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Still in Line for a Sweet Tomorrow (video)

Much has been said about the changes coming to the shores of our planet in the time that is upon us now. What do the Pleiadian Renegades have to add? Plenty, and more to come. In this poignant communication from the inexhaustible source of galactic brotherly love and wisdom, you’ll hear what we can do to make the tomorrow we enter together a day that shines for all.

(Note: Please accept the invitation to read and re-discover the full throttle of the message from the Pleiadians by visiting the links below.)

This video is a recording of the original written message downloaded from an interdimensional interface with the collective of beings who are here to encourage us to keep finding our way in the dark, as light comes. Read by the author.

Read the original written message in its entirety at https://renegadethoughts.wordpress.com/2015/09/05/still-in-line-for-a-sweet-tomorrow/

Discover more transmissions from the Pleiadian Renegades and the League of Light at these links:

(main site) Opalescent Nine: http://opalescentnine.com
(blog) Renegade Thoughts: https://renegadethoughts.wordpress.com

Read more from the Pleiadian Renegades, the League of Light, and Nine:
(books) Amazon.com: http://www.amazon.com/Maryann-Rada/e/B008XKTARI/

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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.

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.

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