NEW HUMAN

A Journey To Transformation

A Novel By:

Brad Johnson

©2010 Brad Johnson

All Rights Reserved.
 Acknowledgements
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
 Contents
Prologue 6

Chapter 1 9

Chapter 2 17
“You can never become as great as what you can be if you have no desire to
unleash greatness.”
- Elisa Chambers
 Prologue

A
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.
 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
yourselves now my loved ones. The changes will start to happen and Atlantis will
be no more. Gather the people. Save what you can. Please… save yourselves.
Death is but a plateau to another experience. You will see me again… my heart be
with yours… Cha-ee-cha-tee Ee-sa-ee-li.”

I stopped. I was running out of breath... out of life. I could no longer

struggle any further. There was no more energy within me to struggle to stay
alive. My eyes closed and my head turned lifeless to the left. I could feel my soul
rising out of my body. As I rose toward the ceiling of the great temple, I could see
the priesthood hovering over my body with tears filling their eyes. They knew my
soul had left and they were clouded with absolute despair. They too knew of the
visions of Atlantis falling. Thousands would be killed and only a few would be
spared.

It saddened me as I continued to ascend higher and higher past the plane of

the physical. I moved through the fabrics between physicality and the realm of
the ethereal where all matter became transparent and malleable. As I ascended
further, I could see the tunnel of light leading to my oversoul knowing that my
task was not yet complete. I know I had more to accomplish. More to learn and
evolve from. I would not leave my experience of Earth behind as I felt defeated. It
was the karma that kept me devoted to one day returning back and setting my
experiences into lessons of true alignment. As many lives as it would take, I would
complete Earth and I would see the time to where I would see the dawn rising…
Shining its glorious light upon the new human.
 Chapter 1

M
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.
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.
 It was difficult surviving with my natural gifts without a home. This led me
down a path to thievery to survive. I would dematerialize apples from fruit stands
and have them appear in my hand. In my early teen years, I was even able to
affect others’ minds. With a simple coordinated form of eye contact, I could make
someone completely forget that they had been speaking to me or even knew my
name. This helped on many occasions when I had law enforcement issues
regarding theft. I utilized my intuition telling me what areas were safe to travel to,
and which areas weren’t. It foretold of the individuals that would be beneficial to
get in contact with so I would find myself where I wanted to be based on my
passion.

I’ll never forget the man who helped me the most. One who was truly like a
Father to me—with abilities much like my own. He was the one who originally
built this cabin that I dwell in now. But when I first met him at the age of 17, he
was visiting a distant cousin in Guadalajara, Mexico. He knew of my visit before I
officially met with him. He knew of the pain I carried with me: being alone on the
streets of densely populated cities struggling to stay alive. He took me back with
him. Back to his home of solitude in the mountains of the Himalayas. It was here
where he taught me all that I know today. It was an education that no other child
could receive by going to modern schools. He taught me much about spirituality,
how we are connected to all things within the universe and encouraging me with
the abilities I possessed. We spoke to each other most of the time through
telepathy. Very rarely did we ever use words. Only at times to where we would
sing together. Songs that would bless the Earth and all nature within. My mentor,
Zamir, was the closest thing to a true father to me.
 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.
 Chapter 2

A
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?
 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.
He took the cigarette from his mouth and looked at me up and down with his
violating eyes.

“Who the hell are you? What did you just do to me? Are you spying on
me?” He stated with a hoarse tone.

“Are you able to hear your words, or do you always speak without
meaning?” I replied calmly.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about. Do you work here or something?”
Anderson said.

I simply smiled at how oblivious he was to himself. His mind could not
comprehend what he had just experienced and so he continued to respond in the
consensus of his ignorance.

“Mr. Anderson Bailey. I know exactly who you are. I know exactly what you
are all about. I know that your magazine speaks to millions around the world.
Your words of skepticism seem to bring closure to other people lives based on
phenomenology pertaining to the supernatural and the metaphysical. When you
look at my face, do you not recognize me? Know that you have seen me before.”

His brain was attempting to process my face. He has seen me before. A

segment on his six o’clock news program back in the year of 1995. He saw me
very clearly on his television and literally salivated at the wish that one day he
would hope to debunk everything that I stood for.

Anderson’s eyes widened. His mind finally clicked into the memory.
 “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.