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  “Those ‘dominant titans’ limited themselves to create confusion, instilling fear in the population, talking about abductions, carrying off women, beings with bad intentions who seek to experiment with us, take over our planet, or even destroy us. And although there is a little of everything in our Universe, like here, the beings of the Centaur System have contacted us for decades with peaceful purposes, giving us warnings in the face of possible natural catastrophes and warning us of the damages that the hand of man can cause on humanity and the rest of the galaxy.”

  “They’ve warned us of catastrophes?” I asked, feeling sad about our own ignorance.

  “Yes. Many things could have been avoided if we’d listened to them, or better said, worked to avoid them. For example, the earthquake of Yungay where eighty thousand people died, the attack on the Twin Towers, or the Hiroshima bomb, all were warned by them to try to prevent them. They’ve told me on several occasions that they try to help when they can, to stimulate our conscience but, in the end, it’s we who must do the work of evolution. They can’t intervene directly, since they’ve tried it on other occasions and it didn’t work.”

  “But what can we do?”

  “After so many years, where their priority has been to put us on notice through high political and military positions to improve our conditions in life on this planet, and seeing the inefficiency of their first plan, now they’re approaching individuals, the citizens. In them, in us, they’ve found the way to help us change the course of our history.”

  “I don’t understand.”

  “We find ourselves with limited time to react to achieve a favorable prognosis, to achieve our goal.”

  “What objective?” I asked uneasily.

  “To save the life of this planet, and ours.”

  We were both quiet for a few seconds. My mind was pondering the extreme importance of those words, what they meant, how true they could be. For his part, I knew that Enrique was waiting patiently for me to assimilate it. He was not taken by surprise by that ‘warning.’ He had been working with them for a long time to change the course of events.

  “But I don’t understand,” I said, breaking our silence. “If after so much time that they’ve been coming to advise us, to help us and others, we’re still the same, without changing, without improving, why don’t they stop now? Why do this care so much about our future or about this planet?”

  “Because it’s their future, too.”

  “I don’t understand,” I repeated in a sigh full of bewilderment.

  “All your questions will be answered on this trip,” he said, trying to end the conversation.

  I looked at him, needing an answer at that moment. I knew that could open my mind for what might happen in the next few days. I kept my gaze locked on his eyes, like the eyes that stared at me in my dream, those of that wonderful Buddhist temple lost in the middle of the desert. Unlike in the dream, this time I kept calm, patient, confident. And the answer then came out.

  “I can only give you one thing, since the rest will arise in your heart with complete clarity throughout these days, as we progress in the personal reconnection and reactivation work.”

  “Agreed,” I accepted. That seemed to be a condition to be able to get the first of what I presumed would be the arrival of a large amount of information to my consciousness.

  “We are them.”

  *･｡.·.｡･*

  Apparently, in the Gobi Desert, I’d find more answers. Some answers that I’d been looking for and was anxious to know, without realizing it, since I was a child. And I was convinced of that. My heart vibrated confidently despite the intensity of the trip. In a few hours, I’d arrive in that barren landscape of sand. A place charged with hiding something from the eyes of the world, and that, however, was presented to anyone who wanted to and was prepared to see. A door that served to come into contact not only with your own interior, but with other worlds, with other realities, with ancestral wisdom and knowledge of our own origins.

  Yes, the path was long, hard, emotional. And that reminded me of how analogous it would be to the path of personal discovery, of ‘who I am’ and ‘what am I doing here’—that hardship, that difficult and complex journey that represents for many looking in our interior, our unconscious. However, just as it was happening to me, the hearts of many other people also felt the need to travel that path. The countdown began a long time ago and now, our souls were waking up suddenly, in a hurry, with a desire to change and channel things.

  Would we be capable of such a feat?

  Would we manage to become aware of our reality, to clear the fog of confusion in which we were sunk before it is too late?

  Would we be able to love and live in peace with ourselves and other living beings?

  Apparently, according to what our traveling friends affirmed of time and space, destiny was written. But they also assured us that it was possible to change it. That was the motive for their company, their custody, their guidance. From the beginning, they believed in us. They helped us.

  There, in the Gobi Desert, my first destination, in my first place of work and conscious contact with these beings, something was waiting for me that very few would see throughout their lives.

  There, in the midst of the immensity of that delicate beige sand, was what every spiritual initiate wanted to know, feel, and relive: Shambhala, the gateway to another reality, to another world, to another time.

  The moment had arrived for me to be able to enter it and receive its message.

  *･｡.·.｡･*

  Author’s Note

  Have you ever wondered if the contents of a work of fiction may not be just the invention of the writer?

  Is it possible that a good part of the information collected in this work has really happened?

  Sometimes the truth is bigger than fiction.

  Acknowledgments

  I would like to thank all those people—family, friends, readers, colleagues—who have supported me along this path, those who have been here and gone, those who have come and have stayed, those whom I know will come...thank you so much for so much love and for believing in my work.

  I would like to make a special mention of my love, my partner Marcos Nieto Pallarés, for having burst into in my life, making everything as it always should have been.

  And of course, to my beta readers, and always, always, always to you who have come this far and have given me the opportunity to accompany me with my stories.

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