Super-Human School of Compressed Learning for training a Human+ or a
Graduate. There are many of such Schools in our Old Universe! "Far Journeys", p. 216-219:
were floating amid thousands upon thousands of White Sparkling Forms,
each animated and vibrating. At first, the Brightness and Radiation was
so overwhelming, I was sure
I would have to push the panic button or scream for my INSPEC friend.
Then it lessened, and I felt the warm Sense of Understanding, entering
from all external points of me. I knew these Forms had deliberately
diverted their Radiation... away from me, so it conformed to My Level
of Tolerance. I wondered how I must ident (look) to them, probably a
dull Gray Piece of Fog.
to...the Renovated Super-Human School of Compressed Learning" - as she
sent it to me, I immediately got the Flash of the White Sparkling Ring.
She : This is Our Reference Point, until we decide to . . .
I : Decide to do what?
She : I, uh . . . Graduate.
I : What do you do in the meantime?
: Well, for one, we make and gather... what did you call it?...Loosh
(White Sun Energy of Balance, LM). Like honeybees. Or Guernsey cows.
Only now we know what we’re doing and why, and we’re happy to do it.
I : What else do you do?
: Experience Earth Consciousness. Not just in Physical Human Form —
remember, we could only feel part of it, just a part. Now we go through
it completely, from the smallest Uni-Cellular Life up, millions of
different Life Cycles, most of which we were unaware of, as only
Physical Humans. Even the Physical Earth itself has an Active
I : The natural Food Chain Process, it still exists and you experience it? From Beginning to End?
She : It's an important part of the Learning Process. We couldn’t make Loosh without it.
: Some change, huh? No more haze, no more M Band noise, no more
Locked-In Rings! Want me to show you around?)... In front of us was the
First Entry Station (a Portal into Earth, LM). It appeared much the
same. There was a large Cluster of Gray Forms hovering around it (Gray
Forms are future Players-Newcomers, waiting to move to the Portal of
Earth and start the Game, LM)...
: Lot of changes... Heavy Cutback on the Survival Imprint, for one...
another thing is a solid prebriefing and training before Entry,
especially, as to continuing contact during physical sleep cycles.
I : But you don't even sleep here, do you?
: No, don't need to...Oh, yeh, that's the other point. These
First-Timers go back before the Changes, as their First Entry Point (a
Portal into Earth, LM), some of them almost back, when Humans First
began Being Human. They take One Human Physical Life Cycle and One
Only, and come back here and join in. No Repeaters, just One-Timers.
I : Is this One-Timer Pattern going on back, where I came from?
BB : Oh, sure.
I : I haven't had a percept on that taking place.
BB : Sure, you have.
I : How?
BB : That Last Outer Ring, remember? Didn’t come near the Repeater Department? Just went up and faded out?
I : But They were the Ones Going Home (to the Source of All Suns, LM.)
BB vibrated triumphantly: Well?
I scanned beyond the Gray Forms (future Players-One Timers, LM) around the Entry Station and into the Sparkling Lights beyond."
Robert is travelling in Space and meeting a former pet from Earth (a
dog or a cat), who was going to become a human first time! "Far
Journeys", p. 138 - 139:
"...as AA turned, he became aware of a tiny form huddled to one side. He focused. (Hi.) The little one was wide open. (Hi.)
(Going to make the big leap, huh?)
(Yes . . . I hope so.)
AA blanked. (You hope so! Don't you know?)
tiny form vibrated. (I mean, it came so quickly, it was such a
surprise. I'm still not used to it. It's really going to happen, after
I tried so long.)
(You mean they wouldn’t accept you, wouldn’t let you in before this?)
(I guess not. I wanted to, but it never happened . . . before now.)
AA opened more. (I thought anyone could just walk up and get in, if there were entry points available.)
(Oh, no. You have to qualify.)
AA stored and scanned. (Ident?)
The form flickered. (What?)
(I don't know what you mean.)
blanked heavily, then focused softly. (If you’ll run me your rote, I'll
try to help. I understand, the excitement and all the anticipation.)
The form flickered more. (What's a rote?)
(Rote is information you have that . . .) AA cut off, then reset. (Where did you come from?)
The form lighted. (Over there. It was easy.)
AA followed the focus. (You mean the Planet, where humans are?)
AA vibrated. (Then it's not your first time. You've been Human? There must be some mix-up!)
no, there isn 't.) The form grew brighter. (I've never been a human,
but I've studied them a long time. I've lived with them, they've fed
and loved me . . . and now I . . . I'm going to be a Human. They tell
me I've earned, I mean learned it. And I'm going to be a good one. I
Robert Monroe got experience as a monkey, on page 227 he says:"There was much monkey left in me, too much." Then got experience as a Cloud, p. 218 :
- I'm floating over a wide brown field, just about three thousand feet
up . . . I'm flat on the bottom and strong life energy is pouring up at
me from below . . .
I'm getting larger and larger and I eagerly
convert the Energy into being me . . . I'm a Whirling Vortex and my
action takes water out of the energy and helps me get bigger, and I
become more conscious, more aware . . . as I get bigger, I'm able to
know more . . . I'm like a round puffball on top, and I feel myself
growing upward more, than outward . . . now there's much of my life
energy flowing in me, building up . . . (Wait, that's . . .
electricity!) . . . if I can keep growing enough, before the water
leaks out, if the Energy from below lasts long enough, I'll get strong,
really strong . . . but I'm drifting away from the Energy shaft and I
can't stop the drift, so I'm not getting enough to, enough to . . .We
were floating over the Earth, over a heavy forest. The brown field in
the near distance was familiar. BB hovered in front of me...He
indicated behind me. I turned. It was a medium-sized cumulus cloud,
white on the side, where the Rays of the Sun touched it, gray on the
back, with a dark flat bottom. Clouds have consciousness? The basis for
life? Waters, minute bits of chemicals...and electricity ! All the
ingredients. What would a thunderhead be? Or a tornado, a hurricane,
weather lows and highs!"
Robert got experience as a Fish p. 220-221:
- I am in green water . . . it is lighter above me and darker below . .
. my mouth is opening and closing automatically, taking in water, which
flows through my head and out my ears . . . no, not ears. Gills . . .
I'm a fish, a very big fish ! . . . I can feel my stabilizing fins
waving gently to keep me in place, my vision is split, I can't see
exactly straight in front of me . . . behind me is almost a blind spot,
but my peripheral seeing is tremendous, detail is exquisite, but not
many colors, only one or two . . . I try moving, just thinking about
it, and I speed forward very rapidly, turn right, left, roll, steep
climb, then dive . . . wait, something on the surface when I climbed,
gotta go back, grab it, hungry, hungry . . . I shoot uncontrolled
through the surface, mouth open, gulping in something as I do . . .
then out of the air and back into the water, diving with a great sense
of satisfaction and something wiggling and crunching in the back of my
mouth . . . a bug? . . . deeper, but it's not dark as I thought, I can
still see wonderfully . . . I am aware of another fish diving with me,
tail and back of the body sculling, sculling strongly . . . am I doing
that, too?. . . I am ! . . . it just takes care of itself . . . I just
think and it works, like walking or running in a physical human body .
. . I stop. Ahead of me is another fish, it is coming at me . . . no,
it's gigantic, the water is deceptive, it's incredibly bigger, than I
am . . . it has hunger signals radiating. . . go, go, it's after me,
swim, swim fast, it's coming after me. . . up to the top, up, up faster
. . . signal in from my sides, another fish swimming violently beside
me . . . signal from the stripes on my sides . . .
(RAM, when you’re in the air, skip! Skip!)
I broke through the surface into the air, reached out, and stretched.
was just above the water, and I saw the body of my fish, with a second
one alongside it, arch through the air and reenter the water with the
smallest of splashes, but immediately there was a rushing, a swirling
under the surface.
(Fun, huh?) It was BB beside me. I couldn't reply, I was shaking so hard, so he went on.
guaranteed AA I wouldn’t let you go through the end of it. He had a
percept you weren't ready and he was right. But you asked her about the
Robert got experience as a Panter, p. 224:
I am lying down in soft thick grasses, lying on my side . . . I open my
eyes . . . tall trees surround me on all sides, their leaf-laden
branches form a canopy far overhead, sunlight filters through to
provide good, but not overbearing luminescence . . . a large
tan-colored panther is standing over me, staring at me intently.
(Come on, RAM . . . let's play!)
roll over and stand up . . . stand up ! . . . I have four legs! How
sure and stable it feels! . . . my head is out in front of my body, now
I have to turn to look at my back and hips . . . fur-covered, sleek . .
. what's that waving behind me? . . . it's a tail, I have a tail . . .
I think about moving it, and it jerks . . . back and forth, back and
forth, how about that ! . . . but it goes up and down just a little
bit, more down, than up . . . a scent gets my attention . . . smells,
smells, I didn't know so many different smells existed . . . know
instantly if they're near or far . . . the signal input is as good, as
or better, than my seeing . . . and hearing, I could know everything
just from listening . . . I flex my legs, pull in my claws . . . yes! I
have claws! I feel great ! Watch out, world, here I come . . . such a
glorious sense of being alive . . . totally alive, I want to run, jump,
(Well, come on, then!)
The tan panther lopes off through
the trees, and I follow . . . faster, now into a gallop . . . now
running all out, dodging through the trees, easily avoiding low
branches... the exhilarating flow of smells passing my nose and I
sample them all . . . my eyes and ears picking up, identifying and
sorting a myriad of signals, all familiar . . . a large tree is dead
ahead and the tan panther runs right up the side of it and I follow,
digging in claws, pulling up, and digging in claws. It is waiting for
me, sitting casually on a thick branch . . . I pull up beside it, sit
back . . . he waves his tail . . . and I wave mine in reply.
(Pretty good for a beginner, RAM.)
am too stimulated to reply. I am remembering the great sense of power
in my muscles, sorting out the massive input, that had come through my
senses . . . how could humans have ignored and distorted such profound
perceptions . . . have picked up so little of it when a lower animal .
. . lower? . . . picked up so much.
(Have to go down now.)
tan panther stands up, turns, and walks down the tree to the ground . .
. walks down! I didn't know cats could do that, they always back down .
. . I stand up, and slowly back down, jumping the last eight feet
(First lie down under the tree, near the trunk. Then pull a short skip, very short.)
I lie down in the tall grass, and very reluctantly reach and stretch.
were hovering just above the ground, and I looked down. Below us,
breathing shallowly and slowly, lying in the grass, was the body of the
tan panther . . . and another panther body, a darker brown one, which I
Robert got experience as a Condor, p. 224-225 :
I am floating high over a rugged, snowcapped mountain range, and I can
see for hundreds of miles in every direction . . . and I can see down,
down on the ground . . . beautiful focus, in the most minute detail . .
.the leaves on trees, small animals as they move over the rocks . . .
and I am moving slowly, making a wide easy turn, the standing wave from
the mountain ridge offering solid and steady lift under my wings . . .
wings! I turn my head. Extending out from my shoulder is a broad
arching wing tapering to a round point, feathers ruffling in the slight
turbulence. I roll my head to the left, there is one to match from the
other shoulder . . . I'm not floating, I'm soaring . . . as a bird, am
a bird! . . . a super sailplane, that does exactly what I think! I
break the turn, and the feathers on the trailing edge bend down on one
side, up on the other, instant ailerons . . . let's reach for maximum
lift . . . there it is, more under the left wing, than the right, turn
into the lift . . . feel the lift getting stronger and stronger . . .
it's peaking out, turn and circle . . . tighten the turn, highest point
of lift . . . must have a fifty-to-one glide ratio . . . spiral up,
tighter and faster . . . perfect control . . . air is thinner . . .
keep higher airspeed . . . wonder where the stall point is . . . nose,
no, head up more, higher angle of attack, more, hey, that's pretty
good! . . . would never think a bird body could . . . oops! it does
stall . . . easy to pick up speed again . . . Yeah! Just fold the wings
and doooooown we go !
(Hey, uh, RAM.)
And I bet these wings can
take a big G load coming out of a dive if you open them slowly . . .
let's see . . . we'll just dive a little faster . . .
(RAM, you know what you’re doing?)
about fast enough . . . now to open the wings a little at a time. . .
slowly . . . now back on the stick . . . uh, tail feathers up a little
at a time . . . there! All back to normal, back to cruising speed . .
.what a . . . hah! What a bird ! Must be a condor..."
Robert Monroe got experience as an Oak Tree, "Far Journeys", p.223-224 :
am waving gently up and down and bending, flexing . . . coursing into
me from the smallest part of me, which is long and narrow with many
tubes running through it, comes my share of the glorious life force,
coming from the Whole, the family of which I am a part . . . and I know
how much the Whole needs me and I gladly, joyously serve . . . as the
energy, that makes me waver and flex, flows past my flat sides . . .
(Wait, that's just air, wind!) . . . I take from it the parts needed by
the Whole and send it back through the narrow tubes, because it is
needed . . . I do this so easily I don't think of it as work, it's
breathing . . . it's what I'm for, to breathe for the Whole as I take
ashes from the Whole and spread it out into the energy . . . my happy
exchange . . . and the other, oh so important, my special shape . . .
my profile, configuration . . . receives a special signal, that the
Whole understands, needs, and uses . . . all I do is receive it and
send it on . . . and I'm happy, supremely happy . . . with a total
knowledge of belonging, performing, as I was designed to do . . .
beautiful balance, giving . . . receiving . . . security and strength
of the Whole..."
"Far Journeys", p.217:
"These First-Timers go back before the Changes, as their First Entry Point, some of them almost back when humans first began being human. They take one human physical life cycle and one only, and come back here (to "Renovated Super-Human School of Compressed Learning") and join in. No Repeaters, just One-Timers.)
I turned inward, then opened. (Is this One-Timer pattern going on back, where I came from?)
BB lighted. (Oh, sure.)
I flickered. (I haven't had a percept on that taking place.)
BB smoothed. (Sure, you have.)
I blanked. (How?)
(That last Outer Ring, remember? Didn’t come near the Repeater Department. Just went up and faded out?)
I flickered again. (But they were the ones going Home (to the Source.)
BB vibrated triumphantly. (Well?)
turned inward and closed. The whole thing was getting out of hand, or
better, out of my mind-set, beyond my ability to absorb and understand
What it means to be a human - Robert Monroe:
others find, that the limitations imposed by physical incarceration
(confinement) as a human also engender (produce) concentration of
certain energies available only in that state. This is the only point
available to apply such energies. By far the greatest
motivation—surpassing the sum of all others—is the result. When you
encounter and perceive a graduate, your only goal is to be one yourself
once you realize it is possible. And it is. Thus we "go to physical"
because of what it is — an intense learning process, a school of a very
unusual sort. It has the implication (an indirect suggestion) that an
important part of that learning process is to force the admixture of
two different types of energy modulation. One enters as male and the
other as female. The drives, needs, enculturation, and other factors
all may be designed to literally force the accommodation, melding, and
understanding between these two systems of consciousness...Every single
thing we learn, no matter how small or seemingly inconsequential, is of
immense value There—beyond Time-Space. This is fully understood only
when one encounters a Graduate of the Earth Life System Process of
being Human, who 'resides' in the There. You then know, not just
believe, that it is worth any price to be Human, and to learn...
many passages in and out, from the first small creature with the furry
face, the rise and fall of awareness and intellect again and again
through millennia of passages, lifetimes, the sum of all these are the
Gifts brought back to the Whole (the Source)...And I am all of those
life passages, all of them.
Robert Monroe, "Far Journeys", Chapter 6 - Segue, p.52-67:
when, although fertilization is a mechanical thing, a chemical thing .
. . the personalities out of body are very much aware of when things
happen and choose at that time to develop the fetus or not to develop.
So part of my energy at this moment may be used to develop a
personality and I may have several (Parallel) personalities going on at
the same time, being developed at the same time."
Monitor: "At the same time in the physical kind of reality?"
yes. They tell me right now, one is old, one is crippled, one is male,
and where they are I am not ready to know. . . and I could feel being
old and crippled, but
I could not feel being a male."
Monitor: "Is this entering of the physical body limited just to the Planet Earth or other Planets?"
"We go to other places. There are Beings on other places and our Energy is aware of all these other places."
Monitor: "Do we inhabit physical bodies in these other places?"
"Not like human Earth bodies . . . but . . . other forms of things or Beings."
Monitor: "What are some of the other forms on Planets? What are these other forms?"
"One's like a gelatin kind of thing . . . slimy kinds of things."
Monitor: "Are these located anywhere near the Planet Earth?"
"Thousands of light-years away."
is focus of attention, of Consciousness, which is without diversion or
deviation. No other Energy, available to you as Human, is as powerful.
As a lens will direct Energy you call Light, so you can use
Other Voice: ...If you would like to explore these sub-levels, I would be very happy to do so with you."
Monitor: "I would appreciate it very much."
Voice:"As I have said to you earlier, plants exist on sub-levels one
through seven. They are on a vibrational rate on sub-levels one through
seven. It is the same pattern. Animals exist on sub-levels eight
through fourteen, and when a person attains, when a consciousness
attains sub-level fourteen, it can no longer go any higher unless, it
is willing to change its form of Consciousness. Sub-levels fifteen
through twenty-one are what you call Human Life on this Earth. When a
person progresses to sub-level twenty-one, he then has the choice of
going higher or staying within the realm of Human form, but he cannot
go higher, unless he is willing to give up Human form."
Monitor: "Give up being Human?"
Voice: "Sub-levels twenty-two through twenty-eight are your bridge.
They are your sub-levels, that you enter upon death. You are on
sub-level twenty and because, that is an ascending level, you can enter
into the realm beyond physical life, but you cannot stay there, unless
you are willing to give up your Human form. Is that clear?"
Monitor: "That much is clear, yes."
Voice: "And then once a person or a Consciousness—we are talking about
Consciousness—reaches sub-level twenty-eight, the bridge is crossed,
and from that point on for a Consciousness to evolve higher, it would
not again assume Human form of any kind, not even as a learning
experience. I will never incarnate again as a Human—as another form of
life, yes, but not as a Human. The words are very hard, because your
plane of existence is not the same..."
Other Voice: "We are
trying to show, that she is multidimensional, and this is why she is
able to see as a great circle of self, of many forms, of the self. It
appears to her to be like many selves extending from a Circle and
between. We are trying to show her there are many, many dimensions of
one Human Self. As she can see and understand, that she is much more of
that conscious Self, that she sees in the mirror, and that she
experiences in her waking state. She will be much more prepared to go
into the multi-dimensional levels of the Consciousness, and this is why
we are working on various levels, and not only the visual."
Here is an extract about us having thousands of past lives from Monroe's "Ultimate Journey" p. 172-174:
"... This drive I have . . . to help humankind. Where does this fit in?
We can tell you something about that, though you may not like it.
I need to know.
to humankind might be classified as self-serving, but in your case,
because the effect spreads so widely, this does not apply. The more we
improve humankind, the more our prospects improve. One major
improvement is equal to one hundred minor ones.
You mean one tall mountain is equal to a low range of hills.
Except that the mountain reaches higher.
So this service—this improvement—is worth doing?
"... What of the bonding we identify as love? Where does this energy fit in?
friend, we have so much of this bonding built up to take us to infinity
and through it. We take it with us as we go. It is the major energy
base for our intellect. What you now perceive as love clarifies, not
stultifies (to cause to appear ridiculous). It incorporates both pain
and pleasure; it is the union of opposites to create a whole. And you
found plenty of love this lifetime, once you dispensed with your
There must be a tremendous amount of experience stored here, in you . . . in us. How many lifetimes are there?
thousand perhaps, or more. We stopped counting long ago. Every possible
situation is here, every emotion. There is nothing you can encounter in
an Earth life, that isn't stored here . . . in fifty different ways.
Then what am I doing, going through it all over again?
To find one final piece. And you are very close. When you have it, we lift off. We shall be gone.
Gone where? How?
We don't know. You will have to tell us.
see . . . But—are you certain you have the right one? I have an idea,
that there's another one being human here at this time —another one out
of this I-There of ours.
That is so. That is your reserve or substitute, you might say. A back-up. But you are first in line.
This other . . . is it—she—female?
Should I arrange to meet her?
Later perhaps. She would seem like a long-lost sister." (This long-lost sister is me - Lydia Monroe).