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.
Tygers, Nine, and Love
The latest DM from the League of Light has elicited many questions regarding the spelling of "tyger"… indeed, the concept of it in the message altogether is enigmatic. I thought a short look into it would be of benefit not only to individual understanding, but looking further, into the field of consciousness in a world at the precipice of change. This, too, is often commented upon: the sense that something big is looming. It's been for a while, but with the elections coming and unrest rising (almost) as fast as is the undercurrent of joy, we're looking at a clash of oppositional forces. I'm not talking about politics. I'm talking about duality in general, and our human propensity to divide and conquer. As it is with nations, classrooms, and markets, so it is with awareness of a thing, no matter what that thing is. Actually, just to "thingify" something divides it from the self, and from its core nature. It skirts around the base projection that is at the heart of the matter. Of course, I'm talking about love. THE MESSAGE First, I'll post the text of the message, exactly as it came through, in the message "To the End,
Hiatus
With the latest weekly message came a note of some import, regarding a possible upcoming interruption in the usual flow of transmissions from me to you. I've posted it here in its entirety: Having become accustomed to sharing these transmissions on a twice-weekly basis, I can only imagine that you are accustomed to finding them in your inbox, on social media, or on the website like clockwork. The clock is shifting its timecode, however, and I am asked to relay the message that there may be some disruption in the regular transmission schedule. I will post as I can, but the undercurrent of change is putting me on alert for shifts beyond my control. Nothing dire, but a signal that change is happening more insistently. Therefore, look not only to the newsletters and websites, but on social media outlets as well, for updates from this source. I’ll be sharing news and transmissions as I can. The next message from Nine’s Word and Pleiadian Tarot is scheduled for Thursday. I’ll do my best to keep that appointment but if I don’t, keep an eye on the sites (especially on the Facebook group, Pleiadian Renegades). Look for updates on Nine’s Path. UPDATE: Looks like we'll be moving to a
Arc and Love
Let's talk about charge, change, and zero point. Maybe instead of running words around in circles, we can break the mold and find a new thing. Surf the waves of transformation with me as we get sciency for a bit. This all ties in with the most recent message from The Master, "Love Your Enemies, and Come Close to the Arc." Typically cryptic, it begs for exploration. Science hat on, let's go. Electricity is really a weird and wonderful thing. It can switch polarity. It can arc through the nothingness of seemingly empty space, skirting on little more than attitude. Positive and negative can hide their opposite, rush headlong toward what they are not, and in the process of flooding a circuit, turn darkness into light. It's only natural for a holographic mind to juxtapose the observations of nature onto the experiences of a more spiritual intangibility. The results tend to be the same: Darkness to light, fear to joy. This idea of joy being at the heart of the process of transformation can be a challenging one to wrap around. After all, there is implied within change a leaving of home, an encounter with the unknown. So often we
Moving into the Area of Pure Potential
Every so often (more often than I'd like) I get taken down by headaches. More like cluster headaches than migraines, they blindside me for a couple of days. I do what I can to muscle through, dive through the pain, and breathe. Transmissions don't stop, but my ability to do much more than take them in does. I'm just on the other side of an episode, so hello again 😊 I bring this up specifically because of what has been said to me in more than one recent audience with the Men of Light, and more pointedly, with The Order. They have, to my surprise, resumed colloquy in an unanticipated manner. Their conversations have taken on a different format, somewhat, in which they are speaking in long, explanatory talks, rather than the shorter delivery they used before going silent for several weeks. While those earlier contacts had the flavor of them ticking off items on a to-do list, these are more like chapters of a long story unwinding. It's all very personal for my work and preparation for being of service in the days to come, but there is one thing they have asked me to say now, and that
Call to Arms: Embrace
Everywhere, intensity is rising. This is less a broad generalization than a statement of observation. From among the various scenes that pass across my screen of reality, I am witnessing conflagrations of fire, destruction of property, injustice without reason, violence, contempt, and loss. I'm sure you are seeing the same from your vantage point, plus or minus some of the descriptive details. In the wake of such mind-wrenching observations, hopelessness lurks. I am witnessing this as well. Yet I am aware of it being an object in the landscape, aware of it, understanding its nature, its ubiquity within the growing shared acknowledgment that yes, something is happening here. I acknowledge but do not incorporate it into my own being, other than to sweep it into the net of experience. Hopelessness is not unfamiliar to me, but in this moment, I have no use for it, other than to call it out for its game and shake a finger as if to say, not today. I have other things to attend to. What do you do in the face of hopelessness, however it takes form, whatever name you give it? I've recently played with its soft and nebulous form, knowing full
Crowded Motives Aside
Recently, it's come to my attention that we're at a certain point in the midst of a massive level-up, and it's time to face that transformation square in the face. As a result of lifetimes of preparation, we're at a unique space of time in the soul journey, individually and collectively. Because we've been diligently (haven't we?) following suggestions from higher levels of wisdom to slice off dead weight, let go of outmoded patterns and thoughtforms, and discard everything that has done its job in service to the soul, we're lighter, more streamlined, and ready for action. Just cast a look back at where you were before, let's say, the current covid culture kicked into gear. Like it or not, a lot of what you had deemed necessary has been challenged and lost, and you're still here. Reinvented and refocused, we await what's next. All that said, there's the collective amnesia to take into account. Forgotten aspects of self await integration, while the last of the broken shards of traumatized soul-pattern settles back into place. The greater you awaits. I've had a glimpse of what this might be like: a feeling of being pulled through the eye of a needle
Inside Out
Quiet, please… Gosh but it's noisy. All the individual expressions emanating from so many source points are really getting into it lately. A chaos overlay takes on all the appearances of reality. Don't be fooled. Beneath the noise, beyond the chaos is sweet peace. You know where. Zero point calls. So are the voices from points unseen calling. Men of Light roam close by now. More felt than heard, they are making an impression upon the minds ready to receive. Rigidity loses coherence amid the cacaphony of reality's disassembly, and unvarying truth finds its way in. Its target is the trigger point of awareness. Its method is love. There is no viable offense but surrender. The way there is found by sidestepping the mines, navigating ever inward toward the point of stillness. There. In changing the face of reality, piercing flesh with weaponry has nothing on the directed energy of love's arrow divinely placed within the heart. As solid ground disintegrates and the incoming energies refuse to relent (despite our attempts to understand and measure them), maybe inward is where we can gain a foothold in an emergent reality. It seems there is less to hold onto in the outer