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This Is the Time of Transformation: The Movie

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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.

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.

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A Short Story for Passing the Time: Tasks in Knowing Wonder

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.

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Hope Fulfilled

In the moment in which you forgive yourself for being human, you become more fully human, and more divine.

Some days, you find yourself thinking, “What if…?” Going over in your mind what could have been if only you had paid more attention to your experience at crucial points of possibility is one sure way to become more aware in your present-moment experience. Such days, you ask yourself if you can forgive yourself for not taking opportunities to connect with love and understand it better, through experiencing it. Remembering those moments of lost love is to bring them alive again. It grants access to power to transform your reality utterly, from one of regret to one of hope fulfilled. We greet you from aboard the lightships which hover just beyond the edge of perception, and we invite you to enter into those places of such power with the thought that you are ready to be through with who you have always thought yourselves to be, that you are ready to become transformed into a new being of light, of love, of understanding. Thus will you remove a veil which prevents you from seeing your true divine Self, the light of consciousness. You must be able to see into the dark with eyes of love and, without a thought of self-condemnation, to find yourself there in the dark, becoming aware of the light. Hope, you will find there. Hope fulfilled, you will create. In this way, your transformation is effected.

How do you create such a state of change in a minefield of regret? With small steps, of course, but realize that the mines explode only with awareness, and they act with a domino effect. Entering into awareness at a memory-point of lost opportunity infuses awareness into your total being, if you allow yourself that experience. With your fundamental awareness of yourself thus awakened, you may find that the question of what-if becomes irrelevant at the moment of forgiveness. If you can consider that you have become aware of your own understanding of love only by experiencing awareness of what it never seemed to touch, then you will know forgiveness, for love is indeed there, unmasked. Awareness of the pain of separation turns into awareness of the joy of finding love where you thought you had lost hope. In that moment, it is possible to connect with a greater understanding of love and stretch out the edges of perception to encompass a greater field of awareness.

Perhaps you have a memory of being unable to find resolution with another being about unmet needs. Allow your awareness to open into that memory and unlock for you now what you could not have understood then. You are more than you were, with more experience of love. Take the opportunity remembrance affords, though it may call forth feelings of pain. Pain takes your awareness and focuses it on a specific target. Usually, that target is, at its essence, nothing more or less than lost opportunity to have had an experience of love. Seeing that moment now with eyes wiser in love, allow the opportunity to be resolved, the hope fulfilled. See yourself as beloved and know that you are. You are. In every moment, even the painful ones, you are beloved. Know that what you have experienced is the divine essence of self, the connection to the Source of All That Is. In the moment in which you forgive yourself for being human, you become more fully human, and more divine. You are a creation in progress, approaching divinity. You are about to get a better idea of what that means.

We remind you of these things because reality is about to change quite dramatically for you. At the moment of recollection, you have a perfect opportunity to come into a greater understanding of who you are, who you have been, and who you are becoming. It is a good time to put old regrets to sleep and meet hope with new eyes. When you do, we will be perception’s reward, but your own transformation in light will be treasure rediscovered. Hope is waiting for you in the shadows. Meet it with love.

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Kick It

High above the clouds, millions of people are waiting to buckle up and take a short trip to see you face to face. The ships are there, with people in them, it is true. You have only a short while to wait, and all of Earth will be abuzz. Then why not kick things up a notch, and take the initiative yourself, and move into the state of receptivity? Before you know it, we will respond in a way that will delight even the most skeptical among you. We know many have prepared their hearts for our arrival. You will not be disappointed. But some others of you, your families, friends, and neighbors, are at a loss as to what to think about the whole question of our mere existence, much less being prepared for a demonstration of our reality. To those who doubt, we say, don’t worry, we come in peace with tidings of great joy. This party is for everyone. Homecoming is near at hand.

Higher still than our ships above the surface of your planet are the interplanetary spaces of the solar system. Within those spaces are the vacuous realms of inter-galactic magnetic communications, on which bands our words have traveled from our source, which is, locally, from our own home stars, and non-locally from OM, which is everywhere and nowhere specific. Understanding of such concepts as love of self, love of Nemesis, love of the truth above ego – this sort of thinking comes from your own experience within a system of divinity embodied in communication with divinity itself, the self reflecting the reverberations of OM back to the source of all being. OM is the name we have for the perfection of Self as the creation, from the thought I AM impulsed from consciousness, to the vibration of form in recognition of itself as being. The parent from which everything is generated. The word which creates. It is from the star Alcyone that the impulses of OM are beamed as through a lens gathering holographic light from the belly of the galaxy, which itself bends the light from the heart of the universe. And so it is that we speak with you from the vastness of space. There are many things that you will be learning in the coming months, as your science catches up with reality.

Until the time has come for the attention of the whole world to be turned to the skies, we continue to hold our positions and act as a lens for the truth of OM to be transmitted through. In the short time until we all meet, we will continue to relay information designed through the understanding of love to waken dormant mental circuitry and encourage you to embrace your transformation into beings of a higher light. Right on schedule we are. Rather than sit idly by, we offer these words so you might have the satisfaction of waking, stretching, and embracing in awareness you as a new being. But don’t be surprised if we show up unexpectedly. Big changes are coming as we kick it up a notch.

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Big News

Some of your reliable sources of news have been concerned with everything except the really big story that’s brewing in the skies. Why is that? It isn’t because it isn’t there to cover. It isn’t even because they — meaning the reporters and other people who tell you what’s going on in places you can’t see from your front porch — don’t believe the events being witnessed by many all over the world. No. Enough evidence of a breaking story is on the weave of awareness now in many forms to host a week’s worth of investigative journalistic interviews, exposes and overviews. Why the silence? “Run for cover, the aliens are coming” is a difficult mindset to break through, and frankly the show isn’t equipped for the drama. They have a practiced hand explaining catastrophe and disaster. But what can they do with the end of the world of fear? They might lose some advertising revenue. For the world to be at peace, they would have to re-think their entire reason for existing as an entity at all. It’s a tall order to fill in the midst of all the “real” news stories they have to cover.

We speak, of course, of the arrival in your visual perceptive field of swarms of lights in the sky.

More people are seeing something the droll news reporters can neither dismiss nor explain to much satisfaction. More photos are being shared publicly which defy stereotypically inane official do-not-disturb explanations. More reasons are surfacing to seriously consider the possibility that weather balloons and party favors cannot outmaneuver fighter jets, and that maybe the lights more and more people are seeing are something more, something literally out of this world. So, sensing that a down-to-earth explanation would be of some help during the news break, we come to you now, with this.

People of Earth, the time of global isolation in ignorance is over. You are about to host a party of galactic proportions. The first guests, having RSVPed, are milling about just beyond the garden gate, waiting to hear the announcement that the festivities have begun. It shouldn’t be long now. The truth can’t be kept waiting forever, you know.

Soon the stories will break. Along with them, so will some paradigms and probably more than a few minds. Do not fear, dear ones, don’t buy such an outmoded and useless commodity. Fear is old news. Tune into love and let the frequency of truth come into your heart unimpeded. It won’t be long until the word hits the streets about the big news story.

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Hardly a Day Goes By

Dear ones, so much is happening in your lives, it would not be surprising if you didn’t take in one or two major developments on the world stage on any given day. You could hardly be blamed for missing out on the day’s top story, especially if it happened to be omitted in the headlines. It is enough to deal with what you have to do and hopefully to gain some kind of understanding that will help you come to terms with what in the world is happening. There is, of course, more to come, so let us share a little trick we learned ourselves about the intensity of transformation from one state of being into another. You’ve heard it from us before, to relax and let go, but there’s a secret. Keep your eyes fixed on a single thought, your mind focused on a single sensation, your heart open to all possibilities and you might be delighted with what develops in your reality.

There are a few things you might want to remain aware of, as you go through your days. One of them is your breath. Use it to create healing vibrations, as you shape it with sound. In such a way do you serve the awakening of many souls within reality. See sound as breath and breath as life, and choose to give life to sound that heals. Not only will it create a frequency field that is conducive to transformation into higher awareness, it cuts down on the chaos of noise that distracts people from the whisper of truth within.

Cheer is essential. If you remember to have something handy which brings you cheer, we recommend you use it, whether it’s a joke, a memory, a favorite scene from a movie, or what have you. The doom and gloom is as a storm cloud passing by, after eons of raining down pain. It is true that pain is sitting in puddles of mud, but it is relenting, finally. As more and more light is shed on the 2000-year-old lie that has been at the forefront of the wave of pain you now see receding, the puddles will dry up. Nothing long stands in the light of Truth except truth. Relief is coming, and a little comic relief will help you keep your socks dry.

Third on our short list of helpful hints is to be patient in all things. Too often you remove yourself from the equipoise of Now and project your awareness into the non-existent illusion of what-if and if-only. There is great merit in consciously visualizing a future of joy and a past of reconciliation, but these are transitory states of creativity that you enter, do your thing, and release. Keep on doing that, dear ones, as it calms the frequency field around you. What we are referring to here is the practice of patience in the little moments of your day, the challenges to your own equipoise that crop up like mushrooms after rain. There are likely dozens of times you say, from sunrise to sunset, something along the lines of “I wish…”, “When will such-and-such finally happen?” or “Why don’t you understand?” These are just a few examples of the shape of impatience beginning to dislodge you from reality. Do you see how thoughts of imperfection create ripples of discontent? Be, rather, of the mindset of being content, replacing such thought-form molds with words like “I summon into being…”, “Everything is on schedule for such-and-such to happen when the time is right to create the greatest joy,” and “You are awakening, and I love you.” Do you see how that subtle shift in self-expression gives you peace? Patience, dear ones, the joy that comes is worth the wait. All is well, and your choice to love can move mountains. If that is one rock at a time, sometimes, keep an eye out for buried treasure, and know that everything is, in the timeless Now, perfect.

These are our thoughts we leave with you to ponder. The three weave beautifully together, you may find. It’s a balancing act that just might make your days a little brighter.

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Know We Come, and Make Room for Us in Your Hearts

Since when do you think you are not sane to think we come? We have come before, and you did not think it so odd. Of course, there were times you thought we – meaning humans from other planets – were something like mighty gods, but that was a long time ago. You have learned a thing or two about yourselves since then, and it is safe to say you wouldn’t make the same mistake again. Nor would we, by reliving that stale old myth. We are simply humans. We sometimes need to remind you of your own divinity, but that is as far as we’ll go with that. Suffice it to say we are as you are, both human, with a spark of the divine.

That said, we continue. We are planning a visit to your planet, as we have mentioned before, and we thought it would be a good idea to review our plans with you, as much as we can without spoiling the surprise. We don’t want to do that, as it would ruin the fun. The know-to-alls need something up their sleeves, even if it’s only the joker and not the ace of hearts. We have that card in our hand, anyway. We have a few cards up our sleeves, too. Some interesting times are on the way, that’s for sure.

As to our visit: Don’t get too worked up about it. It’s not as if we’re going to create drastic change for you. You will create drastic change for yourselves, first. We’ll be there before the dust settles. Lest you think we refer to revolution, know we do not say it in such terms. The drastic change we’re talking about is more internal. You know, the kind where you confront the tyrant within your own heart and finally read him or her the riot act, tell it like it is, give notice that the times have changed and tyranny in all its forms is dead. The revolution is one of your hearts, dear ones, not of your blood. Spilling more of that won’t help you achieve balance, power, or peace. There is no reason to seek outside of yourselves for a solution, but within and among yourselves. The land mass of common ground is growing, and as we approach we see almost enough room to set down our craft. Only a few things are in the way. It’s all going to be fine, you know, so don’t worry about anything. Simply state your truth, recognizing as you do your innate divinity. Tyrants, begone with tyranny! Become beings anew! Remember your divinity and remind the inner tyrant of theirs, as well. In no time at all, you will see all around you reflections of your changed inner state.

If we can give you one piece of advice, it is this. Create a landing strip for us in your heart, and know we see it. Much is shifting in your reality, and the time is soon upon us all when reality will have taken on a new sheen. The big kingpin is unseated and with him, the petty tyrants fall into grace. Change is upon us all, given the choice. This is promising to be a season of celebration, friends! Make room in your hearts for joy, and sweep the cobwebs out.

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Don’t Wait to Say Goodbye

Are you having the kind of thoughts, sometimes, that remind you of matters unspoken, things not mentioned, feelings unexpressed? Where you feel the pull towards understanding what is unfolding around you that you had not quite grasped before? So are many others. The vibration of energy that is rippling from your planet is something to behold, dear ones, full of opalescent shimmer. The time of reconciliation has begun.

Remembering the situations of your life is one way to experience the open-hearted transformation of soul of man into soul of man arisen, the glimmer of dawn at the edge of hope where consciousness breaks upon its shores. Always hope lay just beyond the edge of consciousness, ever present in all of the unresolved experiences of your life. Hope lay at the core of your being when you encounter the potential for healing and wholeness, and it lay beyond the rim of what you can conceive. Hope is everywhere present, yet typically silent. Such is its nature. You are aware of its potential only after you have understood the healing breaking hope’s silence brings. As soon as you respond to the remembrance of what has not yet become, to hope’s heartbeat, you begin a transformation that can be called the beginning of the end of the human race as you know it. It’s a good time to say goodbye. You are fast approaching the time of transformation, and the you you have always known, and often loved, will be the you you have always dreamed you could be, but seldom hoped would.

Change is in the air and your thoughts are modulating moment by moment what is becoming next. Collectively, you are modulating even as individually you are. Every response toward the peace of reconciliation and the bliss of integration is a further refinement of pitch and harmonic resonance. Being in such a sea of frequency will bring you many opportunities for tying up loose ends and re-weaving the fabric of relationships, dreams, and past injustices. Be resolute, dear ones, and speak from your heart what washes up on the shores of your awareness from the ocean of hope’s love.

Allow hope to come alive and stir the memories of yet-unspoken words you always wanted to hear reverberate within you. Feel the quickening as realization dawns and ignorance dissolves into the dust of shadow’s substance. Say goodbye to who you were and welcome your self home into wholeness. Relax into transformation. A hard-to-understand problem is easily resolved, usually with only a few words. Rim of hope approaches, and it won’t be long before you touch the stuff of hope with your own hands. How very easy it is to say thank you, I’m sorry, or now I understand. How liberating to say goodbye to what you thought would never change. It has a way of making your planet sparkle, you know, when so many are finding the right harmonic together.

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More in Raising than in Losing

We have had some consistency in our messages on the point of letting go of what you don’t need so you can move on with less drag. In the past year, we have mentioned the concept in many ways. It is still a good idea to let go of that which was given to you by anyone else and focus on a new concept: The time is fast approaching when you will not have the luxury of spending much time consciously letting go of this and that, and you will instead be aware of your enhanced ability to transform what remains as ballast to the radiant kind of stuff light is made of. It’s showtime, folks!

Human consciousness has just about reached saturation point as far as the nonsense that has been paraded around in front of you. Are you going to have a say in what is recognized as truth? The alternative is to remain mute as events unfold before the eyes of the ones among you who still hold onto fear, and the voice of terror drowns out the murmurings of peace. You have had quite enough of that already. It is time for love and reason to prevail. Soon we come.

It will be as brothers we come, not as conquerors, superiors, deities or disease-bearing intergalactic mutants. When you look in the mirror and see the reflection of one who sees into the soul and discerns divinity there, one who sees divinity in his or her own soul, when just a few more who sleep awaken at last to humanity’s incessant clamoring to be free and happy and at peace, then, beloved family of light, we come. Before you know it, really. And then you might find the whole “releasing fear” thing itself to be a bit burdensome. And so we suggest working on transforming whatever fear remains into nothing more than tiny energetic packets of light information, which can be disassembled and rearranged and understood within a framework of matter resonant with life, not death, with life, not illusion. Life, beyond anything you have understood it to be for ever. That’s where we’re coming from.

How best to transform ballast into light is each person’s personal quest, right now. Some are choosing to continue on the rut-filled road they have blindly followed for lifetimes, some are resisting the inevitable tipping of the scales, some are still fighting it with all their mettle. Be of no concern for those who choose what seems a dead-end street. All is not what it seems. Rather than attending to fear’s sideshow, if you shift your loving awareness to the whole of humanity’s awakening, these sleeping proud few will be better served. When the wringing of the hands is over, the clapping of the hands will begin. It is quite a show we have planned for opening night.

The doubt will give way to celebration soon enough, dear ones. It is a day we anticipate with much joy, for it will herald a bright new awareness in humans everywhere. Round and round will soon be on the straight arrow toward home. In the interim, release what you can of fear’s weighty baggage, let go of the thoughts that keep you going around in circles, and transform the rest into thoughts that aim your heart and mind to the peace of OM, sweet OM. Bidding you a sweet adieu, we remain, Pleiadian Renegades.

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