollable tears. It was a sudden remembrance. It was like a joyful, 40,000 year reunion–and that’s the number that I received in my mind–40,000. I felt very emotional, and it’s hard to explain. It was like I was “coming home” without being able to come home. I felt happy, bittersweet, and peaceful all at the same time.
I told Max that I wanted to be a messenger and to share the wonderful information that is both contained in the crystal skull, as well as contained in the evolving crystalline structures of our very own DNA–information that will allow humanity to take an evolutionary leap into the Age of Awakening. He said, “You already are a messenger.” I replied that I wanted to be MORE of a messenger–a messenger on the world stage proclaiming the divine message and truth of our Creator that we have always been ONE, which includes all the glorious ramifications of that truth. “Please,” I begged. “I am ready.” Then, as quickly as I had been pulled into the tunnel, I was pulled back.
I opened my eyes and could see from the clock that twenty minutes had passed. It seemed like I had been in the vision for hours. I felt high and ungrounded, kind of like that wonderful “buzz” after a couple of cocktails. But I also felt a little disappointed. I wish Max would have said, “Sure, you WILL be the worldwide messenger you want to be–here’s when and here’s how.” But, I didn’t get an answer.
Feeling wonderfully overwhelmed by the experience, I left my friend’s home without saying much. I wanted to remain in that sacred, past-life memory space. So, I simply drove home and quietly spent the rest of the evening with my family. Then, that night I had the most vivid dream.
When the dream begins, I am staring out into space. It’s black–a pure void. Then, I hear a voice behind me saying, “You have the code. You will know when and how to use it.” “But, wait,” I said. I don’t know the code. Is it a number, is it written down somewhere, is it in my DNA–how will I recognize the code?” The voice would only say, “You will know when and how to use it.” Then, the dream ended. I awoke. It was 3:00 a.m. I was drenched in sweat from my head to my toes and also very aware that this was more than just a dream. It puzzled me for days because I was not yet consciously aware of what the code is. Then, the next night I had another dream.
In the dream I was standing on a hilltop. Multitudes of people were lined up to see me. Just like in real life, in the dream, I was amazed that all these people were here to see ME. I mean, who am I that I would draw all these people to me?
Well, the reason they were there to see me was because I had the ability to allow them to see themselves in the future. At that time, the world was in utter, devastating chaos. The people waiting to see me were terrified of what the future would bring. But, when I put my hand over my third eye, then placed my other hand over their third eye, they could see themselves in the future. And, they saw that not only were they going to be all right, they were going to be living in the paradise of The Golden Age of Peace, an age right around the corner–an age that they couldn’t even imagine amidst the current chaos. This was me sharing THE CODE! Again, I awoke with a shutter. It was 3:00 a.m. I was drenched in sweat and unable to go back to sleep.
This all happened exactly a year ago. I still don’t fully comprehend the vision that I had with Max or the dreams that followed. And, sometimes, I find myself questioning whether or not I really do have a mission that would involve helping multitudes of people. But, I quickly remind myself of what Marianne Williamson said in her book, Return to Love:
“Our deepest fear is not that we are inadequate. Our deepest fear is that we are powerful beyond measure. It is our light, not our darkness that most frightens us. We ask ourselves, Who am I to be brilliant, gorgeous, talented, fabulous? Actually, who are you not to be? You are a child of God. Your playing small does not serve the world. There is nothing enlightened about shrinking so that other people won’t feel insecure around you. We are all meant to shine, as children do. We were born to make manifest the glory of God that is within us. It’s not just in some of us; it’s in everyone. And as we let our own light shine, we unconsciously give other people permission to do the same. As we are liberated from our own fear, our presence automatically liberates others.”
So, until I stand on that hilltop sharing the code with multitudes of people, as I believe I will, I’ll continue to shine my light and share my love in the deepest, most authentic way I can. And, I hope you’ll continue to share your love and light, too, because it is a blessing not only in my life, but in the universe.
May love prevail, may peace fill your heart, and may you live fearlessly,
Sherri Swanson Defesche