A Core Shift in Spatial Relationships

Marking time is putting you into a faster two-step lately, isn’t it? Cosmic rhythms being what they are, it would seem that you have entered into time’s half-time show and the nature of how you relate to reality is moving into an extraordinary process of elongation and expansion. That is how it may seem. However, cosmic rhythms being what they are, we assure you that in fact, nothing out of the ordinary is happening at all. The reality of what is ordinary has changed, but that is merely a function of your ability to relate meaningfully with it. Reality is what it is. Time is what it is. Your relationship to reality and time is what is becoming – and how becoming it is, humans of Earth! We are ever in awe of your core resonant vibe, even when it may seem like everything around you is falling apart.

Core restructuring is taking place within the planet. It is taking place within every being upon the planet, within species, within nations, within social structures, families, and friendships. Everything – everything – is shifting into a different band of frequency, into a new realm of understanding, a new phase of being. A new world is taking shape. Would you indulge us for a brief story? It’s been some time since we shared one with you, and it serves well the purpose of deeper understanding of what’s going on these days. So please, sit back and enjoy our brief tale. The world will still be editing itself when we’ve finished, so you won’t miss much.

Long ago, on a world not so far removed from your own in space and time, known to its inhabitants as Cosmic Creation Number Nine, a panel of experts convened a sort of gathering of the people who put their names in a hat as part of a lottery. The winners were asked if they would take the core-shift route on their trip to photograph the paradise of a new world coming into being. They all agreed, more or less, and with pockets full of hope, they embarked. To the emergence of a new world birthed from the essence of their own they went, adventurers all, and into the phase of interdimensional time they seemed to disappear. The world they found themselves in was twin to Cosmic Creation Number Nine in all ways but for the improbable factor of pirates having stolen the lock and key to the codes of creation and the additional challenge of the travelers having lost most of their memory. Of course there was little the lucky lottery winners could do but take photographs of everything they saw, and they soon had so many light-etched images that they began to get a little bit disorganized and confused. Where was the end point of this birth of paradise? Where were the scenes of beauty and wonder that would trigger their memories of home? They looked around to see only carnage and chaos, confusion and churning catastrophe. This was what they recorded.

To the world they came from, they sent worried messages in hope that help would come, that the nightmare would end, that peace would be. The world they came from said little in response, but urged them to keep taking in what they witnessed as photographic etchings of light. The worst was around them now, it was understood, and the images cast in light and shadow would make the understanding of facts more easily gained. The world they were visiting, while tumultuous and unpredictable, was indeed starting the final phase of transformation into what it was always promised to be. What the travelers were seeing and translating with their photography was pure energetic restructuring, core material reintegration. Keep knowing that, the impulse from home repeated. Keep knowing that, and be in place to catch the right angle of light for your open eyes to see.

So, thus emboldened to do what they came to do, the pride of Cosmic Creation Number Nine continued to snap photographs, capturing the arrangement of light and shadow to form the basis of a new understanding dawning that day, growing each day, until the time came for the celebration of a new birth. This story has been shared through generations of travelers and in countless forms, yet its essence remains unchanged. That is, remain steadfast in your consciousness of the reality from which you came, and know that everything will change in the culmination of a brief period of intensity and collapse. Nothing can avert the imminent transformation of the Earth. It has already begun. So, too, has your inevitable evolvement. There is nothing that can avert that, either. You are already en route to becoming the people you have been promised to be: bold, free, whole, powerful yet existing in a world of peaceful calibration and living in a spectrum of harmony and joy.

This story was told before. It has been told again. There will not be another telling of it in quite the same way, for now is the moment in time that it was written about. You are the ones who hold within yourselves the cameras with which to capture the emergent light from the pictures of distress and calamity you see all around you. You are they who came to this life’s journey to regain memory of a paradise and help awaken the horror-stricken from the collective nightmare of hell on Earth. You are here as ambassadors from Cosmic Creation Number Nine to welcome each other back to a moment out of time where the past becomes the future and the dream of remembrance dissolves into the pure being of a perfected new creation. Now is a good time to reach deep into your pocket where you stowed a bit of hope and share it with those whose pockets are empty, save for yesterday’s lint. Now is the time to put your ears and eyes and hearts together to sense a response to the earnest questions and wishes for a sign from the heavens that you are connected to a network of loving creation. The world is shifting into place for a new band of frequency to be detected. While the transformation is underway, you will yet see distress. More is coming. Hold your hearts together amid the mayhem and let each other know, in whatever way you can, that come what may, there will be no separation from what is to be. Mourn the loss, be of comfort where you can, and with awe for the transformation in every being from death to life, share hope, open your hearts and see where light is waiting to appear. Remember who you are, remember where you are from, and know that you are becoming the people you have been destined to be. Love is your nature. You cannot lose that.

We are with you, part of a continuum of life, which will meet as time begins the final stage of its collapse. We await reunion and remind you that it is with love and respect that we say, you are most beloved. Be strong, our sisters and brothers. Time dissolves, but the truth of who you are becomes more coherent by the day.

Cost of Freedom: Score One for Human Kind

When the cold wind of processed modern living carries a chill that penetrates your bones with the awareness that the world is in a state perhaps best characterized as insane, put your feet firmly on the planet and know that nothing is left to chance when the will of the people is taken into consideration as a single divine voice remembering its truth. Where has this truth been hiding but in the forgetfulness of the fractured psyche of the multitude of humanity? Why has it lain in the dark, forgotten, neglected, but for its rediscovery at a time when the soul of the planet called out for the recognition of the living mind of the planet embodied in every sentient being upon it? Who are you, humans of Earth, if not this embodied corporeal essence of the unitary organism that sources and supports your terrestrial existence? What do you hope to accomplish, as a people facing extinction within mere generations, should current trajectories of societal manipulation continue unabated and unaltered, if not the triumph of survival and the transformation of the species into a self-sufficient, mutually benevolent brother- and sisterhood of creatively wakened perfected beings living in peace, properly maintaining your home? How have you managed to make it this far in a game that has stacked the cards unfavorably against you, and how will you make it now, to say finally, we have won, and none has lost? These are such pertinent questions, dear ones, and they will all be answered, for you have only to remind yourself that the clues are all around, and the truth will make itself known.

As your world watches itself move out of the confines imposed on it as if it were the unimportant participant in the brutality of repressed struggle against the power of world-strangling property owners, perhaps the answers will become apparent in the eyes of those who have had their first taste of freedom. Maybe you will see in their faces some clue to the state of affairs that has invested itself in the cultivation of empty harvests of ignorance, degradation, and decay. Entropy is energetic death, you know, and its impulse is hard to resist. When it comes to the point of no return on investment anymore, what happens to the people who have waited for their profit? They want to see that they haven’t wasted their time or energy, so it’s in the best interests of those upon whom their ministrations have been put to demonstrate the value of human capital, and make their value known. First to themselves, then to those who have burdened them with the oppressive weight of processes of control, will the people of Earth make their true value known. Only then will the freedom that has been lauded in tales of glory and songs of heroes truly be known. Only when you know your priceless worth as a human being will you come to know freedom.

Our brothers and sisters, too long have you shuffled towards the open window of this light-drenched day dawning, shackled with invisible bonds you have let yourselves believe were not there, crippled as a unified being of cosmic intelligence because even one of your people lay subordinated in chains. Too many of you carry scars as trophies attesting to your vindication of pain, and even though many still bleed from the cruel cuts of Nemesis’ harsh hand, it will not add to the intrinsic truth of the value of the global human organism to account its value by the number of lashes it has collectively endured. Now it has become clear, and awareness is growing, that the unblemished body of the planet and its people will become perilously in need of unveiling, as the pure being of a people arises from the rubble of broken dreams and broken promises. Perilously close are you now that the dawn is upon you to seeing yourselves in wholeness and evolutionary manifestation of the human in recognition of the self as divinity embodied. The emergent beings you are will blow your minds. Moving into the landscape that comes with the rebirth of humanity will blow your circuits wide open and the light you will hold when the next process of change begins will even raise the level of pacifism to a higher degree of power. There is no turning back to ignorance, no retreat into darkness. You find your way forward by moving ahead.

Many of the choices you have to make in the coming times will be cast in terms of “what brings the greatest amount of people the greatest degree of dignity and freedom?” or, “how will my mental response impact the consciousness of the body of humanity, of which I am part?” No single act of choice is felt only by you the chooser. The entire fabric of humanity is interwoven not only with itself on the planet, but as well on multiple dimensions. What do you want to contribute to it? You have the answer in the palm of your hand. Are you willing to put that in the hand of another in understanding that it is yourself whom you greet with courage and open sincerity? There, peace is possible, in the eyes and heart of one who asks for understanding. It is your own future that you secure when the knowledge is pure of people collecting their intention for peace and respect in the process of becoming unified as humanity of Earth. There is world peace to gain, please understand. The possibility exists and is known in the hearts of many who today have accepted the struggle to make it a reality. What point is there for peace to be anywhere when it is not everywhere? Who else can say now is the time, besides you? When will human beings be welcomed on the planet if not now, when you are greeting each other as for the first time, having tasted from the same cup of injustice and bitter oppression? How will you move forward if not all in the same direction? Where will you look for answers if not to each other, reflecting from your own heart the understanding that truth cannot be hidden any longer? Why do we ask so many questions, humans of Earth? Quite simply because you have all the answers. Listen to each other, allay fear where you see it, share your wisdom and your bread and a moment of your time. There is folded within the brief sharing a mystery’s unraveling. Hear it? Be open for the thunder. It is coming on silent footsteps and will break down the walls that have kept you captive. Don’t underestimate the power peace brings. Hardly a moment too soon will you awaken to its call. Be ready for a new day, beloveds! The long night is nearly done, and the light of understanding comes.

Harmonious Interlude, Winter Solstice 2010

The time has come for us to come into an algorithm of justice regarding what has been perpetrated on the planet in the name of sanity. We have watched events unfolding with much personal sadness and even more collective hope, for the world is today on the precipice of great change. The buzz has reached the ears of the people who sit on the judge’s bench that justice has not been measured equally for too long and your wish to equalize is gaining strength. While there is no indicator readily available to you, by which you can watch the internal thermostat of the ones currently in power as you the people of the land turn up the heat by voicing your frustration with the status quo, you can open your own heart to feel the warmth of humanity within yourselves individually, and feel it in each other. The world is ready to feel new warmth, light, and life. It is within your power to wrest the deathgrip of the dark days of your past from the machine of imperfection manifest as the collective sleep of the human mind, to feel your own sense of hopelessness wither in the light of recognition of yourself as a human being, to turn the burning heat of impotent ire into the life-giving source of imagination and intelligence combined in a fusion of brilliant radiance. What are you waiting for? Now is the time to pry open sleepy eyes and let the light of your collective understanding of who you truly are fill your mental infrastructure with a new vista. Here we are to say, find your strength, don’t give up. The human race needs everyone to participate in what is set to unfold. You, included.

What you are on the brink of, whether you are involved in the petty dramas or the massive movements of power of the world stage, is nothing less than the recalibration of the workings of human consciousness. The only understanding of consciousness your science has agreed upon is that no one really knows for certain what it is. That is about to change, along with some fundamental underpinnings of world power. This is the time of coming together in accord which many have been preparing for over the months and years and lifetimes of evolutionary inner growth. Recognize it. Own it. Encourage each other and yourselves, even if all you feel is hopelessness and despair. This is the dark time. The light, from which there is no escape, is on the edge of the shadows.

There have been some major restructurings already in how you think, how you gather information, how you discern truth from a mechanical facsimile thereof. Expect this movement of consciousness to continue, along with realizations about what you are able to create with mental projection of energy into time and space. You are just beginning to have an inkling about what you are capable of achieving. We have monitored the indicators you have made available to many honorable and not-so-honorable observers of the future outcome of humanity and we encourage you to remember that you are, in the final analysis, the form of some ineffable, indefinable consciousness. You are conscious, and your form is the form of consciousness. Focus on the heart of the matter, whatever is presenting itself to you in this twilight stillness before the light of the day yet to come dawns to your eyes. Embrace what you see in knowledge that everything is changing as your perception changes and as understanding grows, as is inevitable. Remember who you are, human, and never give up in your quest for the light that illumines the heart and mind with self-knowledge. That light is yours, ever nearer to the moment of truth, when you realize it has been in your hand all the time. Hold on. We are with you, even now.

The Pleiadian Renegades

Moving into New Territory

Have you noticed how everything around you has morphed lately? You aren’t alone. So have we. We’ve been watching with great interest how the terrain has been shifting around your souls, and noted that some improvement has taken root in the overall reality. Many of the wakening ones have pried their eyes open to look square in the face of Nemesis and seen their own reflection there. Take heart, dear ones, for ’tis but a momentary illusion. There is no substance to it other than what you give it, and most of that effort derives from a sense of duty to keep alive an illusion that was nestled in your fertile mind long ago. Wake up to this: You are not your mother. You are not your father. You are not the illusion of what you witnessed and incorporated into your life as truth. The sooner you strip away the remnants and raiments of this ostensibly noble yet misguided notion, the sooner you can move into a reality much more suited to the aims and desires of your essential self.

Moving is such a tedious process. More stuff to go through, more dust and cobwebs to discover, more goodbyes, separation, and letting go. No one can do it for you, either; you have to be the one who sorts through boxes of old photos, mementos, trophies and other “stuff”. Having a trash bin handy is a good idea. Having some one else throw away your stuff is unphased completion. More questions haunt while answers have slipped away. If you throw away your own stuff, you give yourself the opportunity to re-examine who you thought you were, thus re-defining who you believe yourself to be now. It is a valuable process in coming to the point of being without limitations or labels, the state both sages and people without the need for saints call liberation. You are headed there when you let loose your hold on what really is only an illusion.

Where is this state of liberation? It isn’t on any map, not even of the land of the free. Yet it is far from illusion. How you move there is less a matter of plotting a course from A to B than it is triangulating coordinates of consciousness. And what do we mean by that? Merely that in order to move into the territory characterized by only being, without folding up false constructs of limitation and belief into it, you must be able to remove yourself from the things that you have allowed to define your sense of self and thereby define, and delimit, your experience. It isn’t necessary to bring along souvenirs nor do you need to hold onto mementos of your “defining” moments. All you need to do is have a lack of fear, a lack of knowledge of what this new territory is, and instead have the understanding that what some call the soul is in fact bringing you closer to home. Liberation, lack of finiteness, is your natural state, the state you came to this plane of existence from and the one to which you eventually will return, intact, with all of your “you-ness”, your wits, and your innate personhood about you. Everything in between the coming and returning is what you make of it. Nothing more than that.

The Next Sound You Hear Is the Other Shoe Dropping

Your world has become a strange place over the past several months. What is going on, you wonder? The dissolution of reality as you know it — or rather, as you have been led to believe it was. The time of the power play is coming to its long and drawn-out end, but not before world affairs work the audience over a little bit more. There is a scuffle happening onstage, behind the curtains, as the power players vie for the sole microphone and control of the spotlight. Pay attention now, as we stealthily climb from the seats and pull the curtains back, just a little. What you hear might spoil the ending for the hard-core ticket holders among you, so if you are one of them, you might want to cover your ears. You know who you are.

For those of you who are still listening, we will fill you in on our take of recent world-drama events as they pertain to this particular stage. Not long ago, someone burst the bubble of the collective human psyche with a deliberate drill-down into a very deep fear. Are you safe in the hands of the ones entrusted with the continued integrity of the planetary matrix, or have you been bamboozled by the charlatans posing as responsible human guardians of the public safety? Are the turns of events leading up to the current state of affairs — in which peace is increasingly a victim of war and independent freedom is tossed haphazardly under the grinding wheels of commerce — are these truly the natural evolutionary artifacts of your highly civilized modern culture, or might they rather be a symptom on a grand scale of an endemic disorder of the system of the global human organism? These and other diametrically opposed pairs of questions arise from the murky depths of a world held captive in a net of worse coming to worst before your trauma-weary eyes. The veil of untruth has been pierced, dear readers, people of the audience. Through the hole in the wall, let those who can hear give a listen. We carefully back up so you can see for yourselves what is transpiring in the shadows of this momentous entre-acte.

Behind the curtain of illusion, deception, and lies, a potent force is emptying its power in the internecine squabble of the key players. The curtain drawn, their power loses coherence. They cannot see, from where they are, the multitude of pairs of eyes watching their plot unravel, their masks and makeup lose their effect, the script fall to the floor unheeded and unsold. The argument at present centers on the eventual need for some rather drastic action to be taken on behalf of the show’s producers. Let’s listen to what they have to say, unscripted and unplugged.

FIRST MAN: The plan is going to fall apart unless we put our foot down and demand the Company start showing a profit, regardless of who pays.

SCENE-STEALING STRATEGIST: It isn’t going to take much to take down the whole theatre, but taking a little bit off the top won’t hurt anyone… much.

WOMAN OF GREAT RENOWN: If I don’t get a bit of my own, believe me there will be hell to pay!

FINANCIER: Be quiet! Everything is going to be fine… I just need a minute to explain it all to you…

MINION OF THE OVERLORDS: Boy, is this going to get ugly. Good time to get lost…

… and above it all, THE PUPPETEER, getting tangled in his own strings: This… is… not… supposed… to happen… this way!

And with a crash, they all fall down. In stunned silence, you watch their tangled bodies struggle beneath the weight of their own debris. There is nothing more to see, from the looks of the bashed and mangled set, the scattered masks and broken accoutrements of the play. The spotlight turns away from the sad spectacle, past us, past the stage, and falls upon you.

Dear reader, when illumination finds you, what will you do? In that moment, when the silent expectation of the empty mind is poised for the inspiration that follows your next breath, what will you say? You shape vibration by your righteous thought moving from the core of who you truly are into the dimensional array of reality. In this moment of truth, where you stand bathed in light, that reality awaits the sound of the next step you take.

Take Another Look

(Note: I began writing this on December 14, 2009 and finished on December 30, but have since then been focused on a family crisis.)

It has been an exciting week, with that big spiral appearing in the skies over Norway. In all the abounding speculation, where is the truth about what probably was the first of many such sightings? It has been said that only a blind man can take you to the places deep in the jungle. There are some things your eyes can’t help you with. Discerning the truth about the spiral is one of them, to some degree. To see the truth about what that was, let us venture inside the vortex of a black hole. You won’t see a whole lot, but you’ll understand the truth in ways that are more dependable than sight alone. We shall tell a story, and the main character is called Thomas. We join him now…

When he was very young, Thomas took a trip to see a far-away land full of exotic people and customs. He had drunk deep of the flavor of this place, and when he returned home with his family, he carried the essence of that place with him, in the etheric form of interior impressions of memory. Thomas was never one to doubt the truth of a thing he had experienced by seeing it with his own two eyes, and he had seen much during his time away from home that had troubled the normal routine of life at home. You see, Thomas had been to a place where people were full of the light of the sun, and he had never enabled himself to see something as bright as that. So while he had been in this place, eaten the food, danced to the music, he had not seen a thing. He was as a blind man, and for Thomas, that was as ignorant as he could be. Without his eyes telling his brain what he was seeing, he was completely in the dark.

Back at home, busy with the things that he oversaw from day to day, he lived with the memory of that experience sealed safely off from his awareness, for it troubled him when he considered the implications. What were the implications? Well, for one obvious thing, he was at a loss to say what, exactly, he had experienced, and that might mean that he had lost himself and not been aware of it. It might mean that he had not the mental capacity to understand what was happening, which made him feel frustrated at his human limitations. He didn’t want to be limited in any way at all, but without the means to translate his experience, he simply ignored the thing and let it shine its pale light in the confines of mental capacity while he went about the business at hand.

It was a long time until he remembered that he had forgotten the terror of blindness, and the thing that triggered his memory was a simple, easy rhyme. “If the trail is marked with gold, soon your fortune you’ll behold; If the trail is cold and dark, your way has nothing but secrets to impart.” He had the shiver of remembrance as he thought, my way has secrets, yet they keep their silence. He raised his eyes to the sky and blinked, and suddenly the terror of not being able to see what was happening engulfed him anew. Why couldn’t he see? What was happening? Was he safe? Was something about to jump out at him? A thousand questions arose at once, and he held his head lest it explode. He was again a boy at the threshold of the experience, and his sanity dictated that he should explore from the safety of his present moment.

Through the fog of light he saw what he thought were shapes of a brighter luminosity moving in the distance. Squinting, he only gave himself a headache. Relaxing his eyes, giving himself the moment to realize that he was alive and in no immediate danger, he let the light take a shape he had not ever had the experience of seeing before. He could not describe it in terms other than what was familiar, like a child’s drawing. He felt fear at the edge of his awareness and the darkness it represented; a deeper breath, relaxing again, the darkness faded and the light took on new clarity. Soon he was in the presence of what had for a good part of his life been absent from his awareness. The swirling light gave him the knowledge of love beyond the scope of his experience, and his sight, now adjusted to the scope of a greater knowledge of love, took in more of a reality he had been blind to.

There is no more to this part of the story which we can impart until you too have had the scope of your experience adjusted by the understanding of love greater than you can now imagine. You try to imagine it and you have experiences which guide you to it, and some of you even maintain the high of the frequency of it very well. But the reality of it surpasses all that. The reality of it is in the mists of light that you are aware of now in your own realm of experience as humans alone on Earth. It is set to change. Get ready for something completely new. If you have any doubts about the reality of love as a force that makes everything perfect, if you fear the failure of the system of light to come into the shape of a new reality for you as individuals and as a collective of humanity, you will allow the dark to creep in and shut off the bright new day that dawns. Love is everywhere, and light is pervasive. Dark is just as real and has its own beauty. In balance they are when you are at last aware of your own divinity, human. You have only to relax, for it is all taking shape beautifully.

Having a Home in the World of Heartlessness and Sorrow

A new area of your world’s barren landscape is quickly coming into view, and we are here to tell you that there is borderline chaos at your doorstep. You have long suspected such a thing to be true, but there has been nothing really apparent to prepare yourself to the extent you really need to to have a sense of calm expectancy and resolution. You have only had your own feelings of foreboding at the unknown and indefinable to use as the basis for developing a strategy for coping with massive planetary change. We are not talking about isolated incidents of relatively local appeal but of events and needs that are planetary in general and of completely transformative nature for every person who calls your world home, even if only temporarily. If there is one thing you could focus on, each individual soul incarnate of you, it might well be this: In the change of guard that is about to happen, allow your dreams to become reality by asking for them to become, and getting out of the way. You don’t have to be worried about the future or what it might bring to your planet. It is a choice, of course, and some of you might choose to embrace worry, but it is by no means necessary. In fact, the universe is getting a neat package put together right now. Are you ready to find some treasure? You don’t have to look far, but you do need to look past the pain that is painted on the screens of reality, and know that the picture is about to change. When it does, the pain you see now will cease to be, and the dear souls who suffer now will be reborn as beings of light, every one of you, in a moment of transformative joy.

How can we say such a thing, when all around are instances of heartlessness and greed? You are not the only ones to notice a huge chasm between what is and what you might rather like the world to be. If you can hang with us for just a moment, we will gladly share our perspective with you, and hope to elevate your vision so that you can see a way between the minefields of your present world and the promise of heaven on earth. It is in your own power to make such a jump in realities, and it does not have to be something considered to be unrealistic in any sense at all. You are, many of you, the dreamers of a new dream, the ones who have already awakened from the nightmare, and yet to be the ones who bear the energies of rebirth into a new world for those who are still, to whatever extent may be, slumber in restless limbo.

Here is a thought. You have had a long time to taste the fullness of the darkly sweet side of love, the richness and the bitterness and the sour metallic aftertaste of death. Have you had your fill? Are you ready to indulge in a flavor yet undiscovered? It is for those of you who yearn to be satisfied by the feast of love’s fullness that the table is laid and the portions eternal being prepared by your soul in anticipation of reunion with your greater selves. OM has noted your requests and is in the process of creating a set of circumstances you will find much to your liking, as people of the planet who are here to enjoy themselves. You will be on your way home and ready to celebrate the many moves, the many moods of fate’s bends of golden light. On to the next adventure in your soul journey to wholeness in the worlds of OM. You are ready for the next initiation.

Have you been on the edge of your seat waiting for something big to happen, for a door to open and the truth to come rushing forward, for a tremendous change to begin toppling the dominoes? It is here. No more waiting. Own your choice, and own your power and you will have a new world in an instant. It is not so difficult, but it does take a little bit of commitment on your part to follow through with having the clarity of intention and the desire to help make a way for others. Of what we have been observing in your mass reality, there is a great need for some coherence to the pattern of understanding what is coming. You have watched and waited, and you have allowed yourselves to become healed in body and spirit. You have entrained yourselves each to the frequency of love in ways that allow the greater consciousness to shift. That time is coming into final preparation and still many are walking in their sleep, unaware and incoherent. Love them. It is the surest way to achieve the current of open contact that we seek, you and we. Help bring the frequency of light to the dark world of the blind and deaf, not in the way of direct confrontation but through the subtle nudge of a coherent pattern of love present in your world. You are renegades, and this is why. Love needs you now. Home is so close, and you have already done so much. It is enough simply to love the ones who have lost the remembrance of home.

Take a Breath

If, in your wanderings, you have come across the systematic destruction of the human body reported in various modes and methods, do not be afraid. If you have seen atrocities that stun your brain and emboss an image of pain and horror onto the screen of reality, fear not. If you have felt the sting of incongruence being forced upon the waking shores of humanity’s dream, do not be alarmed. Step back and take a breath. It is allowed, you know. It is not necessary for you to become enmeshed in the web of ideas and infernal action. You are divine. You are eternal. How is there to be any suffering in this understanding? Only that you have been holding on to beliefs that that is the way of the world and it cannot be changed. Have you allowed that to subtly monitor your thinking and lay waste to your awareness of your intangible existence in the breath of OM? If you are not aware of what subtle beliefs have infiltrated your experience, it is time to change how you think. If that seems a tiny bit redundant, so be it. Yet realize that the belief that you have nothing left to change is itself a very persistent stumbling block for the whole of humanity. It is not just the way of the world to cause you to weep. It is the way of the world simply to be. It is within the breath of OM that you are, that your planet is, that we and all of the other beings and homes in the universe are. We are all together in the breath of OM. Take a breath and feel that to be true for you now. Breathe within the breath of OM and feel the sweetness of its fractalline wisps of joy. You exist as one of them.

Dear people of Earth, we weep at the pain we have witnessed on your world, and on our world as well. It is not the time to dwell on weeping. Weep, and be done. Honor, then live. Take what wisdom is offered by any single moment’s pain and envelop it within your heart. Feel it bathed in the breath of OM, and release it, transformed. Your ballast has weighed you down from eons of witnessing the destruction of joy. Can you witness, now, yourself altered by the breath of OM and release your memories of pain, and simply allow the wisdom of love to bury itself in your soul? It is only resurrected as joy, once the anchor of pain remembered is cut. How else can you rise up, people, how else can you become light, but to transform the weight of pain into the essence of love? If we seem to be skipping a step here, let us fill in the broad strokes with the entertaining respite of story. Hear the words and let them work within your psyche. In the great tradition of narrative is a transformational psychology written.

Near the edge of a forest lived a gentle soul, an old man who carved the trinkets which brought joy to the children of the village nearby. He whittled away at branches and knots until he had released the form of joy he sensed was hiding in the raw wood. He never planned aforethought what he would do for his next piece of carving, but allowed the tree’s spirit to release itself through his hands. As his knife bit into the brown bark, he began to settle into a steady rhythm, his hands and his breathing in a gentle back-and-forth cadence in which the carving came alive. No thought took root, nor did any worldly distraction deter his activity. In only a few moments, he had in front of him a representation of the tree’s energies in the form of a toy or some tiny trinket, yet within him he had divined a vast ocean of peace and bliss. He had not sat with the intention to create this thing which had been within the tree. He had not sat with the intention to make something useful for some child. He sat to become one with the breath of the tree, with the spirit of the earth, with his inner frequency band of bliss. He sat to realize again his inner reality as his only reality and to reconnect with the divinity he traced with each breath he breathed. He sat to allow the breath of the divine to breathe through him, and thus to become again identified with his holographically resonant experience of being divine. Just for a moment, just for as long as it took for his knife to remove the veil which hid the toy within the heart of the wood. He was complete when he carved, and he brought that completeness to his stream of awareness in his waking world. The toys and trinkets brought joy to people, making his experience of completeness even more real. In time he was given the title of the Old Man of the Forest, and the children brought him gifts that they had made, for he taught them all he knew. Thus was the great breath of the ancient way of OM breathed into the people of the earth.

How to create a path to OM’s heart, to the source of OM’s breath is the test of the one who would know him- or herself as OM embodied. There is no sure way to take but to know one’s own heart, one’s own breath, and to follow the rhythm that pulsates from within to the heart of the All That Is. You are able to do that in every moment, if you become aware of your own divine presence waiting to breathe through your beingness as a human on earth. There is love embedded within the experience of stripping away the dead layers of self. Under the protective bark you present to the world is the heart of the whole of humanity waiting to be discovered in its unique joyful expression that is you. Your breath can peel back layer by layer to reveal who you came here to become. Joy resides within the heart. Will you allow the Old Man — the OM — to wield the breath as a knife and release your self, transformed? Allow OM to breathe through you and to carry away the energies that hide the truth of your essence. Join your breath with the breath of OM and feel the truth of your essence become the form you bear to the world. You are becoming transformed, and the truth is becoming revealed. Trust the process and the breath. Be OM.

Near to the Edge of Understanding

Close you have come to grasping how to maintain the mass correlation between individual hearts and the idea of peace and harmony, but not for more than the most fleeting of moments have you captured pure bliss as the vibration of a mass of human consciousness at one time. Only after you’ve had an opportunity to carry the frequency within your own body can you help to carry it with others. You have to pick it up first, then share it. It is becoming easier for many people now to feel the relative bliss such moments of vibrational entrainment with OM afford. It is the bliss you discover within your own experience of OM that makes the changes you are going through worth working through. It is the bliss you experience as a people, together, that will open the door to our presence and allow us to be able to communicate with you directly. You are capable of reaching such a level of unitary consciousness. You are so close to going over the edge of it into a new way of being altogether, in which bliss is the baseline, the normal state of being. Why not head in the direction of planetary bliss by engaging your own bliss-making inner mechanisms through focused awareness on your breath as a conductor of light from the stars to the cellular structures of your body and the thoughts of your mind? It might be enough to push you out of the groove of doom altogether.

You have operated for eons within the narrow confines of a doctrine of dichotomy, a system of duality in which the natural urge to live is kept in check by the unnatural greed for insanity and control of the life-force. You are each day confronted by some aspect of such chaos, even those who live somewhat secluded lives. It is part of the human experience of life on your planet. However, that is set to change, as your baseline state of being modulates according to natural processes at work in the galaxy and beyond. You are reaching a point in time that could act as a way for you to settle into a new groove, one that time can only say started events moving along a different trajectory than they had been up until the critical mass switch was flipped and awareness started spreading through the collective consciousness like wildfire. No one would be unaffected to some extent by the conflagration of consciousness that such an event as unfettered contact with off-world humans would ignite. It is only a matter of time until you witness this for yourself, and life as you know it will never be what you have known it to be.

You know the old saying, “What goes around comes around.” But do you know the new saying, “What once has been will never be again”? Granted, it is not as widely stated, bent as your world is on retribution and history repeating itself. What we want to communicate to you today is that once an idea has played itself out in one arena, once it has explored the totality of permutations possible within any given closed system, that idea will have reached the point of no return and disintegrate into the knowingness of I AM. OM is shaping a creative nexus of potential as we speak. What will be the next clue in the eternal return of the wounded king? It is only whatever the players have in mind as a collective consciousness. Is it possible to say with certainty that the myth has played itself out and that other stories are ready to be told? Is it possible to rewrite history into a new future without falling into the same traps that appear every time the history books are revised? You are no stranger to intrigue in the highest circles of the elite. It is no surprise, then, that the circling vultures are stuck in their own repetitive set of circumstances. Of course they would say nay, yet OM has some surprises in store even for them. Do not be so sure the map of time is so carefully plotted out that some new routes might not appear where there was before only empty space. Have more resilience of imagination to understand at least that point, and you may find yourself on a wonderful journey of experience within a nexus of potential you never dreamed was possible.

If You Only Knew

You have a good idea of what you want, and you are pretty sure of what you don’t want. Isn’t this true for the most part? If you are being the one you intended to be at your soul’s birthing of your seed as a human being, then you are able to discern within the complexity of a single moment between what you want and what you don’t want. Are there ambiguities? Of course, and you often find that the thing you never wanted turns out to be the greatest blessing you could have ever imagined. You hear stories like that all the time. You lose a job only to discover a new passion manifest into a new life’s work. You lose a childhood friend and then meet a group of like-minded sailors of life’s cosmic oceans. You get stuck in traffic and come to find out you missed being in a major accident. Blessings abound in the midst of tragedy, and it takes a keen observation of the target of your intention to ferret them out, sometimes. Don’t lose heart. Even in the dimmest, most poorly lit caverns of life in the world of war, there are surprising shards of light that can send demons careening for the door. If you only knew you were looking at them, what then would you see!

We have had our share of tragedy in the long history of our people, as well. Know that we have context for understanding your current world stage. You are the directors of your drama and we have only our experience and insight to offer. What you do in the time ahead, when you will be asked to make some pretty intense split-second decisions about what you want and what you don’t want, is your greatest opportunity to change your reality from the illusion of separation from divinity into the reality of divine reintegration of the soul of humanity and the greater Self that is your greater self. Great upheavals are ready to be pushed into the scene. Whether they are is only a matter of your own trail of decisions to reveal, you have that much ability to change the outcome of your dramatic future event horizons.

You have reached a point in the development of the timeline you have as a collective been following towards universal awakening and engagement where you have a lot of power within your present-time situations. You are able to approach any number of up-to-the-minute developments through the tweets and hums and bright ideas and cyber-communiques you have at your fingertips. You are also able to tune into the news as it happens by training your awareness to become more sensitive to the thoughts that come within the rush of mental chatter, thoughts which reveal your entrainment with the collective consciousness and with the consciousness of the planet herself. If you only knew how easy it can be to become aware of everything in your reality, you would be ready for the old reality to rearrange itself pretty quickly. As it is, the old reality is shifting quite fast. If you tune your internal antenna to the band that emanates from the heart of what is, to Nine, that which is in the midst of all as stillness in chaos, perfection in tragedy, home of the soul and origin of all life, you will pick up signals that will guide your scattered energies into the central node of light that is within every cell of your being. Is it tricky? Of course not. Is it dangerous? Not unless you don’t want to release what remnants of former life you have been gripping. It’s much easier to slide into the vibe of Nine with your hands empty, ready to receive, to navigate, to sense. You can only hold onto so much before you drop everything. Yet it is a thrill to reminisce. Do you think you’ll miss the old you, once the new you comes fully online, so to speak? Don’t give it a second thought. When you’re tuned into the all of everything, you can access your memories with crystalline clarity, from the perspective of soul integration, from the point of view of one in understanding of the love in the center of loss.

What do you really want to know about your future, people of Earth? You have many theories around the neural network of your blogosphere and the collective consciousness of human thought. What is it that you fear at this moment in time? Is it that you will destroy yourselves? You have been trying for a very long time, and as close as you have come it yet has not been terminal for you, nor will it be. Your intrinsic will to survive is too strong. Are you wary of the interference of forces and arch-villains which exist beyond the edge of your ability to interpolate the various sources of information available to you? Are you starting to feel overwhelmed by the talk of terrestrial and extraterrestrial narratives about your origins and fate? We have sympathy for you, our friends. It is not the first time you have been in a situation of learning about some long-withheld truths, but perhaps the first time your people have had the truth be so transformationally charged, as it is now. You are in the process of rare awareness-raising brought to you on the winds of change that emanate from the galactic center. You will not see only enough of the truth to keep you in a state of fear, as you have been. Real change is in the air, and as you fine-tune your senses toward Nine you will more readily see and sense the natural love that reveals itself to the heart that is open to Nine’s impulses. You are open to Nine when you are in communion with the divine source of creation, with the river of life, with the stillness at the center of all things. When you are there, you are in communion with the eternal Now, and it is from this point that all things are known.

Love it or leave it, Earth is your home for now. You have work to do. You are accomplishing more than you know just by coming into the still moment with your soul. You have already shed the structures of the matrix that support the structures which bind you yet. But even they are tottering on the edge of nonexistence. At this momentous time in your collective history, can you sense the immensity of what kind of change is coming?