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N E W H U M A N

A Journey To Transformation

A N o v e l B y :

B r a d J o h n s o n

©2010 Brad Johnson

All Rights Reserved.



A c k n o w l e d g e m e n t s

To everyone that has ever been able to step outside of themselves and see who

they truly are in a divine light, this book is dedicated to them. To those who have

awoken to their life’s purpose and work everyday to fulfill their dreams through

passion, you are the essence of what this book personifies.

To all supporters, my sincere thanks and appreciation to every one of you for your

encouragement in love that has inspired me in making this novel a reality. This

book is my gift to you.

Love, Harmony and Oneness,

Brad Johnson



C o n t e n t s

Prologue 6

Chapter 1 9

Chapter 2 17



P r o l o g u e

s they lifted my broken body up upon the crystalline table, I had already

known that their attempts to heal me would be in vain. I was too weak

to make any form of recovery. Nonetheless, the priests surrounded me:

two at each side and two from front to back at the table. Their crystal wands

shining brightly with majestic energy. With each wand that the healers held

emanated each color within the rainbow spectrum. Their minds acting as one

with the intention to heal the one. One who had fought to keep the darkness

from arising across a land that knew only peace and prosperity for thousands of

years. A land where manifestations sculpted throughout brilliant human creation

became abundant. A land that had not yet learnt of the darkness that was now

bringing descension into a lower density: a land that was once known as Atlantis.

I lay on the table struggling to keep my fading blue eyes open. The pain was

too great. The life was being taken from this body I occupied. I could feel the

sorrow in the hearts of my friends, my family who were so eager to keep me alive.

Even though I spoke to them within their minds: “let me go my family. This is

what is meant to be.” The thought passed through them like an ocean breeze not

acknowledging it.

“You are the princess. You must live. Atlantis needs you. We can’t descend

into darkness. We must stay within the light. Please…you are needed.” The

consensus of the priests proclaimed to me within my mind.

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The poor fools. Even though it was apparent I could not go on, they’re

devotion spoke louder rather than the realization of an event set into action

prophesied by the Gods that was now coming to pass. Yet they did not care. This

was foreseen for thousands of years, yet many of us did not pay it mind. Our

people became too complacent. Too self-involved in arrogance to step pass

borders we were never meant to cross. Our very way of life was now in

jeopardy—because of ignorance. And my hope, along with the hope of my sisters

to keep the darkness suppressed with our combined feminine energies now

became overshadowed with the times of the dark age that cast itself upon our

world.

“Keep her alive. We must keep her alive!” The priesthood spoke in

consensus. I could feel the struggle they were having. Clutching their wands with

all their bodily strength feeding the spectrum of healing energy into me. It was to

be a river of energy that would have an opportunity of saving me, but in my

condition, there was no river of healing energy. There were only drops. I wanted

them to stop, but they would not.

There was only one thing that came into my mind. I opened my mouth and

screamed “Stop!” in Atlantian tongue. The priests were startled and stepped back

from the shock. Their wands raised up with the healing flow of energy ceased. I

continued in Atlantian as I poured my true heart’s intent out through my words.

“You must stop. This is how it was meant to be. This is how our world must

progress. We cannot reverse what is already here. The dark age will bring

hardship. But know this is not the end for the light. For as dark as the dusk can be,

it can never be life without the coming of the dawn. The light will return. Save



C h a p t e r 1

y eyes awoke to my living reality. Here I remained seated cross

legged across my wooden floor with the glimpse of the mountain

views from the Himalayas capturing my attention from my window.

Like a painter portraying a masterpiece, these mountains embraced my love by

their presence. The ice frozen mountains surrounding the largest mountain in the

world: Everest. I gathered myself off of my floor and walked over to the window.

This truly was the only place on the planet to which I truly felt I belonged. All

other areas around the world seemed incompatible energetically to me. With

these natural pyramids, these masses of ice, stone and dirt reaching up to the

skies—the energy was vibrant. I achieved such clarity here. People were easier to

sense.

My cabin is without electricity. It is without a telephone and heat is

supplied only by my fireplace. It can be unsettling during the colder seasons, yet I

bare it because of the freedom and solitude that I am rewarded with brings me

joy upon anything else. The nearest village from my location is a distance of three

miles. Within this radius, there are no other human occupants.

Why this life of solitude? Why such isolation? I simply cannot be my whole

self in busy population centers. Too many minds broadcasting thoughts of such

variety, one cannot expect to center themselves with such internal white noise.

That is simply a reason to achieve clarity, yet not the main reason of my isolation.

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The modern world is not significant for my own journey. As my own nature

involves visiting other planes of reality, travelling consciously through past and

probable future timelines, utilizing my advanced form of telepathy, there is no

basis for my function with the modern world.

Individuals lost to their own purpose. Fulfilling commitments not of their

own passion, but to the demand of a system that torments each one of them, yet

they still abide to that torment. Like voluntarily chaining yourself to a dungeon

wall waiting to receive the lashes from the prison guard. There is nothing the

modern world could offer me that could equal the harmony I have here. For my

years as a child in this body, I never understood that world. A society so common

to ignorance and fear, it is part of their daily life. People only pretending to care

about others, but truly concern themselves about monetary gain. The perfect

pitch for their marketing ploy of human misery. It was revolting.

Since the age of 13, I have been on my own. My parents perished in a plane

crash over Bermuda and neither their bodies, nor the plane wreckage was ever

found. I abandoned the cruelty of a senile great Aunt that believed my abilities

were the work of the devil. She swore upon the bible, yet never bothered to

understand it. It was a symbol of her morality and upbringing and she could never

view it from an outside perspective. One night, I escaped from my bedroom

window, and within an instant, I was miles away from her. The beginning of my

teleportation abilities began to surface, but I struggled to control it. It took time,

but eventually, I became aware of what I was capable of for an apparent

“daughter of Satan” according to my Aunt’s perspective.



When I reached the age of 21, his soul passed this plane in the summer of

that year. But to me there was no weeping, there was only joy as I could feel

where his soul was going to rest. I could feel his soul, touching his essence with

my own through my hand and felt such love from him as he began his soul

ascension as his physical body began to phase out of this existence. Before he left,

he looked into my eyes and said to me telepathically: “Look to the stars that form

the triangle of this season, that is where I will rest, Elisa. Tata, my child.”

Since that time of his passing, everything felt so much more clearer to me.

My abilities only grew more to areas I had not realized when I was younger. I was

literally a living library able to pull information directly from the source to build

my knowledge further.

I learnt twelve different languages by receiving downloads from the source

alone. Mathematics are as natural to me as water is on the Earth. Our planet’s

true history is common knowledge to me, whereas I know many on this planet do

not have such a luxury of discerning truth from disinformation. Something that

indeed modern civilization is abundant with.

I have lived in Nepal for the past 25 years. The people here are wise. They

all knew Zamir very well and welcomed me with open arms when I first arrived.

They were not driven by false truths or monetary enrichment. They are in

connection with spirit. I feel their joy each morning when I awake. It was through

this love that I held gatherings to share my abilities and help unlock others upon

their requests. It was always the children that learned their abilities before the

adults. Children are by far the most intelligent forms of life on this planet,

although this may bruise the adults’ ego severely with such statements.



Through my teachings, word passed on. Within months, an abundance of

tourists from all over the world would gather and wish to be taught what I had

shared with the villagers. One may think that this may indeed be a dream come

true for someone who wishes to impart wisdom to another. But unfortunately,

that was not my frame of mind. There was the mentality through the thoughts

that I had sensed based on what I was doing. The mindset through many that

came was that this was a business of mine. It was within those moments where I

was encapsulated in pure disgust. Wealthy business people coming to Nepal

wanting to invest in my abilities. Looking at me like I was some form of sacred

fortune teller willing to explain one’s future for a certain amount of currency. The

idea itself was foul to me. Like taking a bite from a severely rotten piece of fruit, I

was revolted by such thought forms. I listened to my whole being when it was

telling me that it was time to stop doing what I was doing. After four years of my

own gatherings, they ceased and I felt ill from the overwhelming nature of greed

that had come upon this sanctuary.

Now only certain individuals from the villages are able to see me at certain

points in time. I never have to concern myself with greed from my people here as

they are beyond such systems, and I am pleased to have teached many of the

children abilities that have vastly improved their lives: mastering the craft of

telepathy, telekinesis, teleportation, bilocation and being receptive to higher

guidance.

Even though my life in Nepal here has been long, to this day, not one

villager has ever set foot in my cabin. This was always the request of Zamir to the

villagers. They were never to visit him here. To times that were divinely guided,



he would visit them and spend time amongst the joy of the children. This request

remained from Zamir even before he passed. He made certain that it was known

to everyone that when he rejoined the spirit world, his home would become my

home for my journeys to come.

Much of the visits that I have offered to the villagers has not even involved

me leaving my home through my physical body. Much of my sessions were

performed through bilocating: the ability to where you can manifest your

presence in another location simultaneously to where your physical body exists in

its original location. In fact, much of my travels across this world have rarely been

done by my physical body. Through the intention of thought, I can literally

bilocate to any area on this planet of my choosing.

It was through this particular ability that a very monumental event was

going to occur. An event that I was guided to bring forth into manifestation. After

29 years of solitude away from the presence of the modern world, I was being

guided to return to it. Or to put it in a better explanation, the modern world was

to come to me.

Through my bilocation travels, I stumbled upon a certain magazine that

caught my eye while I was visiting Sidney, Australia. A magazine published within

New York City, but had very strong worldwide distribution connections. The

magazine was called “The Mystical Skeptic.” The founder of this most amusing

magazine was an individual named Anderson Bailey. A balding sour man 45 years

of age that literally dwelled within doubt both externally and internally. He would

travel the world exploring phenomena that related to the paranormal,

supernatural and the metaphysical in an attempt to debunk it.



Simply by looking at the photo of this strange individual, I felt something

peculiar: he was envied by so many. Millions of people looking onto him as a type

of “skeptic savior.” But more than that, I found his personality to be that of a

stubborn, arrogant type greatly depending on his own salvation of ignorant

shallow theories to be his solidified pillars that kept his reality together. There

was an intention that I felt here. An intention I had not felt before. It was the

feeling of being excited in regards to a challenge. But not a challenge to soothe

ego, a challenge that brought about a coming to terms mentality. The mentality of

being the one to shine the light in this individual’s face so that not only could he

come to terms with his own true humanity, but it would bring a cascading effect

to those he has touched with his work. The one possible outcome that could lead

to a whole new understanding of the modern world to accept the spiritual side of

their life in greater numbers. This individual was the key to bringing about such

knowledge to a society blinded by ignorance to where the blindfold could finally

be removed from many.

I meditated on this task for days. And through the last moments of my

meditation, I could feel Zamir’s spirit in my presence. I could feel him putting his

hand on my right shoulder as he always did. He kneeled down to my level and

smiled at me with humbled eyes:

“Elisa, this is the task that has awaited you for so long. The task that will

bring you to completion. You will come together as one and venture back to the

home where my soul rests. I will await you there. Tata, my child.”

Within that instant, he returned to the spirit world. I opened my eyes, took

a deep breath and accepted this through all the divinity within me that was



pointing me to venture down this road. It was time for me to prepare for the

encounter with Mr. Anderson Bailey.



C h a p t e r 2

man who surrounded himself with others of ignorant minds. Yes, this is

what I could see as I projected my consciousness into his large office

building within the heart of New York City. Anderson gathered around

his drones occupying a shiny wooden oval table stacked with paperwork on

phenomena that his team works to debunk. The room lacking in essence of any

form of creativity. Men and women with colorless office attire devoid of their

ability to utilize any form of imagination within their work.

And what was it that I felt amongst his workers? They were committed to

simply casting doubt upon the findings rather than searching for counter-

evidence to the cases they were investigating. The ideas were flowing through

their minds like a stream. Not one mind even considered the possibility of the

phenomena they studied to be the work of ghosts or spirits. I could feel exactly

what they were investigating: earthbound spirits unable to resolve their karma

anchoring themselves through confusion and fear preventing their souls to cross

over back to the source. I did not expect such fools as these beings blind to their

own nature to see what I could see, yet the evidence they craved was before

them, but it was not being accepted. Even with apparitions caught on tape, there

must always be another explanation in their narrow minds. These modern day

workers were even in the presence of these spirits with their hairs standing on

end around their necks and arms investigating this very case. And what is the alibi

of the denial? A chilling wind?

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This Anderson Bailey fellow was indeed a fool: close-minded, arrogant, self-

centered and consumed with absolute denial. It emanated throughout his aura:

Colors of muddy red and mirky pink barely projecting any form of true

luminescence around his body. This truly showed the inner anger he contained as

well as his foul, distrustful personality that even his workers could sense. There he

stood with his white dress shirt and red tie dangling over the table as he leaned

forward. Giving advice on how to lie to achieve convincing denial. His flock

followed him like a beacon of light. Their minds so closed, but following out of

pure loyalty to their superior.

At this moment, I focused on Anderson’s loud, arrogant words: “People

aren’t going to buy this unless you see it the way I see it! Open your goddamn

eyes! There was fog! There was wind! That’s what caused those apparitions.

That’s what caused the chill we felt. Remember, we had flashlights. Shining it

through the fog to make it appear as apparitions. This whole case was a hoax! No

ghosts, no spirits. It was all from us and the acts of nature… case closed. I want

this down in our next issue.”

He was in ecstacy over his lies. As if congratulating himself on the fables he

produced. There I could see him brushing his sweaty balding hair back reaching

into his pocket for a cigarette. Anderson stepped outside of his boardroom

heading towards the elevator to go to the top floor, making his way to the roof so

that he could enjoy that cigarette. As he reached the roof, I knew this was my

time to intervene as he was alone.

Within less than a moment, I appeared on the roof of this 15 story

skyscraper looking only to have my vision obstructed by more tall buildings. The



energy I sensed here was hideous. I could feel the filth of thoughts that dwelled

only of business and profit, and not expansion. It was nearly unbearable to me,

yet this confrontation was necessary to begin this journey that I had agreed upon.

As I turned the corner, I saw Anderson inhaling his cigarette checking the

time on his gold plated watch. His mind still filled with such stress, and random

feelings of worry filled him concerning himself with his physical condition

deteriorating, yet he quickly tucked it down deep within as it was all about the

focus of his business. But from what I could sense, he did not have much time left

before his health would become fatal. He stood as if healthy, yet he was in agony.

Pain shooting up from his back, stiffness in his legs. His heavy breathing as his

lungs were literally begging him to stop smoking. His heart was not in much of a

promising condition either. Like many of his kind in society that were of the

materialistic, he was deafened to the voice of his body, yet widely receptive to

the idea of profit.

With his back to me, I knew it was the time for an introduction. I slowly

began to enter his mind. Moving apart the spheres that obtained the nest of his

thoughts. As I reached the center of a very dim light found at the core, I projected

within his mind: “You are the fool I have sought to meet.”

Anderson quickly turned around and saw me standing before him. He was

in awe: An attractive older woman wearing Nepalese garments colored in silver

with her dirty blonde hair tied into a long braided pony tail. There was an

attraction he had for my appearance flowing through his mind. Another element

he portrayed that was repulsive as he neglected the wedding ring on his finger.



“You’re Elisa Chambers! Oh my god! The famed mystic…No one has heard

from you in years! So many thought you were dead.”

“Including you, Mr. Bailey.” I added.

“Why have you come here?” He asked.

“I am giving you an ‘opportunity’, Mr. Bailey. The opportunity that you saw

the moment you tuned into that news broadcast all of those years ago to see my

face for the first time. The opportunity to work your mystical skeptic magic upon

me. And I want you to bring all of your skepticism, all of your doubt, all of your

close-minded arrogance with you.”

Anderson thought to himself for a moment stroking his chin. He was

amazed that such an opportunity as this literally came ‘out of the blue.’

“The opportunity to label you as a hoax…I have to admit, it is very

tempting.” Anderson said with excitement behind his voice.

“That’s right Mr. Bailey. This is the challenge that I am seeking from you.

My actions come not from self-satisfaction from labelling you as a fool, nor

proving anything to you. Only to allow you to see yourself. And by seeing yourself,

you will help others to see themselves. And you are the one that I have been

guided to. Are you ready to see who you truly are, Mr. Bailey? Are you ready to

see past illusion? To see past time and space? To leave a trivial world drenched in

hardship fueled by the illusionary goals of control and power? This is the

opportunity I give you. Your sources have the means of organizing your travel to

visit me within the Himalayas. Your secretary Tracy has the contact information of

a friend of mine from Nepal that will journey with you to find me. Do not be



tardy, Mr. Bailey. After all, this could very well be the story to ‘make your

career’—do those miniscule words of insignificant purpose send a surge of joy

through your already dying heart? If they do, come find me, Mr. Bailey, as the

opportunity is now directly in front of you.”

Mr. Bailey smiled and turned his back to me. He brushed his hair back and

said in an overconfident tone: “It’s going to be a pleasure labelling you as a hoax,

lady.”

Mr. Bailey turned back around and was surprised not to see me there

anymore. He started to look around the area of the rooftops as I saw him through

my consciousness vision perplexed beyond belief. I had left my mark. As

perplexed as Anderson was, he was just as excited as well. In his mind, he felt that

I was already defeated and this experience would be the pinnacle to the success

of his unbridled fame. It was all happening according to plan. I await the challenge

my dear Mr. Bailey.

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