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.
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
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
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