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.
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
Teachings for a Kinder Future
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
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
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