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When I began posting online in 2008, with the blog Opalescent Words (now the book Remembrance), I eventually realized it would be a good idea to also create a blog chronicling my experience and the development of the work I had entered into with the Pleiadian Renegades of the League of Light.

Thus was born Bends of Light. Looking back, it seems like it was a good idea, as my life soon took dramatic turns I never could have expected. Bends of Light became the lens through which I could step back and reflect on what I was encountering, as their liaison. Travel with me through the experience of being the hands, eyes, and voice of the League of Light, and witness the transformation for yourself.

Teachings for a Kinder Future

Teachings for a Kinder Future

Author MaryannNo Opinions
Looking for higher wisdom to share with the children, hoping for a kinder future than our present one? I was, and the Pleiadians responded with something beautiful. When my now-teenage son was a wee lad, his father and I were at an impasse as to what to use to instill some spiritual nuggets—words, phrases, verses, songs—that would serve him in his later years. My own upbringing was infused with the teachings of Jesus. My father was a Sunday school teacher, though decidedly not dogmatic. Somewhat of a maverick, he blended study with practical observation, and taught me to watch for God's interaction in the world of nature. So we planted gardens, watched birds, studied the stars, and reveled in winds whipping up a storm. My parents taught me to pray and encouraged me to find my own way through whatever holy book found its way into my hands. Yet one of the most enduring verses that stuck in my head was from a framed stitchery picture (exactly like the one pictured) that hung in the corner where we did the weekly ironing. As I was tasked with much of that chore, I had opportunity to study every stitch. It's something
Nemesis in the White House: Functions of Six

Nemesis in the White House: Functions of Six

Author Maryann4 Opinions
Not to raise any feelings of concern, but I think things are going to be changing again on a big scale. Exactly where can’t be pinpointed on a map, because the locale is situated in the inner planes. Big change, yep, but the seismicity I’m talking about will be more of the consciousness-type event for most people. Noteworthy, nonetheless. Let me explain by way of ruffling some feathers. Shall we explore a story we currently share? Some time ago, a grand and effective rift tore through the consciousness of the world in the form of what some called a duly elected leader and others called a criminal, a conspirator, an idiot. Erupting from that rift, a slew of emergent forces congealed into factions and movements, hushed discussions and, eventually, fistfights both real and threatened. When the rumbling was just starting, already the foundation of understanding the state of things was tipping people’s awareness one way and another, to transcendence or entrenchment, and everywhere in between were confused folk searching for reason. If you don’t already know whereof I speak, I’ll be bold and just say that it’s about Trump. There. I said it. Let’s move on, because it’s really about
Games We Play at the Edge of Dawn

Games We Play at the Edge of Dawn

Author Maryann3 Opinions

Calling All Alarm Clocks I just realized something about intellectual space. I need more of it. So do you, very likely. Taking on the task of being an alarm clock in a world of sleepers is no small thing, but it can lead to a feeling of confinement on diverse levels, like being stuck in a waiting game. We’ve been awake and holding space for a very long time, disseminating the message of “time to wake up” in various creative ways for long enough, persistently enough to ensure it’s been acknowledged. We work in tandem with universal wake-up calls and those have been dished out in loud plenitude. Especially lately. Perhaps it’s safe to say that the message has been heard. All the Whos down in Who-ville are shifting into the big “Aha!”. If not all, then a big chunk. Especially lately. There’s a general hum that indicates beds being made, newspapers snapping open, coffee brewing. Sleepy eyes are adjusting to the light. Now we can stop acting like crazed alarm clocks and sit down for a minute. Maybe there’s a slumber we can wake up from, too. Have a cup of coffee with me. I’m taking a look at

What’s With All Those WordPress Blogs?

What’s With All Those WordPress Blogs?

Author Maryann Rada
On June 9, just a few days after launching a new set of message transmissions called "Higher Orders" here on Nine's Path, I created a new Wordpress blog to go with it. This makes the... oh, I've lost count now! I've got quite a collection of Wordpress blogs that have been around a while. Now seems like a good time to take a look at why, and to welcome yet another. A new site joins the LOL family If you haven't seen it yet, "Higher Orders" is online at Nine's Path here (the WordPress blog is here). I've got a grand total of one post at the time of writing this, but more are on the way. I would like to tell you exactly what this collection of transmissions is going to be about, but I am as much on the edge of my seat as anyone else. The first message is from Michael and is suitably angelic, but most definitely not in shades of washed-out pastel coloring. It's dynamic and engaging, and speaks of their origins and relationship with the Pleiadians and the League of Light. I can't wait to see what comes next! You can read the first
Enter Angels, Exit Fear: “We Are Cherubim”

Enter Angels, Exit Fear: “We Are Cherubim”

Author Maryann Rada6 Opinions

When you’re in the Upside-Down, people in the real world hear you scream. Fans of Stranger Things know whereof I speak. I found this out last night, when I inadvertently found myself in the Upside-Down for real—momentarily—but long enough, thanks. As someone who rarely remembers dreams and more rarely has nightmares, for me this was… novel. I felt creeping evil in the form of a dark figure enter the room, stalking me like an inky-black Nosferatu, then a blanket of grey mist swiftly coming down to cover me, bury me. I don’t think I’ve ever screamed so blood-curdlingly. I’m no stranger to confrontations with demons and shadows. I’ve sent plenty of them on their way to a better world than enslavement to despair in this one. What happened last night doesn’t sound like much of a nightmare, to be honest, but it scared the bejeezus out of me, that’s for sure. My throat still hurts from the screams. Totally Unexpected It was a night like any other. I had had a busy day, made and uploaded a new video (ironically, on the subject of dark shadows), prepped a newsletter, got myriad other things done on the League of Light plane

On the Edge of Transformation

On the Edge of Transformation

Author Maryann Rada3 Opinions
Lately—and I mean daily for the past week or so—I've been getting a signal about a specific point in time. Not a calendar date, but a more intuitive sensing of a transformation point along the continuum of being. That space in time where ending and beginning meld into a singularity. Neither is indistinguishable from the other, a nothingness that contains the totality of everything in potential. From that point, nothing is pointless; from within it, all points become possible destinations. It seems to be a coordinate-point of dimensional import... and we seem to be there just now. So many things signal this moment as a triangulation of vectors of becoming. Where have you come from and what path are you finally finished traveling? Have you been heeding the hints that the time has come to leave some familiar structure of knowing, some comfortable modality of thought? I have, and after acclimating myself to the chill of baptism in new waters, I feel exhilarated at what lay ahead. Separation from what was leaves us open to the embrace of what is to be. Remember that you have the power, the right, and the ability to choose what you allow yourself to
How Deep the Soul Whispers

How Deep the Soul Whispers

Author Maryann

Have you ever wondered how direct communication from the soul might work? Here’s an insight from the Pleiadian perspective on how the soul whispers. I’ve been acting as an intermediary — a transmission relay — between the Pleiadians and individuals for more than 10 years now. Well, mostly for the Pleiadians. Sometimes, for others who have passed on, but that was more in the early days of my contact experiences. If you’ve ever wondered about how such a thing works, read on. Soul Connection The goal of any transmission is to get information to a person that sources from a very refined level of divine connection. The simplest way to diagram it would be to say that I maintain a direct connection with the Pleiadians (a group of them calling themselves the Creative Counselors of the Pleiadian Family of Light-Hearted Healers, or the CC for short). They connect with the soul, or soul messengers (guides, ancestors, etc.) for a person who requests the transmission. The CC relay to me the message and I write it up. It was their idea to call them “Soul Whispers”, and I think it fits perfectly. That’s the simple explanation. What happens beyond that is

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