Bends of Light

When I first started posting messages from the group of people who call themselves the Pleiadian Renegades, I never thought putting a few notes online would lead to the creation of the network of websites and people that it has. Three years and a half later, I am awe-struck at what the Pleiadians have given to us all. Every word is alive and I am part of the process every time I write. Being the conduit for their messages is hardly a passive experience! I am more and more a part of a timeless tribe, realizing my own part in a continuum of energy that unfolds in each communication and consciousness sharing. I can feel a place at their side, and I am sure you can too, where the truth of their words is tangible, open, and welcoming.

How many of us for whom the Renegades’ words bear deep resonance of the OM of home have known that, eventually, we would reorganize from the scattered divisions of life’s streams in the days leading up to our reunion with a greater soul family? I have heard from many of you that this has been so. Greater harmony exists under the current undercurrent of anarchy and chaos that sweeps across the globe, and despite outer appearances, people are more empowered—within—than ever before. I saw recently a post, somewhere, that said when there’s nothing left to lose, there’s nothing left to fear. We are all facing the loss of a way of life we’ve grown accustomed to, there’s no denying. The world has changed too much for that not to be true. However, just because the world around us is falling apart in one way or another doesn’t mean that a new world isn’t waiting to be born, and if we are watching ourselves fall apart in one way or another, it’s just as true that there may well be another humanity on the brink of being.

This is how I’m choosing to look at things, anyway.

Back to the Pleiadians. For a long time we’ve heard the mantra “soon… soon…” regarding their eventual appearance on the shores of our reality. Discussions about disclosure, viral videos of lights in the skies, admissions of belief in the existence of extra-planetary sentient life from ordinary folk all the way up to the Pope… these are just some of the signs bolstering the belief in contact soon to come. Not to mention crop circles, channelings, bestselling novels and blockbuster (or bust) movies and “programs”, some benign and some not so much. Yet, balancing that, there is evidence of secret goings-on in the shadowy halls of underground bunkers and high-rise boardrooms, strange sights in the skies that just might be secret projects and stories of high weirdness possibly related to those things we ordinary folk aren’t supposed to know about. It’s enough to shake one’s confidence, and yet… there is still this gnawing knowing that won’t go away, this coherence of particulate light that sometimes grips my spine when I get a glimpse of some truth of a greater existence that had been forgotten in the scramble to stay on my feet in the maelstrom of modern life on Earth. Do you get that? Echoes are everywhere and they too are gathering coherence, pulsating from the caverns of timeless memory outside of our present drama and tickling into life an inkling that things as they are won’t be that way for much longer. The rhythm of the planet is picking up, the cadence of truth is gaining some torque, and despite the best-laid plans of mice and men, there’s really no telling what’s going to happen next.

Well, not exactly. We can say with confidence that we have a rough idea, and discreetly hide the fact behind our backs that we really believe that a greater plan is about to hatch in a big way to change everything to our collective benefit, and beyond. That’s what’s been going on in our faces all along, isn’t it? After all, it’s what we’ve heard from the Voice of Authority for a long, long time. “I am confident…”, “Everything is fine…”, “There is nothing to fear…”. Are you confident that everything is fine, despite flood, fire, and famine tearing down the structures of recognizable reality? Are you without fear, knowing there’s a bigger picture than the one flashing violently on the computer screen or tv? Most “aware” people have been practicing the vocabulary of empowerment, thereby exercising faith in the love and intelligence and benevolence of something greater than the individual in isolation from the Self or Soul or Godhead, or some such arrangement of words. Perhaps, just perhaps, this has been the whisper of Nemesis teaching us a new mantra. One man’s lie is another man’s truth, and vice-versa, and the truth is open for any of us to claim.

As I’ve written the Renegades’ messages over the years, their words and the energies behind them have tested my limits in so many ways, pulling me to the edge and oftentimes past what I believed I could bear with my faith, my physical being, my ability to love, and my mettle to survive. I don’t feel like I have much of a comfort zone anymore, or a place that feels like home on this world; even that has been drawn so far the picture is over the edge of the page. And that suits me fine in such an anything’s-possible world like the one we are watching crumble and come into being right now.

Something’s on tap that’s been brewing for a long, long time. An interdimensional toast is at hand, my friends, doesn’t it feel that way? Not some manufactured, overblown, tasteless facsimile of the real thing. I mean a refreshingly new reality we’ve had such tantalizing tiny tastes of. Leave the bitter dregs behind. As our hearts are emptied of the stale drafts of a broken world of lies and illusion, may they be filled with the pure streams of loving goodness our souls remember. And if by chance or by design our brothers and sisters from the friendly skies beyond Earth’s now-troubled atmosphere happen to show up, so much the better. When it comes to raising our hands together with full hearts and good cheer, side by side, the more, the merrier.

For now, we have a bit of global ferment to navigate through before we finally touch that sweet wine of remembrance. I’m more than confident that we’ll get there. As sure as the words that have streamed from their cosmic origin have left a trace of nectar in your soul, you’ve tasted that moment, too. Remember the sweetness of home, my friends. It’s not so far away.

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