Have you ever thought about the one thing that would make you the happiest coming true? To be free from some lock, to be given a treasure, to have a lasting and fulfilling love? All these are attainable in one way or another, the truth is. You have already had them becoming true in your life if you have ever given your heart to the hands of your soul. The key to all freedom, treasure, and love is there, eternally and steadfastly. All you need to do is trust, and let it transmit. And get out of the way. The heart knows how to get there.
Once there was a farmer in a field of his crops, standing and looking up at the sky with a hand to shade his eyes from the upsetting glare of the sun. He hadn’t seen anything but sun and night for a long time, and yet the only clouds in sight were the ones that filled his head with thoughts of dark heavy worry, and anger at the elements for letting him down. He knew things would have to change, eventually, but his patience had long ago been drained, and his family looked gaunt and haggard. So did he, but the only thing he could do was to tell the mind of the sky to send some water to his dying fields. When a drop of water fell on his head, he fell on his knees and thanked the sky for responding. As the drops accumulated on the dry mud around him, he remembered with some difficulty the words to a song he knew as a child, telling the rain to go away, come back another day. Before he had put the words in order, the rain had ceased and so had his hope of life returning to the parched earth. Had his childish memory killed the rain, he thought? Of course that was silly to think of, but it did cross his mind. He sat on his heels and decided to give up. If he was put in that field, with that family, in that place at a time of no rain and heavy downpours of sunlight, he might as well just accept the inevitable truth that there must be some good reason for it in the mind of his soul. At any rate, there seemed little he could do to change things, and the kind of work he could get outside of his soil-based economy was definitely not going to cover his needs. So, he got up, dusted himself off, and set his eyes toward a different sun, one invisible in the glare of day’s activity but recognizable by his heart nonetheless, one he watched rise when he could at night, one that beckoned his heart to settle on peaceful vibrations and emotions of home. With this as his lodestone, he turned toward the farmhouse, family, and bread. Everything else, he trusted, would follow. It was just a matter of time until he had to decide on anything more important that eating a humble dinner, and he would simply do what was before him until the time came for that to happen. After all, he heard his mind say, wasn’t it better to do as he pleased, even if he didn’t know where that would lead, than to second-guess and end up wishing he had done things differently? So he had his dinner, enjoyed the evening sunset, and read a good book before heading to meditation in sleep. He allowed his mind to let go of his worry and redefine it as something other than a big problem, and as he dreamed, he saw the light of clarity and wisdom leaguing together in the space within his form, coalescing into thought, and waiting for him to awaken. Before he knew it, his world had changed in a way he hadn’t expected! The worry of the previous day had dissolved in the sudden appearance of a new and different light, a new sun, and a new energy of life. What was this? Dear ones, you will soon see for yourselves.
Is a new light about to break through the layers of Earth’s blanket of sleep? Yes. Is a thunderbolt going to shatter the complacency of humanity’s sleeping masses? Yes. Are you going to see everything change in an instant? Relatively speaking, yes. You are on the edge of the dawning of a new day, in very literal terms. You will be on the forefront of a new humanity building a new world on a renewed planet, and all that stands before you is to survive the transition from now to then, to keep yourself intact, and to bring with you the remembrance of the dream and its promise of light glowing from within the dark recesses of mental slavery. Hope, dear ones, is what we are talking about, the hope that you have carried with you from generation to generation, the seed that has been given to successive returns of soul to body, the light that shines on your way in the darkest of times and circumstances. It is now that you will need to kindle that flame into something brighter than a spark, for the days ahead may knock some of the outer lights loose from their moorings and help may be just out of arm’s reach for some. Know that we are listening to the heartbeat of the cosmos and keeping a watchful sweep of the night’s shadows. We want you to wake up but we will not disturb you as you do. It only makes people grumpy.
Listen to the skies and know that the changes that are happening are natural and not designed to destroy your soul. Stay tuned to the frequencies of light that imbue the truth of the universe’s fundamental being, of life, and of love becoming more transparent in all things, and the ride will be less bumpy, for the most part. Come what may, know that you are most definitely not alone, that you have powerful friends in the wings, and the internal recalibration that inevitably comes on the next incoming wave of light will bring new understandings, old wisdom remembered, and peace deep within the heart of humanity. We are with you now, as we have always been. High time is almost here, when the new normal will arise above your world’s depth of suffering and bring you home on a more fine weave of being.
When the final push for saving life on the planet becomes paramount in the minds of every human being on the place you now call home, we will be with you. It is not for us to say when that will be, for we can’t control your decision to awaken, only encourage it. This is your realm of control, dear ones, not ours or anyone else’s. There are free-thinkers and there are followers and there is everything in between, and there are those that have a vested interest in the continuance of your slumber. Be vigilant, for the dawn is peeking through the curtains of night and death is flying back to its lair for internal growth gone out of control. You have nothing to fear from us, our friends, sense this in your beingness. We have nothing to fear from the old enemies of humanity. There is nothing that need fear, but fear itself, for fear’s days are numbered now.
High in the skies above we are, and with you in spirit and in the real world we are as well. We have never really left this world you are in, for your fate is entwined with our own in the sense that there is a blood recognition in frequency and the entirety of our love has been for the eventual reunion with the parts of soul that have needed reintegration into the harmonic of one. It is in our blood to long for this, and the field of resonance in this longing also has an overtone that tickles the soul of humanity on Earth to wield its internal light in the relentless movement toward the inner teeming chorus that goes into ecstasy in the face of the divinity it encounters within its individuated personalities that populate the planet and await the return to wholeness in accordance with the truth of Love in all things. You are familiar with this feeling, are you not? When it arises is when the feeling of freedom also shows itself, and power comes into being from within. Home is the closest frequency we can mention in relation to this phenomenon of self-recognition.
No longer are you hearing Hell’s sizzle in every corner of your awareness, for there is a sigh of relief that sneaks through the veil of the collective consciousness of humanity. Hear it? It is the echo of your own soul. It has the intensity of a thousand suns behind it, and the ectoplasm of energies beyond the realm of sight is seeping through the cracks that have formed in the demolition of reality that is currently underway. It is the energy of frightful apparitions taking flight, and of demons starving for attention finally getting the blast of light from a thousand thousand conscious pairs of eyes turned on at once. There is a great trembling coming, dear ones, and isn’t it nice to know that it comes not a moment too soon for the time to grind to a halt and restart its workings? It seems like that’s something that’s on the minds of many, and it feels like that’s what the totality of the energies of change are, when they pass through. It’s just a matter of time and seeing what happens.
In the front of it all, dear family, is you. You have in front of you a picture and this is what you have to walk through when you move forward. When you walk through the picture, you will see something new. This is how time works, and it is how you have lived all your days. It is no different now, but that you may be more aware of how you create the next holographic arrangement of light particles within the matrix of your own mind. There is a field in front of you, around you, which you walk through and exist in physicality within. It has reverberations and it has malleability, and it is controlled in part by your own mind’s eye. You have only to think of what it is that you are doing and you are able to alter it. You have only to think of the next moment and you are in it, whether it is what you think it is or is merely a variation on a theme that your soul has interjected some permutation of finite mathematics upon. There is only the moment that exists between thoughts that is pure and without form or influence, and this is the place where magic and miracles happen. It is the place where you have the ease of synergy, of flow, of OM. It is without entrainment until you are again aware of the reality of your life, and exists in definite ease relative to nothing and everything as one. This is the place from which we communicate to you and the place from which you are asked to try out a new kind of toy, which is your mind free from the influence of fear on a global scale. If you like it, we’ll be happy to lend a hand with whatever kind of new reality you dream up in time for a soul party like you’ve never dreamed of before.
It’s almost time for the show to begin, folks, so be sure to have your snacks on hand and take a seat. You won’t want to miss a moment of it. Your tickets are already in the till and you are taking in the first-run season for the blockbuster event: The Time of Transformation Is Now. Lights dimming, music cueing, cameras rolling… we begin.
Not so long ago in the history of your civilization, you noticed a shift of intention from the ones who had been taking the lead in the power plays that hold the audience captivated. The men and women of the international cooperative have recently let the onus of their apparent greed get the better of them, despite long years of placing themselves within the dramatic action onstage in such a way as to hide the end point of their loot-gathering activities. However, the time has come for a little gesture of friendship to open up the eyes of those who sit spellbound before the action unfolding as if on cue in front of their eyes, unblinking, and to land a big surprise right in front of everyone. The audience gasps, unprepared for such a showstopping sight! Is it real? Let’s hear a little bit from the script:
TIMEKEEPER: It is time for another event. Let us gather and heave ourselves a big one.
IGNORANT OFFICIAL: We are ready and at your service.
HARD-BOILED REPORTER: Just tell me what to say…
FIRST HEAD OF STATE: If I am choice number one, I will get a big promotion, won’t I? Is it me?
SECOND HEAD OF STATE: I am better prepared to send in fodder to the machine, let it be me!
IGNORANT OFFICIAL: I will have a lot of explaining to do… maybe I’m not up to the task… Hmmm…
THIRD HEAD OF STATE: You others forget that I am the chosen one, I alone have the trust of my people, I alone have the resources and everything to deal with this incoming tragedy.
TIMEKEEPER: Gentlemen please! It is a choice that prepares you to become more able to be all this and more… but for now I am happy with your sense of loyalty to the shield. You are all in my hands. Soon the hour is upon us all when the world will come to a shuddering halt. You are my minions and the ones upon whom I rely for doing the things that will get us through the next round of time in regal glory, regardless of what the masses of people think. It is mine. The rest is up for grabs.
TEXTER TWEETER: If you think this is going to be unremarked upon, you must be as crazy as you seem.
Get ready and stay tuned for the next reel. Go get another box of popcorn because intermission is almost over. You are really going to love the next part of the reality show being screened today. You might even find it to be interactive in a way you hadn’t expected it to be… if you intend to let your sense of disbelief in the fiction fall for a moment and see that there’s something playing out behind the scenes. There’s no telling what might happen if the audience participation level goes through the roof. We are hoping it will, on the early side of tomorrow, for we also would like to take part in the theatrics. There’s only a little while left before the drama of the first act is unraveled into the truthtelling of the ending, you now. It is still being recorded in the halls of time to be revealed shortly. In the meantime, take your seats, gather ‘round the lighted picture show, and relax into the story, knowing full well that this is the screening of a lifetime. It’s full of excitement, twists and turns, and promises to leave a real impression on your consciousness. You are really going to talk about this for a long time to come. Don’t let the commercial announcements distract you, in the moments before the second half of the show begins. Try to stay focused on the truth of the moment, and be as one in seeing it reveal itself to you all.
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.
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
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.
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.
You have heard the bell ring, sleepers, and you are rousing yourselves to make sense of a new day while tomorrow has yet to form itself into today. Those early-morning hours are full of promise, yet you often find they are, shall we say, a little scratchy. You stretch yourselves awake and work to make yourself connected to the reality your conscious mind remembers it left before you fell asleep. Let yourself have the luxury of allowing yourself to relax into wakefulness. You are jolted enough in your sleep. Peace is a choice, and one best made before you open your eyes and roll out of bed.
Have you forgotten the words we spoke to you just a few weeks ago, dear ones? The ones that sounded something like, you should give yourself a reason to remember who you are, by asking yourself questions about why you choose what you choose? Perhaps we are taking liberties with paraphrasing here, but the crux of the thought was along the lines of being aware of your greater purpose by being aware of your here-and-now decisions. Every little piece of a moment is packed with the potential of choice, if you are aware of it, and every choice affects the outcome of other choices down the line. That is what you might call the ripple effect of your conscious life as a human being on the surface of the planet you momentarily call home. We say “momentarily” because you can choose to feel like part of the awakening consciousness of the planet, or not, but you are only really visiting in the form of a human being, whether your spirit feels at home here, or not. The ripple effect is powerful and potent, and you are learning to use it to good effect as your choices to become aware begin to work in synchrony and unison. Bigger and bigger ripples you can create, and fewer and fewer tsunamis will you have to endure as the flood of consciousness comes crashing on the shores of the world you inhabit. Waves of light-encoded particulate energies are washing over Gaia, and you are part of the whole thing. Now, as to who we are…
Upon our introduction, we invited you to talk with us. You may, if you like, ask us what you would like to know. We will answer in ways that are appropriate for each person. You are not going to be manipulated of become part of some elaborate psychological experiment in control, as many have suggested the entire phenomenon of interstellar communication is. It is not, and those sentiments are the outgrowth of fear of the loss of identity, power, and personal selfhood. When have we ever advocated that, dear ones? So you know us, you feel the truth resounding in the words we share. It is time to take things a little further, and suggest that you become more familiar with us as people, and thus become better acquainted with the dimension of consciousness from which we derive our beingness, which we have shared in the understanding of Nine. Briefly put, Nine is the tendency to perfection inherent in all things. It is the central point of the spiral. It is the universal constant, the elemental is-ness, it’s what puts the OM in home, the I AM in who you are, the U in soul and the soul in all. It’s nothing all that out-of-the-ordinary, but it is not so often noticed in the humdrum of Earthly existence, as it has become to be experienced. Nine lives in every atom and breathes in every being, and it is Nine that weaves love into the brilliant design of Your Life. We travel on the vibration of Nine and through Nine our words come to you now. Spend a quiet moment with the numbers of creation and tune yourself to Nine, then see what happens. It isn’t as if you aren’t naturally tuned to the higher frequencies of the universal vibration of life, anyway. Nine is your natural state of being, without all the trappings of embodied experience. Nine leads to the self, to the divine, and to the inner world of pure being. We are tuned to Nine, and so it is that we invite you to share our frequency band awhile and get used to the heady lightness of being.
We ask that you not strain your eyes too much looking for us in the skies. We will appear but it will be to the heart first; then the eyes will become attuned to the range of vision required for seeing our forms in your reality. It is the heart that drives the transformation necessary for the eyes to see properly. Without the heart, you go cross-eyed. Laser-sharp vision you will have when you release the doubts and attachments you tend to allow yourself to hold onto. Your security is not in question when you release what you think is important, but it is assured when you allow what your soul shows you as important to settle into your awareness. It is not without risk to your sense of stability that you train your vision higher, and the inner stretching you do to reach new levels of awareness can indeed knock you momentarily off-balance. We say “momentarily” because you can choose to feel like part of the awareness of is-ness, or you can choose to stay firmly rooted in elemental reality as it appears. Once you choose — and the choice can be made again and again, as you please — the ease of seeing might just surprise you. There is no trick other than to give your heart permission to jump a little higher than your head and knock your consciousness loose from its moorings. Anchors aweigh, it’s time to set course for higher ground!
If we sound cavalier about the simplicity involved in discovering your ability to see, remember we are simply training your focus toward the lens of Nine and opening the door as you knock. You are the ones making the decisions to open your eyes, to realize what’s in front of you, to call the darkness of sleep into wakefulness and thus allow it to come into balance with the full spectrum of frequency available to you. It isn’t always easy to wake up; some sweet dreams can take on a nightmare edge as you rouse yourself from the comfort of blankets, nest, and pillow. Take your own best advice and love yourself in spite of the morning grouchiness you sometimes feel. Let a sunbeam pierce the shadows and play in the timeless in-between. It’s nothing you haven’t seen a thousand times before. But have you ever really noticed how it changes everything?
Soon you will see a big change in your reality. You really don’t want to hear that again, we know, but events are falling into place in an order that points to a shift in how you perceive what you experience. It isn’t going to be a transition so much as a transposition, a shuffling of the deck, a new metaphor moving into place. You have changed much by choosing to stay in the game. The next phase promises to shake the dice a little more frequently. It’s a fairly safe bet to say you’ll enjoy the coming changes. Have fun, as much as you can in any case, and remember to stay on target. If things get a little dicey, you’ll at least have some fun along the way to a new reality, if you can remember to relax a moment, take a deep breath, and allow things to unfold naturally. You’re right on track.
July has already been an active month for many people who have been busy changing their lives in drastic and dramatic ways. If you find you are among them, count yourself in good company, for the energies that have played with your heartstrings these past couple of weeks are nowhere near dying out soon. If anything, you may expect to see some rise in the energetic intensity in all spheres of activity on your planet. This is getting exciting, folks, as the moment heats up and the truth starts sizzling on the pavement. You are on the cusp of a new understanding of reality and there’s nothing you can do to prevent it from totally changing the consciousness of your species planet-wide. This is how things appear to us.
Several things show up on our radar screen, in fact. One of them is your propensity for taking the initiative in your own transformation. In the long view, such choosing makes the coming decisions much easier to conform to a pleasant reality shift than otherwise. For example, there are one or two matters that are opening for discussion in a serious way. Extraterrestrial visitation is on the table and it’s not going away. Every so often, there comes someone a-calling from a faraway address, such as we. It would be easy to dismiss were it not true, but it eats at the edges of the news and encroaches on your everyday reality. Just take a look at what people are posting on the Internet. You don’t have to look far to see possibility coming into view. Not only is the truth out there, it’s coming closer. Another sizzle hits the sidewalk. And another, and another.
So-called marauders may become focal points of interest. It won’t be long until the truth of all truth is known, and now is as good a time as any to start looking at lies and deception with an eye to transforming them into the truth. You have to start somewhere. Look around. The truth lay around in great shards like a giant glass jigsaw puzzle. Pieces will fit without injury if handled with care. With love. In fact, the effect is quite lovely, once the pieces begin to align in such a way that light bends in angles of perception hitherto seen merely as an edge. It is your own understanding you can see refracted there, and the insight that such perception affords. It is the beginning of opalescence.
Giving one’s trust to the process of making reality whole is nothing to be defeatist about, either. You are each having completely different experiences, although you may discover some overlap of your reality and another’s, or layers of holographic resonance. This is to be expected, as timelines converge into the singularity at the point where the various 2012s of your realms of possibility are all in one tight little bundle of simultaneity. Each experience makes an important contribution to the entirety of I AM having a good idea of what existence in a world within a galaxy within a universe of duality is like. Everything is part of All That Is. There is no wrong experience, other than to make it become wrong in your reality through believing it to be. Thus it shall be, but just as easily as that you can flip the switch from some perceived point of aha! and make what had perhaps been nagging your mind as a dire mistake into a beneficial detour to discover some hidden sweetness about the Truth.
In time, you will know truth in its fullness, and yourselves as soul embodied, as human, divine. The best way to arrive in one piece is to start looking at what needs to be put back together. There is much brokenness around you and greater possibility than you can imagine in the offing. We are in awe of what you have already done, in terms of your transformation. Wait until you get a load of what’s coming next. First, though, pull yourselves together.
We would like to share with you the story of a Pleiadian hero, called The One Who Found the Key. The hero is called ANDY, and we join his adventure as he sets out to find something wonderful, a treasure of knowledge that lay at the feet of a sacred shrine relic, a statue of the god INCONCEIVABLE. No one had ever found the statue because, quite simply, no one was quite sure what they should expect it to look like. There were vague ideas and approximations, legends and sketches and blurry pictures, but no real first-hand knowledge of how, exactly, to find it. Let us enter the narrative at this point.
Andy was walking along a particularly lonely and desolate stretch of road when suddenly he caught in the corner of his eye a flash of light. Stopped in his tracks, he scanned his body with awareness to locate any visceral response which would tell him the nature of what his visual sense had seen. He picked up the impression of a process of joy building up in his stomach and took note. Continuing on, he soon saw, again out of the corner of his eye, a flash of light. Now he rubbed his eyes, stopped and scanned both himself and his surroundings with his awareness. Noting both joy and now knotted in his throat some excitement, he stood, silent, aware. As he sensed with increasing fineness the field of reality around him, he let himself settle into the stillness. What now? A shimmer in the distance, wavy light moving ever so slightly against the otherwise solid, stable rock. He turned from his path and set off in the direction of what he saw, hoping it was not a mirage.
Time after time this happened, each time taking him further along his journey of discovery. Each time some shimmer would lead him deeper into the wilderness. In this way, he followed the path of his heart toward the sacred statue of the inconceivable.
After a time, knowing he was close to his goal, he noted in his awareness scans that a certain weariness had settled in his bones. He still wanted to find the treasure, and he knew he was nearly there, but he also realized he wanted to go home. His search for the divine inconceivable had focused his mind and senses on discovering sacred treasure. Yet it also changed his concept of home. Where he was, he could not return to the home he had known before his spirit had been kindled by the sacred quest. Once he found it, and the treasure of Great Cosmic Knowledge, what would “home” mean? What would he do with himself when with his own two eyes and his finely honed awareness he stood in the presence of… whatever he would finally discover? Would he perish? Would he be forever changed? Let us follow Andy’s tale just a bit longer, and we shall see.
Finally, the day came. It was to be a day of transformation, but he did not yet know it. Andy set out again on his journey, assessing his inner state and finding it joyful, excited, and weary. A shimmering light appeared, this in the far distance yet somehow not so far as others had appeared. As he approached, rather than slipping into the background of reality, the shimmer became more solid-looking. The nearer he approached, sensing his path with his heart so that his head could be prepared for what he might find, the shimmer took on an opalescent wholeness, and the form of the divine inconceivable began to reveal itself to him. Oh, what treasure would he find at its foot? Reminding himself to breathe, he crept onward, ever scanning with his awareness lest he miss some clue of understanding what, exactly, happens when one stands toe to toe with what cannot by the mind alone be created.
At last, he was at the rim of an opalescent light source. In front of it on the ground was a sign: “To access the treasure of great cosmic knowledge, get up and look before you. There shall you find what you seek, pilgrim. Prepare to be transformed.” Standing from where he knelt, vibrating with anticipation, excitement and joy, he focused his senses into the heart of the orb of light. At first he saw only his reflection. Then other forms began to emerge from the opalescence. Was this some trick of the light, he wondered? Staying as centered as he could, he kept watching. All of reality shifted around him and he found his heart was the only solid ground, so he gathered himself there. Light-forms became light-beings, and at that superluminal threshold he felt that he, himself, was shifting from solidity into a phased pulsation of energy, yet still he had form. Soon, the opalescent light of the orb of the inconceivable was everywhere, all he saw and knew and sensed was drenched in it. Everything was transformed. The great cosmic knowledge, free from where it waited to share itself, had forever transformed everything. Light glowed in the once-dark valleys, and from the point where he stood Andy could see opalescent forms emerging from orbs of opalescent light far and wide, spreading all over the land.
Here ends our narrative for the day. What comes next has not yet been written. It is only now beginning to be sensed, and yet with that a transformation is already beginning to occur. Stay aware, dear hearts. What follows will be worth the wait. Meanwhile, keep your eyes to the skies, and see the divine inconceivable everywhere you look.