SaLuSa  19-October-2012


Here we are on the verge of a great episode in your journey through duality that will end with those who are ready to ascend leaving your present dimension. It does not mean that everything will change at once, but it will result in you being elevated to a higher dimension where you are with other souls of a similar vibration. It will ensure a life in which you experience a close harmony and joyful relationship with all souls. The harshness and confrontation you experience now will disappear for good, as those beings who cause such problems are not ready to ascend. Ascension is for those of you who have awakened to their true selves, and aspire to lift themselves up. When you can accept all others as One with you, and live your life in the manner of giving out Unconditional Love you are a perfect example of one who is ready.

If you do not consider yourself to be ready but nevertheless wish to ascend, focus on raising yourself up by doing your best to succeed. You will almost certainly do so as at this time, there are massive inputs of energy to your world and you will attract them to yourself. You will know it is happening as few souls can receive the energy without feeling the affects. It can be felt as a slight dizziness and a general feeling of lightness within your body. There are other conditions that may lead you to believe that you area about to fall ill, but will soon pass without any affect. You will certainly find yourself able to remain controlled when faced with disruptive forces, and it is the taming of the emotions that will enable you to reach such a level. At the same time you will be a model example to others who will benefit from your presence.

The Light as ever continues to grow exponentially, and is carrying you forward faster than ever. It will meet its optimum level on the 21st. December 2012 and will trigger the Ascension of Mother Earth and all those souls that are ready to go with her. By then you will have been re-assured about the safety and future of those who take a different path, and all happens as it should according to Universal Law. Put simply it states that no soul can move upwards until they have reached a similar vibration. All are cared for and by the time Ascension comes round, each one will be aware of what is to take place. As a cycle ends there are natural changes that open up the next phase of your journey that endeavors to take you higher. The opportunities are always there for every soul.

To some extent life continues as before, but already you see the signs of change that are inevitable. How much suffering occurs depends on your Governments and how quickly they adopt the new ways that are being offered to them. Military might will not delay the changes, although the Illuminati proposed to use it against us if we attempted disclosure and appeared on your Earth. We can easily deal with such threats but do not wish to create conditions that may rebound upon you. We are all for disclosure as soon as possible but it must be against a peaceful background. However, it may come when you least expect it, as there is more than one country that will back such an announcement.

You have been patient for such a long time and that is appreciated, but know that events must get underway very, very soon. We are ready and rely on our allies to prepare the ground so that we can follow on. Until then proceed as normal and take things as they come a day at the time. In time all of your needs will be taken care of, even though some of you will bear more of the inconvenience than others. We are well aware of what is likely to happen, and will not let matters get out of hand. We have looked after you and guided your path for a very long time, and we have a greater presence now than ever before. We are still unable to de-cloak more of our craft until we have removed the threat against us. Once it is however, we shall put on a glorious display to greet you all.

In the early days of UFO sightings we regularly contacted what you would call “ordinary individuals” yet even so their experiences were deliberately held back from you. We even took them on trips around your Solar System, proving that other planets had intelligent life on them, and still attempts were made to suppress the details. With disclosure the evidence will be totally undeniable as you are introduced to humanoids from not just your system, but from other star systems. We have been separated from you for far too long, and share your excitement at the thought of meeting you.

The Galactic Federation of Light is not in any way a military set up, but within the Universe there are forces that we need to protect ourselves against. They are mostly the dark Ones of the Reptilian group, but we hasten to add that there are others of peaceful intent. In your Galactic history there are many stories of mighty wars between civilizations. However, that era has passed and peace has been declared between the warring factions, and part of our duty is to ensure it is kept. On your Earth there is still evidence of their visits, but they are not always recognized for what they are and ignored because it does not fit in with your accepted version of history. In fact much of your history is fiction and bears little resemblance to the truth. These are areas that we shall address, as it is important that the facts are known.

Keep looking ahead as events are about to take off, and you will not be disappointed. The dark Ones are as good as finished when it comes to exercising their will upon you. They are like the toothless tiger, but still to be avoided and kept down until they can be removed. Many of you know who the leaders are as well as we do and we will not allow them to rise up again. Money still buys them time, but will never buy them their freedom to escape justice for their crimes against you. It is never too late for them to change and would do their record a lot of good, if they relinquished their quest to carry on as before.

I am SaLuSa from Sirius, and see that the midnight hour is starting to chime, so the countdown has begun. So please keep your cool for a little while longer, as all comes to him who waits. God Bless You All.

Thank you SaLuSa,

Mike Quinsey.

[Bold font by Nancy]





Compiled by Nancy B. Detweiler, M.Ed., M.Div.

 Afghanistan is made up of diverse tribal kingdoms.[i]   People have lived in Afghanistan since at least 7000 B.C.[ii]  As part of the ancient Persian Empire, Afghanistan has been a crossroads for travelers of many nationalities and cultural influences.  The ancient Chinese Silk Road Trade Route ran through Afghanistan on its way to the Mediterranean Sea.  Although their cultural history was rich for over 5,000 yrs, the country has been stymied culturally since the 17th century by the lack of prolonged periods of peace in which cultural pursuits are possible.

Persian Empire

The Afghan people are fiercely independent in nature.  This innate inner strength can be seen in their eyes.  The astounding beauty of the Afghan people can be seen in the children.  Look into their eyes … see them smile in circumstances that defy happiness and yet their inner light and joy shines forth.

 children carrying water

 Afghan children [iii]

 “All [human] creatures are God’s children, and those dearest to God are the ones who treat His children kindly.”

Islam.  Hadith of Baihaqi

 “You are the children of the Lord your God.”

Judaism & Christianity.  Deuteronomy 14:1

 “Let the little children come to me; do not stop them; for it is to such as these that the kingdom of God belongs….  And he took them up in his arms, laid his hands on them, and blessed them.”  Christianity.  Mark 10:14-16

father & children

 Father & Children


 “Every child has known God,

Not the God of names,

Not the God of don’ts,

Not the God who ever does Anything weird,

But the God who only knows 4 words,

And keeps repeating them, saying,

‘Come dance with me, come dance.’” [iv]



14th century Persian mystic and poet


 Hazara boy

Hazara girl

 Hazara girl dressed in traditional green

Hazara girl 2

 Hazara girl


 Afghan boy


Afghan woman


Shabana Basij Rasikh

 “Shabana Basij Rasikh was born and raised in Kabul, Afghanistan….  In 2005, Shabana attended high school in the USA through the year-long Youth Exchange and Study (YES) program sponsored by the US State Department. Following her secondary school career, she worked as an Executive Assistant to the Country Director of American Councils for International Education in Kabul as a one year appointment. Shabana is the Executive Director of Afghan Youth Initiative. Shabana is a senior at Middlebury College, double-majoring in International Studies and Women and Gender Studies. She is a senior fellow at the Middlebury College Admissions Office. In addition, she is the President of HELA, a non-governmental organization that is raising money to build the first girls high school in Qalatik, her family’s ancestral village in Afhganistan; she was featured as in the October issue of Glamour as one of the “Top Ten College Women” for 2010.”

talking to mothers

Najiba Fazzay, far right, gives a talk on maternal health care to expectant mothers in the village of Aquachanoy near Jawjzan, Afghanistan.


 Afghan man

men hug

Afghan men hug outside of Mosque

  man traditional

Men’s traditional attire

  boy traditional attire

Boy in traditional male attire

Hazara woman

  Hazara woman in the traditional green with her baby

Dr. Samar

 Dr. Sima Samar – 1st Hazara woman to earn her medical degree

Kabul University


 Women of Afghanistan


Afghan men

  men at dinner

Dinner with friends – Kabul, Afghanistan

  men at lake

 Afghan men at one of the Band-e Amir Lakes

  home school

Afghan Home School near Jalalabad

Women vote

  Afghan women waiting to register to vote


wedding dress

  Afghan Wedding Dress

  wedding reception

Afghan Wedding Reception

school girls

School girls – Kabul

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 Afghan school girls – Kabul

school girl

 Student – Kabul

Such pure beauty


“Naja is from a Pushtoon tribe in a remote, desert area of Kuz-Kunar. As part of her tribe’s custom, she received tattoos on her face when she became a young woman. These tattoos are a sign of beauty in her culture.”

“What do you hope happens to Afghanistan in the future? What kind of country do you want Afghanistan to be when you grow up?”

Answer: “I want peace. We are tired of the fighting. After all these wars we still don’t have any peace and no one is helping us. When will it come?… When I grow up I want there to be jobs and schools and roads so we don’t have to take donkeys. I want Afghanistan to stand on its own, without anyone telling us how to live.”

Naja B., 12, Behsood, Kuz-Kunar District, Nangarhar Province

 women - rug

 Afghanistan, like Iran, is famous for its handwoven Persians rugs.

  girl school

 Afghan Girls’ School

No wandering, bored eyes here – Afghan children are serious about their education.


Afghan Youth Voices Festival

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  Afghan men at Friday prayers – Mosque in Herat

  3 men

Afghan men


 The nomads are called the Kuchi.[v]  The Kuchi lead their herds of goats and sheep “to high mountain pastures in summer.  When the snow arrives in fall, they head to lower, warmer areas to spend the winter.” [vi]


Kuchi Spring Migration

 “Kuchis live in a delicate symbiotic relationship with peasants and environment. Traditionally, they lived by selling young animals, dairy products, wool, sheepskins, meat, or bartering those goods, for wheat grain, vegetables, fruits, and other foodstuffs. Nomads contribute importantly to the national economy in terms of meat, skins and wool. The nomads provided villagers with tea, sugar, matches, kerosene, guns, etc. as well as being moneylenders to village farmers.3 Being able to move from pasture to pasture, nomads escape the limits on size of local herds which villagers are subject to. The Afghan nomads are important for the maintenance of the marginal hilly grasslands.”

daughter - nomad

 Daughter of a nomadic tribe – Shamali Plains, Afghanistan

  father & girl

Pashtun tribesman with his daughter – Sheydayi, Afghanistan

“Lord, give us joy in our wives and children, and make us models for the God-fearing.”

Islam.  Qur’an 25.74

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 Afghan girl – Paghman Valley

 “God is All-gentle to His servants, providing for whomsoever He will.”

Islam.  Qur’an 42.19

  Saffron 3

Gathering Saffron flowers

 “God is love.”  Christianity.  I John 4:8

  family - saffron

Afghan family

 “The Lord is good to all, and his compassion is over all that he has made.”

Judaism & Christianity.  Psalm 145:9

“Compassion is a mind that savors only Mercy and love for all sentinent beings.”

Buddhism.  Nagarjuna, Precious Garland 437

  father & son

Afghan Father and Son

 “Honor your father and mother, that your days may be long in the land which the Lord your God gives you.”   Judaism & Christianity.  Exodus 20:12

father teacher

Afghan Father and Daughter

“When I was a child, my father enrolled me at the local school. After a few months, I didn’t want to go any longer. I was only six, and school made me depressed. The teachers were mean to us when we made mistakes. They would hit us. So I quit going to school.

When my father found out he bought me gifts and spoke with my teacher, but I refused to go back to school. After that, he didn’t talk to me for one week until finally he sat down with me and explained that God created good and bad people in this world and not everyone’s behavior is how we would like it. He told me that if I did not go to school I would regret it. My peers would become successful and I would have to stay home due to being illiterate and no one would want me.

He said there is nothing more important than education. He cited the holy Qu’ran and said that God and our prophet Mohammed loved educated people. Our prophet told us, “Go and learn knowledge even if it is in the farthest place of the world.” He asked me to not give up because of little struggles along the way. This speech opened my eyes. I went back to school and since then I have worked hard at my studies.

When I was ten, I loved to draw. People said my drawings were beautiful and when my dad saw my sketchbook he was happy.  He told me, “I know my daughter will become very famous one day, and I will be proud of you.”

My father always brought me books to read. After I read one he would ask me to write down what I thought about the book. I began to read books on many different subjects. When he noticed that I had become interested in reading about women’s issues, he brought me books on women’s rights in Islam and other religions.

During the Taliban regime, I didn’t go to school and I read a lot and listened to the BBC broadcasts and debates about women’s issues. Whenever I had questions, I asked my dad. He always explained in detail and never tired of my questions.”

May we remember the beauty of the Afghan people and work for World Peace by envisioning them living in peace!

“You shall love your neighbor as yourself.”  Matthew 19:19



NOTE BY NANCY:  Recently Caroline Myss wrote the following article about her experience with an Afghani man.  Although the story was written as an illustration for a more extensive article, I am publishing the story alone to allow you to see the inner beauty of an Afghan man.


 *by Caroline Myss*

 The other day I flew to Newark, New Jersey, to give a benefit lecture on

behalf of the Trenton Soup Kitchen. I have been involved with the TSK for

five years now and I consider the work this charity does to be absolutely

magnificent. Anyway, I arrived midday and was met by a lovely, middle-aged

driver. Within minutes we were in his immaculate car heading to our

destination, which, according to his GPS, was an hour away. My first

reaction was, “Ugh, that’s half the flight time from Chicago.” My second

reaction was, “I hope this guy isn’t a chatterbox because I need to make

notes for my talk.”

Heading out of the airport, the driver and I both settled into our normal

routines. He got his GPS going and I pulled out my notebook. Then he asked,

“Is the temperature okay for you?” All he wanted to know was if the air in

the car was warm enough, right? That required a yes or a no and a thanks

for asking. But instead, something in me found his accent very curious.

Why? I grew up in a home in which half my relatives had foreign accents, as

did half the people in the neighborhood. People with accents are so common

in my life that I hardly notice them, but I noticed his. Then I noticed

that I needed to know where he came from – I mean I absolutely needed to

know. Why? I don’t know why.

So I asked him, “Where are you from? I am intrigued with your accent.”

He smiled and said, “Where do you think?” I looked at his face through the

driver’s mirror and the deep lines around his dark brown eyes blending in

with his warm smile told me that this was a good man, a very good man.

I said, “Persia.”

His eyes sparkled, “Very good, but not quite. Close. What’s next to Persia?”

I froze for a moment. My mind went blank. I needed to bring up the globe in

my mind’s eye. I said, “Okay, just a minute. You’re not Turkish. You must

be from Afghanistan.”

“Yes, I am Afghani. I came here when the Russians invaded my country. I had

just completed my degree at the university in Kabul. You can’t imagine how

beautiful Afghanistan was before all these wars. Now I have two sons and a

daughter here.”

I put my notebook down and we began to discuss his life, his journey, his

world. He told me how the turmoil of decades of war in Afghanistan has

affected his family and the lives of so many people he knows. And then he

told me that he lost his job when the company he was working for let go of

many of their employees. As a result, he was losing his home. That struck

him as among the more overwhelming events of his life, as he did not think

such a thing could happen in America. I told him about how many people I

knew in that same situation.

Lest you think his man was complaining about the events that had unfolded

in his life or drowning in his sorrows, that was not at all the case.

Rather, he presented these chapters of his life with a type of “matter of

fact” voice that was devoid of self-pity or anger. I was the one pressing

for more details, asking him to expand on how and why events happened as

they did in his life. I was the one picking at his wounds. If anything, he

should have dropped me off at a bus station and told me to catch the next

bus to Trenton.

Then he said, “I should be quiet now. I notice you have work to do.”

He didn’t ask me why I had come to Trenton and as I realized that, I hoped

with all my might that he would not. And then I had this overwhelming gut

feeling, that unmistakable rupture I get when I know I am right, “This man

and his wife come to the Trenton Soup Kitchen for a meal or maybe even a

few meals each week.” I knew it.

I was desperate to change the subject now. I could talk about anything –

weather, sports, Hurricane Sandy – just don’t ask me why I have come to

Trenton. Then my phone rang. It was a family member calling about another

family member who was in a very serious crisis. We were circling the

wagons, as they say. He could hear me, not because I was speaking loudly

but because I was sitting directly behind him. For fifteen minutes, I

discussed possible treatment and outcome for a beloved family member. My

voice had gotten tight. I was shutting down, withdrawing into the silence

of grief and tears. I hung up the phone, staring out the window.

This lovely Afghan man said, “You know, when my daughter was five, she was

diagnosed with this rare illness. Her female organs matured faster than her

physical body and she started to menstruate at that age. We were terrified.

We took her to a doctor and he told us that she needed to take this certain

shot once a month. It cost $1,000.00. Insurance covered that while I had my

other job but then I lost that job. I did not know what to do. I needed to

provide for my family, for my home, for their health. I was never so

frightened. I told my wife that I needed to go away for one reason. I

needed to go and be with God. I needed to be alone to take my life, my

problems directly to God. And so I went away to pray for two weeks. I had

to be alone, to do nothing but pray.

When I returned, we took my daughter to a different doctor and he said,

‘Why do you want to have her on this medication? She is perfectly healthy?’

And she is perfectly healthy. She is healed. I know that God is with me,

even through these difficult times. Yes, I am losing my home. I can replace

that. I could never replace my daughter, or my sons. And so we will grieve

the loss our own home, but for how long? Perhaps three days. But how long

would we grieve the loss of my daughter? We would grieve until the day of

our own death. And so God blessed me by showing me that he is truly with

me, with my family, and that he hears our prayers.”

By the time this wonderful man finished sharing his story, I could not stop

the tears from pouring out of my eyes.

“Do you have any water?” he asked me.

“Are you thirsty? Here, I have a bottle of water,” I said as I gave him my


“No,” he said, “I am not thirsty. I am going to pray for your family member

and I am going to put those prayers into this water and you will take this

water to her. It will carry the grace and light of God’s response.”

I asked him if I could pray for his family, for his journey through

hardship and his return to right livelihood. And so, pulling up to my

friend’s house, my driver held the bottle of water in his hands and sang

prayers from the Koran. He rocked slowly back and forth in the front seat

of the car, falling deeper and deeper into an inner dialogue with God. I

closed my eyes and quietly entered into my own interior castle, holding

images of this man’s face and soul in my heart.

In the midst of this sacred ritual, I heard the sound of my friend darting

out of his home to greet me. I quickly came out of my prayer space and

signaled to him by holding up my hand, “Stay where you are. Don’t come near

this car.”

Still this dear man continued in his prayerful request that healing grace

be given to my family member. Tears now flowed from his closed eyes as his

body movements revealed that his heart beat closely with heaven’s pulse.

Finally, he opened his eyes and handed me what anyone else would take for

an ordinary bottle of Evian water. We held each other’s hands for several

seconds, thanking each other with nods of our heads and the tight grips of

our hands. Still appearing to be an ordinary Evian bottle from the outside,

I looked through the ordinary and into the extraordinary. I stared at this

bottle of water and for me it became the substance of miracles, the story

of a man’s life journey, and on the day I was picked up to do a benefit for

the homeless by a man losing his home whose very prayers I suspect may well

have contributed most to the healing of my family member. It became “holy


[All life breathes together.]

[i]   Ali, Sharifah Enayat, Afghanistan, 1995.

[ii]   Whitfield, Susan, Afghanistan, National Geographic.

[v]   Whitfield, page 37.

[vi]   Whitfield, page 37.