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.
Addendum to The Master’s Message
This has just come in as an important addendum to the message from The Master. Please share it as you may. When you realize that the life of every human being is sacred, you will give up your dependence on division and stop making yourself pawns in someone else’s game. No matter what you think is true, no matter what you think of those that you defile with your words and thoughts, life is sacred. Every one. Those who choose to abdicate their natural state of sanctity have already thrown their lives away. They have chosen. Those who have come between the acts and actors of violence have also, at some level of their being, chosen. None die in vain who are seen as humans living the life of truthful acknowledgment of their sacred conscious potential. Those who have good intent will never need to be mourned, for they have chosen well. Those who have already forfeited their sanctity by entering into a soul-destroying darkness can be pitied for their fate. Mourn their opportunity lost. They sealed their fate and will make other choices in other states of being. No one is lost to love, though love may be lost
Message from The Master
Something new is in from a source both ancient and new to me: The Master. As I've been saying, though not loudly announcing, the League of Light has stepped back just a little bit to allow a new group to speak. They're still around, but a new team is speaking too. The conversations with them have been animated, clear, direct, and for the most part, not for public dissemination. Yesterday, they relayed a short message from one they call The Master. What's this about? Video edition of this message here A New Arrangement It's actually all quite perfect. If I am to keep up with the monumental changes that are happening in the world, I have to shift my own mode of communication. Because I'm the messenger in this 3-D world, it's not up to me to create some kind of source, but to tap into it. So it has been since comms began decades ago that certain turning points appeared. They were always prefaced with advance notice that a shift in the arrangement would be forthcoming. And like clockwork, it always just happened. You've seen this, if you've followed the course of this site's evolution, from the beginnings as
Change in the Weather
You can count on change. It's a constant. Right now, a look to the sky can tell you a lot about what's coming. I have all these thoughts in my head. They gather and gain intensity, and if I'm lucky I can allow the thoughts to precipitate before they dissipate. Other things come and like the wind blow clear what had been brewing. Which brings me to the weather. See the video edition of this message Weather Wisdom Leaving aside climate change, which is after all a constant, looking at the weather can instill deep wisdom. You know when it's time to pack up the picnic, or when to take advantage of clear skies to get something done, or to release and relax. Sensitive noses can pick up the smell of ozone as electricity zaps through the air high above, and enjoy the petrichor following the rain. It signals life and smells of transformation and renewal. Changes in season mirror the phases of life, and shifts in weather the nature of life's uncertainties. Et cetera. Just as it mirrors the things that arise for consideration that I'd like to share with you here, the weather also is the summation of
When We Reach Criticality, Opalescence
A new directive has come through. I only share these when the LOL crew give the go-ahead. You saw this with the recent post on temporal markers. Now, opalescence. Think what you like about the form current events are taking vis à vis governments and news broadcasts. At a fundamental level, I see Nemesis at work. She’s pushing us to a point of criticality, holding our feet to the fire. It’s a moment of absolute release of light as matter and antimatter have the final showdown, in a manner of speaking. Like it or not, things—including and especially us—are changing. Thus, the League of Light has given me another directive to share: opalescence. We’re done with “shifting gears”. That metaphor has served well, but now we’re into something more like phase transition than gear shift. The level of intensity in the world today truly necessitates a completely different way of thinking. We’ve come into the time of opalescence. As metaphors go, this can be a big one to wrap your head around. Let’s take this in a roundabout way and get to the core concept in a satisfying—and hopefully, a surprisingly direct—way. Quick Science Lesson Conditions have changed. The clutch
Thoughts on Time
Recently, the subject of time has… come up a lot. Notwithstanding my recent post on temporal markers, time is getting to be a hot topic. I shared an article about Einstein's box-universe model and the simultaneity of past, present, and future on Facebook. Some comments there sparked some comments by me on the nature of time and our ability to see into it. What follows is an unraveling of those thoughts. I still operate in a linear mode, though my understanding becomes more fluid by the minute. I think you know what I mean. Once the dam breaks, the river runs wild. More thoughts follow in a furious rush of divine mind elaborating itself. Coincidentally, another thread wove itself into the moment, the fact that it was the night of Maha Shivaratri, and I was looking forward to chanting and meditating at an auspicious moment (a rare treat for me these busy days). It is the maddeningly poignant irony that moments of clarity characterize themselves by forcing the simultaneous entertainment of seemingly polar opposite points of view. I suppose that's really the only way out of this world of duality, though, so I go with it. I have little choice,
Temporal Markers: Are We There Yet?
“The days are near when the intensity of change will be felt by all.” — Borgareil Over the years, from time to time — not often — the Pleiadians give me markers on things to come that actually do come to pass. More often than not, when I’ve posed a question about when or if something will happen, usually I get the runaround. Hanging on a string, staring into an empty sky… many of you probably know too well what I’m talking about. Perhaps that’s followed by a picture in your mind of kids in the back seat on a long drive asking “Are we there yet?” The Pleiadians certainly have a humorous take on lessons of humility, at least. Note: Scroll down for a concise list of the markers (click here to jump). Click here to download a PDF of the list Don’t Ask The few times they’ve offered information unsolicited, things happened as described. I’ve learned not to take as literal their words relating to our concept of calendar time. After all, there is a dimensional dynamic at play which is far beyond my own ken, regarding how they communicate about this thing called time. It’s much more
Along Creative Lines
Putting down the pen and picking up the pencil opened up my creativity to new lines of expression. Have you given such a thing a try lately? Maybe it's my Aquarian nature. My creativity, no matter what form it takes, always has the idea behind it to be more global in nature than simply individual. By that I mean that I express from my own perspective — for what else can I do? — but the vision is broad. It's meant to touch the many as much as the one. Holographically. So when my recent spate of artsy creativity produced an image called forth by global concern for Australia's fires, the drawing that transpired became a work of meditation, prayer, and magic all in one. I share it here for you to use as you like as a point of contemplation, and to relate the story of its becoming. What I saw in my mind's eye: Fire and rain against a rising opalescent sky, green life and clean waters, and a lotus on Uluru. An exercise in finding elemental balance. Magical lines drawing equilibrium, summoning correspondence between nature and change. Click to enlarge Creative Unwinding Some backup, as you know