THE PATH OF ASCENSION – Archangel Michael via Ronna Herman Venzane, March 1, 2019

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THE PATH OF ASCENSION

Messages From Archangel Michael LM3-2019

OVERLIGHTED BY ARCHANGEL MICHAEL ** RONNA / SACRED SCRIBE 

Dearest friends, some time ago, Archangel Michael explained to me:

“As a messenger of the advanced Cosmic information for the New Age, when you have integrated the remainder of your Soul Fragments within the Third and Fourth Dimensions – and you are in the process of gaining access to your entry-level SACRED TRIAD within the Fifth Dimension – it is necessary for you to demonstrate your ability to directly bring forth some of the new knowledge from the higher planes of consciousness. This must be accomplished through your own expanded, intuitive awareness. This process is necessary in order to blend your physical, mental capabilities with your intuitive higher faculties – your connection with your Spiritual Triad – via the Sacred Mind.”

Beloved Michael has asked me to share with you some of the important lessons and techniques he has given us over the past 25 years. Therefore, beginning in 2019, occasionally, I will be posting some of the key lessons I have compiled for Archangel Michael’s seven books messages.

THE EIGHT STAGES OF EXPANDED-AWARENESS:

STAGE ONE:

You gradually tune into and begin to listen to the small voice of your conscience (your embodied Soul Self), and you begin the process of healing and harmonizing your Emotional Nature. You slowly allow your Soul-Self to be the guide and the director of your life’s experiences, instead of the ego-desire body. You begin the process of upgrading and refining your Emotional Body consciousness, which can be painful and challenging, but also rewarding and en-Lighten-ing.

STAGE TWO:

As you begin to delve deep within your subconscious mind, you initiate the process of aligning your emotional will with that of your OverSoul/Higher Self and Divine Will. Your most often used mantra or affirmation becomes: “Thy Will be done for the greatest good of all.”

As you learn that you are an electromagnetic, energetic Being, you come to the understanding that you are constantly radiating energetic thought forms out into the world around you. You then must experience these positive or negative thought forms as events or situations of the same frequencies. Your personal world is constantly rearranging itself to fit your current picture of reality. Through trial and error, you slowly begin to understand the Laws of Cause and Effect or Karma.

There will be some negative traits or addictive habits which will be emphasized so that you may release, modify or refine them, thereby returning the negative vibrations to frequencies of balance and harmony as you move through the process of Soul integration and Self-awareness.

There will be times when you will experience “A Dark Night of the Soul” as you strive to clear, harmonize and balance the many negative thought forms that you still carry within your physical vessel, your Auric Field, and your DNA. You will have peaks and valleys, emotionally and mentally, as you move deeper and deeper into the cleansing and refining process of your four earthly body systems: physical, emotional, mental and etheric.

You will gain an understanding of, and you will begin to actively use, the Universal Laws of Manifestation as you slowly refine your abilities as a co-creator on the earthly plane of existence. With new awareness, confidence and trust in the workings of the Universe, you gradually relinquish control at an emotional level to your OverSoul/Higher Self, for you now understand that it is your Divine Birthright to enjoy the love, beauty, and bounty of your Father/Mother God. You now understand that your Higher Self sees things from a higher vantage point; therefore, you will always be directed toward the best outcome.

STAGE THREE:

As you progress upward on the ladder of Ascension, you also learn to view the events in your life from a higher vantage point. You have gone through the painful process of breaking and healing all past agreements with those whom you have experienced Karmic interaction, so that you may sever any remaining energetic cords between you. You lovingly forgive and ask forgiveness, so that each person may, once again, become a sovereign Being. By healing and transmuting the probable futures you have created in your many past lifetimes’ experience, you move into the future without the heavy burden of past negative actions.

Over time and after much Soul-searching and processing, you gradually strive for and gain a certain degree of emotional detachment. You love more deeply and compassionately as you begin to look for and see the best in everyone around you. You are gradually moving toward the concept of you and unity consciousness, instead of the ego-driven concept of separation, me versus everyone else. You have learned to see your tests and challenges as opportunities for growth, instead of punishment and bad luck. As a result, your Emotional Body consciousness is now resonating with much higher, more harmonious, vibrational frequencies. You are now ready to focus your attention on uplifting and harmonizing your Mental Body.

STAGE FOUR:

During this stage, your OverSoul/Higher Self begins to take a more active role in your transformation process, as your Soul-Self slowly integrates the higher frequencies (attributes, qualities, and virtues) of your OverSoul/Higher Self. You begin the process of reviewing your beliefs, habits and the quality of your mental awareness. You re-evaluate the major judgments and attitudes that have been handed down by your elders, your culture, and religious and governmental leaders, as you gradually move out of and beyond the mass consciousness belief patterns of the lower Astral Planes.

STAGE FIVE:

As you begin to refine the frequency patterns of your Mental Body, you slowly gain access to your Sacred Mind and the treasure chest of higher mental consciousness that is stored therein. Your Sacred Mind and Sacred Heart become unified with your OverSoul/Higher Self as the guiding influence in your spiritual quest. You become more tolerant of other people’s beliefs, as you learn that there are many paths to follow; however, you are now aware that all Paths ultimately lead to the same destination. You learn to be discerning as to what you will accept as your truth, and you only accept those truths that resonate positively within your Sacred Core Being. You begin to expand your horizons of thought, and many of you will develop a desire to learn more about your spiritual origins: why you are on Earth, what is your mission and purpose for this lifetime, and what happens to you after you transcend?

THE PATH OF ASCENSION – to continue reading…

A Solstice Ascension Ceremony – Tazjma VaCoupe

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A Solstice Ascension Ceremony by Tazjma Amariah Kumara

Note to Reader:  This ceremony was originally viewed and recorded in late 2014.  The text was discovered in some papers kept by my sister, RaNia VaCoupe, and has been retyped by Sundeelia VaCoupe.  This is but an example of ongoing ascension celebrations taking place on board The White Winds, one of three huge Pleiadian motherships presently stationed in our Solar System.  Although the original ceremony took place in 2014, the ceremonies are ongoing and can be seen via remote viewing, outside of space and time.  They typically take place during an Earth-based event of significance, such as Diwali, The Festival of Lights as celebrated in India, at solstices, etc.

The following description is an expanded version of the Festivities that recently took place upon The White Winds.  This piece is designed to give the reader a glimpse into what takes place during a high dimensional celebration of this nature.  During a messaging session, the Ladies Tazjma, Trillia Gia, and RaNia were able to plug into Now Time and re-enter the time and space of the ceremony and see and experience the festivities in more detail.  As I transcribed this piece even more detail began to emerge.  If you relax and sink into a meditative space, you can pull up this kind of “memory” too for all time is simultaneous in the Now moment.

This grand ceremony was long planned by many as the first in a series of graduation ceremonies for members of the First Wave of Starseed Volunteers who went forth to assist in the now completed Evolutionary Period which ended on 12.21.2012.  For this particular ceremony, there would be slightly less than 100 graduates present, but many attendees would come from all over the Multiverse, as family, friends, mentors, guides and interested parties.  This was to be the first in a series of gala celebrations, each one to be aligned with an Earth-based astrological/astronomical event of some significance, usually on the cusp from one Sign to another.

Lady Trillia relates: “Many of us (the females) were escorted from our compartments on board The White Winds by a male relative or an Eagle (warriors of Archangel Michael who act as guards for many of the Children of Light).  In the case of Lady Trillia and Lady Nada, we were escorted by Lord Rananda to the auditorium so we could find our places there, Lady Trillia as one of the graduates and Lady Nada as a member of the audience.”

Keep in mind that The White Winds is the largest Pleiadian mothership present in our Solar System.  This marvelous ship is run by a huge Mother Crystal installed in the center of the vessel.  When these ships are constructed, the engineers start at the center and move outward.  When there is a central core that is operable, the vessel is suspended in air and construction continues.  Much of the construction of this particular vessel was done in space as the ship is so huge.  In terms of earth-based dimensions, it is 3,000 miles in diameter and is 47 stories high.  If you were to land the ship on Earth, it would stretch from the West Coast of the United States to the East Coast.  It is not possible to land such a vessel and they are not meant to enter atmospheric space.  Transport shuttles and smaller flyers are available for those celebrants arriving from Venus, Earth, and other nearby planets and star systems.

Travel through space is not as complicated as some people think.  Outside the atmosphere and the influence of your star, interstellar travel is almost instantaneous, allowing guests from far-flung worlds and star system of Sirius, Andromeda, the Isles of the Pleiades, Lyra, as well as nearby Venus, Earth, and little Pla, a moon of Venus.

While some of the guests are able to materialize at will; many choose to use the transport system within the vessel to arrive at their destination, a huge auditorium located near the center of the ship.  The room is many stories high, giving the impression of great space with, and can be adjusted according to the need for events large and small.  Today, the audience will consist of several thousand people and seating was arranged accordingly.  Also, imagine, dear reader, that many would be attending the event in their light bodies, during their sleep cycles.  For the most part, there would be no remembrance of the event upon waking, so it was felt that by presenting the event in this manner, it would assist those who will be ascending in future months to prepare their imaginations and to be able to step into the story as it were like entering into a dream.

As one entered the auditorium, you could see the seating arranged in a semi-circle around the curved stage.  There was a primary center aisle through which the graduates would individually approach the stage.  Each would be presented, one by one, and as they approached the stage with soft lights spotlighted upon them, behind the presented there was a huge screen which gave a multidimensional presentation of each graduate’s lineage, their starry origin, and soul family, their accomplishments and service upon Earth during this past evolutionary period, as well as a short delineation of their soul lineage, if appropriate.

While waiting to be presented, the graduates were seated on the right edge of the audience.  As their moment to be presented approached, they are individually escorted to the high end of the gently sloping aisle and allowed to walk forward through the audience.  During the walk, music from their home isle (planet) is softly played and the scent of flower from Home lingers delicately in the room.  Each graduate and member of the audience was carried up in a wave of love, gratitude, and joy for the honor or being present at such a moment.

Today’s Master of Ceremony is the Lord of the Pleiades, Lord and Archangel Adrigon VaCoupe.  The genius behind organizing the ceremony is Lady Claudine, Pleiadian Goddess of Change and Queen of the Pleiadian Isle of BerWare.  The celebrants participating in the ceremony are: Lords Sananda Kumara (aka Yeshua Ben Joshua); Sanat Kumara, Rananda Kumara (aka Lord Kuthumi) and my Higher Self, Lady Tazjma Amariah Kumara VaCoupe (aka St. Elizabeth, St. Clare) as well as other Masters and Light Beings who will be variously introduced within this commentary.

As we focus in on the auditorium, we see the audience is seated in a semi-circle around the stage and extending back up the gently sloping floor.  The audience includes a dazzling array of luminaries, from Lord Ginger Gia (aka Lord Krishna of Sirius A), Lord Michael and his mate, Lady Astraea, Lady Faith (Michael’s Divine Complement); Lord Raphael and Mother Mary, many other archangels and their Divine Complements and mates, including Lord Zadkiel, his Divine Complement Holy Lady Amethyst, and his mate, Lady Amazon.  All the Eagles of Archangel Michael are stationed around the edges of the auditorium, maintaining vigilance and upholding a temporary force field to amplify and uplift the frequencies of the celebration.

Of the primary planets or Isles represented, Lord Gia (aka Lord Krishna) is present, arrayed in a magnificent gold turban dressed in feathers and diamonds.  He is seated with His immediate family and household and those lords and ladies representing the Isles of Sirius, Lady Venus and other members of the Kumara Clan are present representing the hierarchy of Venus.  Lord Ashtar, Lord Benjamin Diaz, Commander of the Ashtar Command and the Lord of the Isle of Ashtar (planet) is in attendance, along with his family, mate, and Divine Complement (Twin Flame).  Several of his commanders are also present and seated with the Ashtarian contingent.

Lady Quan Yin, Lady of the Earth and Planetary Logos, is also present, as are current and past members of the Karmic Board and the Hierarchy of the Council of Light, and members of the Brotherhoods and Sisterhoods of Light.  The lords and ladies of other star systems (Andromeda, Lyra, the lighted Isles of the “Upper” Orion System, etc.) are also present.  The many ascended members of the Spiritual Hierarchy of Earth including the present occupant of the Office of the Planetary Christ; the various Chohans of the Twelve Rays, as well as the Manu (over-lighting Soul of an Evolution or Root Race) of several evolutionary cycles,  are present.

Many commanders, their families (the ones who could travel here to The White Winds) were also in attendance.  Many representatives and dignitaries from other star systems involved in the Command were also present.  Various family members and friends of each graduate were also present, in physical or light body form.

Those attending the celebration far outnumbered the array of graduates, just under 100 starseed volunteers who were about to undertake a major initiation of the Path of their Soul development, ascension from 5D to 6D, and for some, still higher.  All of these beings were among the original volunteers who went forth to assist in the evolution of humanity upon the planet variously called Earth, Tara, or Terra, which is ensouled by the great Light Being called Gaia.  All of these starseeds had graduated from the Earth School before in a prior evolutionary period, long before the Fall of Man and the planet into the lower densities of the third dimension.  They were inspired by the work of Sanat Kumara and the Serpents of Wisdom (other ascended beings from Venus) who had long ago (some 18 million years ago) descended to the planet to assist the new-born humanity in moving towards the goal of becoming a fully conscious, galactic civilization.  Needless to say, there were a few bumps in the road and the task and length of service were extended far beyond the expectations of many of the volunteers and their long-suffering families at Home.

Now was the time to begin processing a portion of these volunteers through a well-earned ascension and return to the presence of their families and friends on worlds and in lives that could only be imagined, dreamt of, and yearned for while incarnated upon Earth and serving within the cycle of reincarnation.

In the turning of one age to another, in this period of transition from Pisces to Aquarius, comes an opportunity for mass ascension.  This can only be accomplished by those who have served selflessly through many lifetimes, who have endeavored to return consciously to a connection with the Divine Spark that lives within all beings of natural origin.  There is also an opportunity for the planet as a whole to ascend, which is occurring now, a process which opens the opportunity for souls of higher vibration to incarnate upon the planet there to experience physical life.  Before it was a huge challenge to be present upon the earth and those who came and volunteered willingly have suffered greatly, often unacknowledged and sometimes ridiculed and attacked for being different. They were different, being the soul aspects (fragments/sparks) of Lighted Beings, all Masters and Ladies.  Naturally, where they went the higher frequencies of their multidimensionality, sometimes consciously, sometimes unconsciously…ever seeking that elusive connection with God, with the Creator, with Source…and with the Flame of Christ Consciousness that dwells within the heart of each individual touched by creation.

And so, we come to the ceremony itself.  My Higher Self, newly graduated to 7D and made a Lady of Light during her own ceremony, Lady Tazjma Kumara VaCoupe will be presenting by name each of the masculine graduates.  Her partner, Lord Rananda, standing on the other side of the Lords Sananda and Sanat Kumara, would present each of the feminine graduates as they approach the stage.

As the last member of the audience is seated, the room hushes.  Lord Adrigon steps forth.  He is an imposing figure, his chiseled face lightly bronzed, his strong tall physique arrayed in gold and violet-colored ceremonial robes from his desert home of Medina, an Isle of the Pleiades Star Federation.  His dark hair is gathered into many braids at the back of his head.  His bright, wide dark blue eyes lined with violet, survey the crowd gathered before him.  He bows gently in honor to all those present, acknowledging the Divinity that dwells within each breast.

Quietly, in his deeply toned baritone telepathic speech, Lord Adrigon conveys the meaning and purpose of this ceremony and the importance of this particular step on the journey of each ascension aspirant.  He shares a bit about his own journey in the creation of the wonderful vessel, The White Winds, and how it and other vessels serve as schools of teaching for spiritual aspirants upon Earth, preparing those who are about to incarnate, those who are in the process of actively ascending or returning to their original starry homes and every stage of development in between.  Upon The White Winds, many counseling and mentor-student sessions are given each night as the physical bodies of the aspirants lie asleep. The White Winds is also a place for family and friends to visit those who are reaching their ascension, to prepare for the reblending and returning process in their return to the Light Worlds at the conclusion of their soul-chosen time of service.

Lord Adrigon completes his speech and steps aside.  As the lights are slightly dimmed, a petite (7’2”) red-haired figures walks to the front of the altar.  It is Lady Nina, the reigning Shekinah, High Priestess of the Shemont, a huge ancient temple situated in the town of Medina on the Pleiadian Isle of Medina.  Lady Nina will make a devotional prayer and dedication for all present, dedicating the ceremony to the Great Mother of us all.  Large crystals and candles are arrayed on the altar, as well as a bowl of clear water, some flowers, and feathers.  These objects represent the elements of Fire, Air, Water, and Earth, which now Lady Nina invokes, honoring the Elemental Beings who assist in the creation of the physical realm.  She raises her hands turning to the Four Directions, as well as Above and Below, honoring the spatial creation of the physical realm.  And Light continues to swell, filling the vast room with a palatable essence of Love and Joy, raising up the hearts of all in attendance.  Lady Nina has set the frequency for the ceremony for the ceremony to follow.

The Shekinah, Lady Nina, is also mated to Lord Adrigon, the Lord of the Pleiades and the Master of Ceremonies for this great occasion.  Lady Nina was also a walk-in during her last incarnation upon Earth and a companion to one of today’s graduates, Lady Trillia Gia Kavioush.  Together, with other daughters of ascended masters and Chohans, these companions trained consciously on the Path of Return during the 1980s and ’90s.  Yes, Lady Nina herself was an early conscious volunteer for the walk-out process that Lord Rananda, Lady Tazjma, Trillia Gia, and now many others are currently experiencing.  Today, Lady Nina is the living representative of the energies of the Divine Mother and highly regarded in the Multiverse.  Many are the pilgrims who make their way to the Shemont as part of their devotional worship of the Divine Mother.  It is an honor to have Her Presence here today with us as part of these ceremonies.

Next, a grand Lady appears on the stage and steps between Lord Sananda and Lord Sanat Kumara.  She is Lady Claudine, Goddess of Change and currently Head of the Karmic Board of Earth.  She is a striking figure, over eight feet tall in height, with her white-blond hair piled high upon her head in an intricate weaving of braids, interwoven with diamonds, bright beads, and tiny bells.  The Lady is dressed in a glimmering white gown, embroidered with tiny colored beads made by her tribespeople of BerWare.  She is here in her capacity as a member of the Karmic Board to give a short presentation on the achievements and spiritual workings of each ascension aspirant.

Next appears Lady Isis, Mother Goddess Incarnate and representative of the Divine Mother.  In contrast to Lady Claudine’s pale beauty, Lady Isis is darkly bronzed, with high cheekbones, flashing dark eyes lined with violet, tall and slender, elegantly attired in a gleaming golden gown, with a tall intricate headdress upon her dark hair.  She is here to give a blessing to each graduate as they are presented to the audience.

The Lords Sanat Kumara, Sananda, and Lord Adrigon are present in their capacity as primary mentors and sponsors of the past evolutionary cycle, in which the graduates present have each served.  During the presentation, the Chohan or primary Master who sponsored each graduate will also give a brief introduction of their charges to the audience.  This portion of the ceremony has been pre-recorded and will be presented as each graduate is introduced.  After the primary introduction and blessings are given, each graduate will be given a specific honor according to their soul development.  Some will receive the designation of Lady or Lord of Light.  Others will receive honors from their mentors and sponsors, appropriate to their station and soul purpose.  Some of the graduates originally came from the fifth dimension; many will graduate to the sixth.  Others who originally stepped down from higher dimensions will be elevated once again or yet higher according to individual achievements and accomplishments made during their sojourn upon planet Earth.  Lady Claudine will announce the honor given to each graduate and allow the specific sponsor or mentor to delineate the contents and purpose of said honor.

Upon completion of the presentation of each graduate, a blessing for all present is received from the great Cosmic Lords of Light who oversee this Universe and its evolutions, the Lords Metatron, Melchizedek, and the Mahatma.  Blessings of light and love are received within the heart flames of each of the graduates, as their bodies prepare to hold the higher frequencies of the dimension to which they are all about to ascend.

Each graduate present is arrayed in a costume appropriate to the traditional ceremonial dress of their home isle.  Since many isles are represented, the costumes vary in color and style, from intricate, highly embroidered robes, to elegant gowns, colorful skirts and wrappings, and even simple but elegantly cut clothes such as those worn by the well-dressed Saint Germain.

The graduates are to be presented in order of their ranking in the Multiverse.

The Princess of Sirius, the lovely petite Lady Trillia Gia, Daughter of Lord Gia, mate to Commander Jon deAir Kavioush of the Sirian Fleet, is the first graduate to be presented by Lord Rananda.  With her bright white blonde hair piled high upon her head, glistening with many precious diamonds in the light, Lady Trillia floated with measured step down the aisle, a soft light focused upon her dazzling figure as soft Sirian chants are heard in the background.  Lady Trillia is arrayed in a stunning golden ceremonial sari. Her slender white arms are dripping with golden bracelets and bangles.  Diamond drop earrings hang from her delicate ears and as she walks, the gentle twinkling of bells can be heard from the anklets she is wearing.  A large diamond is centered on her forehead directly upon her third eye, representing her spiritual attainment and rank.  Tiny golden sandals can be glimpsed as she steps delicately upon the stage and stands before the Lords and Ladies to receive her honors and blessings.

From her primary sponsors, Lady Claudine and Lady Isis, the Lady Trillia receives accolades for her long service, including her most recent service in presenting the concept of the Pillars of Resurrection and the Resurrection Angels, who along with Lord Michael and his legions can be utilized to clear up areas of the astral field of the planet affected by battles and the miscreations of man.  Lady Trillia has been sponsored at length by Lady Claudine and Lady Isis.  She was trained in the etheric retreats of Lord Zadkiel and Holy Lady Amethyst, as well as the Canadian retreat of Lord Michael and Lady Faith.  Trillia also was an early participant in the walk-in/walk-out program, training with Lady Nina and other daughters of the Masters and Ladies present at this ceremony.

On this momentous occasion, Lady Trillia receives the accolade and honor of becoming a Lady of Light.  Lord Melchizedek, who has suddenly appeared in Light Body before the entranced audience and celebrants, presented Lady Trillia with His blessing as well as a golden crown designating her new status as a Lady of Light.  Her auric field expands as she is blessed, dazzling with the Golden Ray.  As her time on stage comes to an end, she steps off the side of the stage and is escorted back to her seat by her loving and very proud mate, Cmdr. Jon deAir Kavioush.

The second feminine graduate is Lady Amu Treya Kumara VaCoupe, the mate of my Venusian brother, Aman Treya Gia Kumara VaCoupe.  I watch my brother’s eyes light with pride as he sees his beloved mate step upon the stage to receive her blessings and accolades.

I will leave the celebration for the other participants up to the reader’s imagination.  Perhaps you know of who is or will be undergoing this magnificent initiation.  Perhaps you are one of the participants.  Only your heart can tell you for sure.  As each graduate is presented and given a present appropriate to their status on their home isle (planet) or star system, you can sense the atmosphere of the huge room rising in frequency.  All present are being lifted up by the joy and wonderment of those receiving recognition for a job well done.

As a group, the graduates are then blessed by the Lord Melchizedek and declared members of the Order of Melchizedek now and forever.  Tiaras or crowns appear for the ladies and neck chains with golden metals appear for the males signifying their new status as Ascended Masters and/or Lords and Ladies of Light.  Each graduate is then arrayed in a new body uplifting and magnifying their Presence as a Light Being.

As the ceremony progresses, delicate streams of music stir the hearts and minds of the participants.  Angels and devas can be glimpsed by those whose eyes are not dazzled by the spectacle occurring before their eyes.  And the scent of sweet roses, violets, and other more exotic flowers can be sensed in the delicate breezes that waft across the faces of those sitting and participating through the ceremony.

In closing, there are many remarks given in congratulation for the new graduates and expressions of encouragement for those attending who are from the First Wave, but who are not yet ready to undergo their own ascensions.  And encouragement to the Second and Third waves (and those coming after) who still have much work ahead of them in order to bring light and love into true balance upon the face of the planet for all life and all aspects of being therein.  Many of the Second and Third wave volunteers already have visited The White Winds or other motherships to continue with their training and spiritual mentoring by their chosen sponsors.  Those of the First Wave, who will be soon undergoing their own ascensions in the Light, meet and speak with their chosen walk-ins, who will be inhabiting the physical vessels they step out of as part of the walk-out and soul-braiding process of Ascension.

Make no mistake; those who are currently ascending AND returning to their home worlds and dimensions have served long and well.  Their soul journeys were designated by their Higher Selves and mentors long before their present incarnation.  The work that is still to be done by those who are in the process of ascending WITH the planet, in this instance, Earth, have also chosen their specific roles prior to their present incarnations.  Each soul is utterly unique in its journey and cannot be compared to another.  Thus, if judgment arises in those who are reading this commentary, release it.  In our journey together whether we serve from the Light Worlds or upon the surface of the Earth or other planets, it is a journey towards Unity, in the upliftment of Planet Earth, and that of other worlds in need of assistance in their movement towards becoming fully conscious Galactic Nations.  We serve out of Love, and in Love, we serve together, wherever in the Universe we might exist.  Remember, dear ones, outside the auric field of your planet, time and space are not the same.  We are One and serve with great devotion to Divine Father/Mother God, and to the Source from which we have all come forth.

As the ceremony closes, there is an air of jubilation and celebration from both graduates and those who have witnessed this momentous occasion.  And now…after a suitable period of rest, refreshment, and preparation, the celebratory exhibitions dance and ball begins.

While the celebrants have changed, the auditorium has been completely transformed into a magical setting, for the great gala to occur.  Thousands of tiny lights are suspended in the air above the floor.  A large dance and exhibition space is at the center of the room, with rows of seats arranged in a circle around the space, with aisles allowing for movement.  To the side of the presentation space, there assorted and heavily laden tables present, piled high with delicacies from many of the worlds represented, from exotic fish dishes from Sirius to beautiful fruit platters and smoothies from nearby Venus.  Finger foods of all descriptions, raw, cooked and baked, are available for those present, whether dancing or for just delighting the senses with their beauty, color, shapes, and fragrances.

To start off the presentations, a ceremonial dance by the famed dancers of the Isle of BerWare is presented.  First, twelve tall and stalwart males appear, dressed in brief loin clothes, and wrapped with ribbons and bead, upon which are attached tiny bells.  Each male, a magnificent specimen of physical strength, beauty, and dignity, stands facing outward from the circle.  The one hears the ringing of a tiny bell, although there is no movement.  The sound of other bells joins in the delicate chorus; still no movement from the dancers.  The exceptional skill of these dancers delights the attentive audience watching.  These dancers are trained from childhood to ring the bells without moving a muscle.  It is a cultural skill that defines the tribal customs of their society.

After the chorus of bells ends, female dancers join the males and a wild celebratory dance begins.  The females are dressed in flowing skirts of thin gauzy materials, colored in bright plaids and patterns, in a dizzying array of color.  The garments both cover and reveal the stunningly beautiful strong bodies of the dancers as they move through their ancient tribal display.  They are a tribal people, unique even among their home star system, the Pleiades.  Further descriptions of these wonderful, exotic people can be found along the descriptions of the peoples and beings of other Pleiadian isles in the book written by Lady Nina, “A Pleiadian in Time.”  Nina channeled the book from her remembrances of a Pleiadian lifetime when she toured many of the Isles, including Venus, Sirius, and Ashtar.

The next presentation is one from Sirius, homeworld of Lady Trillia.  It is similar to some of the temple dancing still done on Earth during Hindu ceremonies, some movements quiet and elegant, others wild and exuberant.  Presentations from other star systems and isles are given in order of how the graduates were presented in rank with their standing at home, in the galaxy, and the Multiverse.

Upon the end of these exhibition dances and performances, there is singing and instrumental music given.  Two special performers are made aware to my consciousness by remarks after my original recordings of the ceremony, are Lady BasRa Kumara, playing on her large standing harp the beautiful strains of “Ave Maria, accompanied by the singing of the renowned tenor, Eagle Thorpe.  Many other songs are offered during breaks between the dances open to members of the audience and graduates.  There was much to delight the eye, lighten the heart, and to take in during those magical moments of celebration.

As Lady Tazjma, I dance with my brother, Lord Sananda, as well as many others of the handsome lords present AND my dear loving mate, Lord An’Dra Dino.

It is a joy to be part of such a glorious company of interstellar and cosmic beings… whose beautiful, ever-youthful faces reflect the light and love of true divinity and graciousness.

Many blessings to all in attendance; may your most profound wishes come true in the dawning of the New Year and a new age for planet Earth.

Namaste, I bow to the Divinity within your heart flame and to your true nature as a Son and Daughter of the Most High.

I AM Lady Tazjma Amariah Kumara VaCoupe Dino, Sister of Light.

Note to Reader:  This celebration originally took place on Solstice, December 21, 2014, but is taking place in the ever-present Now moment, so even if you come upon this article some months or even years from now, you can still be present in the Now moment as you are a multidimensional being who is free from the constraints of time and space when beyond the auric field of your current home planet, Earth.

© All Rights Reserved, Eliza Ayres, www.bluedragonjournal.com  Permission is NOT granted to alter this article from its original written format.  No videos or recordings allowed.

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The Rainbow Body: A Great Ancient Mystery Never Fully Understood Until Now

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Note to Reader:  Does anyone have the full name of this speaker, “William”.  I recognize him, just can’t remember his name.  This talk was made before 2012.

Line Cmdr. Sundeelia – Remembrance, Part 9: “Motivation”

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Line Cmdr. Sundeelia – Remembrance, Part 9: “Motivation”

Editor’s Note:  I haven’t finished the part of this saga regarding the interlude that my soul spent in the healing houses of the planet, Arcturus… so here are further thoughts about and experiences from the life of Commander Delos, a Sirian who lived and died in the ancient galactic wars, also known as the great Star Wars…

Apparently, I’m not ready to abandon Delos to his fate just yet.  There are more depths to his character and motivations that require me to dig deep.  As with Delos, I am not afraid to face the darkness within, but seek to drag it into the light of introspection.  Perhaps my willingness to do so will aid others who shared in my experiences or similar ones during what has been referred to as the Orion wars or better known as the great Star Wars.  There is much healing to be done for many who are not yet aware of that need.  They will be…soon.

A sense of the richness of the Sirian culture is beginning to percolate to the surface of my consciousness.  I think Delos pushed a lot of that aside in his determination to focus on the matters at hand, keeping the people safe.  Towards the end, he became very simple in the manner of his dress, which his son, Aman the priest, interpreted as being an insult against his mother who was one of the wealthiest women in the great city of Sirust.  On the other hand, Delos’ mate, Anya, emulated his practices and ignored the protestations of her son by adopting the custom of wearing simple, well-made gauzy sheer white and gold sarees for her main form of dress.

What must be clear to some of my readers was the fact that Delos and his son were often at odds.  He did not understand his father’s motivations in going to war.

It’s little wonder that I feel a little distant from some of my reincarnated family members even now. I’m still working to release my prejudices and judgment against this young man who I felt did not understand my passion for war, for defending our worlds — it wasn’t that I loved war, I was just good at it, strategy, tactics, outguessing the enemy, tuning into the frequencies, knowing when and where to strike — these were all skills and talents…gifts if you will, that I brought into that incarnation. I was doing what I could do where and when I was needed. I didn’t fear death — that was obvious especially in my last moments. Delos was certainly a complex, talented man used to command. I know this is not my path today but he is still within me.

In bringing up these painful memories and visions, I am doing what I can to release, transmute, and transform these energies so I might move on.  I am not seeking to let go of what Delos was, but am intent in integrating that masculine part of my Being within.  I am striving to remember and resolve the pain, trauma, and misunderstandings that go along with fighting for freedom and the Light, often without the approval or understanding of those who know and love you.

I will tell you from a place of deep experience, it is not wise to stuff these feelings down like I was forced to due to the imperative need of the day…that is why I am only now able to address and release this deep, deep trauma.  There was simply no time to heal the wounds; I was forced by circumstance to move on, to the next battle, the next alarm, the next thing that had to be done to prepare the fleet.  I was the Commander, in charge, and so everything in my life including my long-suffering but patient mate, Anya, was relegated to the sidelines.  Any warrior will understand this driving need to protect and serve those he loves in the best way s/he knows, but unfortunately for the health of our relationship, my son was not a warrior and so rebelled against what he thought was wrong, ungodly behavior.  I am not making excuses for my actions, just stating what I see as the facts of our collective circumstances during those trying and painful days of the Great Star Wars…

It is my understanding now, in retrospect, that my son, Aman, was terrified of war, of death, and the destruction that it wrought.  I sensed this fear in those days when he angrily refused to attend the academy to which I wanted to send him to prepare him for entering into the space force.  Instead, he threw into my startled face his desire to become a priest and devote his life to praying, fasting, and asking forgiveness for his killer of a father.  I was stunned at his outburst but knew well enough what was behind it, so I let him pursue his desires.  He became a priest, a good one… and one day he too would serve the people by engendering the idea of the forcefield that would eventually protect the Sirian isles from invasion – but I didn’t know that at the time, didn’t have time to argue, and so I let him go.  It wouldn’t do to have someone who was unwilling to face his own personal demons before coming into contact with real ones.  I sensed the core of fear and understood.  Even as a warrior, I knew compassion for my men.  I learned that, in part, from a great one, Commander and Lord Lyonell, of the Pleiadian fleet, one of my early mentors.

In the early days of my apprenticeship with Commander Lyonell, he had me accompany a scouting/clean-up team that was going to visit one of the isolated Pleiadian isles after an attack.  Understand that the Pleiadian star system has thousands of isles within it and since the beginning salvos of the galactic wars, several smaller systems like that of Lord Lyonell and his feline people had entered under Pleiadian jurisdiction as their fleet was one of the largest around.  Still, the ships couldn’t be everywhere at once and so there were casualties.

As we flew over the isle in question at low elevation, the team could see indications of violent fighting, houses, and outbuildings on fire, crops destroyed, trees and shrubs chopped down, but there was very little evidence of survivors.  We wondered about this…until the scanning tech indicated to the captain of the crew that he spotted some life-signs a short way from the last group of buildings we had passed over.  We circled back and seeking an open space, landed.  The crew wisely used precautions, placing guards at the ship as the rest of us scattered in twos to search out the survivors.

What we saw made our stomachs clench… a woman was sprawled out on the ground.  Her clothes were torn, her face and what we could see of her body bruised and swollen.  She had been raped…that was obvious.

She was barely coherent but managed to grab up a hidden knife and aim it at the first man who walked up; she knew how to defend herself.  The officer kicked it away and bent down, speaking to her softly, moving closer.  She tried to crawl away and then stopped and stared directly at me.  Who are you?  These are Pleiadians…but who…what are you?

Most of the men I was with that day were pure-blooded human Pleiadians, solid, tall and dark-haired for the most part.  I stood out as I was slender in build, tall with white blonde hair and with the pale white-bluish skin of a high-born Sirian…something not often seen in these parts.  I would imagine that my mind was also slightly strange to her, as well.

I signed to the other men, wait there, and then approached her slowly, carefully, with my weaponless hands fully exposed in front of my body.   I directed a thought, “Friend”, and a stream of calming energies towards the woman who was now endeavoring to sit up.  I felt and saw her sense the energies and intent of my greeting and began to relax.   It was a trick, a skill that my Father had taught me, mostly to use around frightened animals, but it also worked on people in need.

I got down on my knees at her side when I sensed that she was now open to receiving help.  She then startled me by abruptly reaching out and placing her hands on either side of my face.  Instinctively I attempted to pull back but then stopped the motion as she began to send a series of relentless images directly into my consciousness, searing images:

Night, they came in the night…burning, shooting at people… (Sob) they grabbed the children, all the children and some of the women, killed the men…

 The images she sent into my consciousness were far more graphic than I care to share here.  Then she drew my face down to hers.  Dirty, streaked with tears, bloody with scratches, she looked wildly into my eyes…I saw what they were going to do with the children; I saw it in their ugly minds…!

 With the last horrible images etched across my consciousness, she sighed, and then fell into a faint.  I signaled to one of the other men to bring a stretcher.  The woman would need immediate care.

I’m not writing a horror story here, but if you have read or watch anything about satanic abuse and ritual then you will be quite aware of what was ahead for the captured children.  For the women, they would become slaves until they were killed, too.  The modus operandi of these creatures hasn’t changed in the thousands of years since the great star wars.  Yes, they’re here, on Earth, among you now; working in a slower, more covert manner than they did with us, but the intention is the same, to steal your world away and kill your people.  Some of them appear to be human, but they have only a semblance of a heart that keeps their bodies functioning; the rest is all arrogant darkness.

The men were horrified that these things were happening to their people, to the innocent ones…to anyone.  I conveyed my thoughts to them, although I wasn’t in command and not Pleiadian.  Let us survey the rest of the isle and see if there are any other survivors.  Then we must take this woman back with us to the mothership so she can receive medical care and healing.

The captain looked at me with amusement.  You’re not one of us…

 Does it matter?  She is a human being and needs help.  And there may be more who need our help?   

The captain nodded in agreement.  Do as the Sirian says.  Take the woman on board.  If she wakes, give her some liquids and keep her warm; she’s in shock and is badly hurt.

The isle was small so it was a quick trip.  I wondered if the woman we rescued was the one who managed to send for help.  Yes…came the faint telepathic reply.  I am the only one… I couldn’t save them!

Fortunately, the woman survived her wounds.  She was a tough one, a farmer’s wife.  At least as a Pleiadian female, she would not be subjected to the ordeal of suttee, a realization that appealed to my senses.  Then, with some guilt, I admonished myself for questioning the ancient beliefs and customs of my Sirian people.  Still, the idea stuck in my head, filed away for consideration later…

As she recovered on the return trip, I proceeded to quietly make friends with San’ai as she called herself.  She had an excellent talent for observation, was quite intelligent and possessed a strong will to live.  She described what she termed the slave ship that had landed smaller shuttles on her world.  The population was small on this simple agricultural isle, just three or four large extended families working huge acres.  This information amazed me; our farmers used many more people, but it did seem that some of the isles were very sparsely inhabited, indeed.  No wonder it was hard to defend them…

When we returned to the mothership, I spoke personally with Commander Lyonell after he had been briefed by the Pleiadian crew.  The lord was standing in his conference room, next to the large chair that he usually sat in during planning meetings.  He stretched his long arms up, much like a smaller cat, yawned, and then gave me a penetrating look with his golden eyes.  So what did you think about that little trip, Sirian?

In a swift flood of images, I conveyed what we had encountered, the woman and her story, what I thought should be done to better defend these more isolated isles… and finally, to recommend that the woman be given the option of joining the Command.  She was tough, a fighter, intelligent, and well suited to be of use…and her family was gone, her way of life destroyed.  When I was done with my report, I added, Now, I see why I need to continue this fight and do whatever is necessary to keep my people safe!

 Lyonell was silent for a moment, and then he yawned, again… Sorry, I need some rest; I’ve been on this since 0600.  He paused, looking at me thoughtfully, and said: You know…the captain was right about you.  You have a natural air of command and a degree of compassion and understanding not many warriors possess.  I foretell that you will go far in your Sirian fleet; that someday, you may even be its head commander!

He was right… a mere twenty years later; I was the head commander…until the day of my last battle.

Being the only Sirian here, I had intentionally kept another observation to myself… San’ai was afraid of the Pleiadians, at first, before she noticed me.  Why?  

You can see this as a story, but it is, in reality, my story…the story of an earlier incarnation as a Sirian male.  Some of the people involved in this story have walked into my life in this one or at least have come to my attention through social media.  I do not share these stories out of a desire to make myself look important in the eyes of others, but to assist myself in clearing the old energies of trauma, what I suffered as a warrior through being in battle, but more importantly, what others suffered around me through the seemingly endless years of war and attrition.  Even Sirust, the great sprawling capital city of Sirius A, suffered from vicious attacks, although they were rapidly repelled.  It was a revelation to our people about the importance of coming together to work to save our worlds; it was the seeds planted that eventually led the Sirian people to create a collective thought form that would forever protect their world.  And when that was completed and the safety of our worlds assured (Sirius A, Osiris, Ganat, and the other small isles and moons) it was time for our Sirian fleet to assist our Pleiadian allies in their battle to drive the enemy out of their star system.

My role in this great Sirian drama was at an end.  Due to my dedication to Sirius, my Father, Lord Chananda and his Father, Lord Krishna, appealed to the Lords of Karma for a special dispensation on my behalf, that I receive healing for my light body until it was time for me to reincarnate in another time and place.  I did not know of this until just as I write these words as this kind of knowledge comes when it is time to be dispensed and only then.  I do not know why I was afforded such consideration, only that I am truly grateful to the ones I still call Father and Great Grandfather today!

If my words can help one other person towards being able to release their ancient trauma from the Star Wars, then I have done well.  You see, what is going on in your world today is the culmination of those same wars.  They did not end when the fallen ones were thrown out of the higher worlds; they are here today among you, posing as regular people.  They are not.  Do not fall into fear, however, as Victory of the Light is at hand.  The Galactic Federation of Light, forged from those battles long ago, is here in your solar system and in your skies, to aid humanity in their fight for freedom!  Call for our assistance, as we respect your free will even as your enemies do not.

Peace to all,

I AM Line Cmdr. Sundeelia VaCoupe, of the Pleiadian Flagship, “The White Winds”

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Line Cmdr. Sundeelia – Remembrance, Part 7: “Confrontation”

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Line Cmdr. Sundeelia:  Remembrance, Part 7, “Confrontation”

Editor’s Note:  The Sirian people are telepathic.  I am attempting to convey their “speech” through the use of italics.  They actually use more in the way of concepts and visions, but for our slower minds here words will have to suffice…

The young second commander looked at the stern pale angular features of Lord Delos’ countenance with some concern.  He had known the head commander for some time, and had known of him for longer, the brilliant tactician and strategist, his uncanny way of knowing exactly where they would find the enemy ships; yet he knew better than to idolize his complex self-contained superior.  Still, something was off…he actually feared for his commander’s sanity as he quietly observed the head commander sitting on a bench staring at the floor and lost in thought.  He…he was so somewhere else

Jon? His commander’s deep telepathic voice resonated through his mental body.  It was the quality of the voice and presence that defined Lord Delos from every other member of the large crew.

Aye, sir? The second commander waited patiently until the other man’s attention returned to the room around him from wherever or whenever he had been in meditation.

Then he braced his legs to steady his body as the head commander’s orders flowed like a great overpowering river through his mind.  What?  Why?  Where?  He shook his head at the audacity of the plans.  You want me to take command, sir?

Yes!

Where will you be, sir?

Commander deAir, I will be the bait!

Sir!

Then young deAir stepped back involuntarily as Lord Delos looked up, two intense green eyes fixed on him intently.  There was a steel will behind that quiet set face.  Jon could feel it.  There wasn’t time to argue; the fleet was approaching the disputed edge of Sirian space.

You are well-trained, Jon.  You’ll know what to do!  There was a pause as the head commander looked down at his slender hands.  His long white fingers were gripped together tightly.  Lord Delos slowly pulled his hands apart and shook them gently.  Guess I’m a little tense!

A little tense, thought Jon, carefully blocking his mind to the Head Commander.  Ah… I would be too if I were going where he was…

Jon?

The young commander almost blushed, but he was too well-trained…trained by the very man who was now standing up and moving across the council room towards him.  He stood at attention, hoping his nervousness didn’t show up on his pale face.  Lord Delos merely nodded at him, gave him a penetrating look, reminding Jon of the eyes of a mountain eagle his brother had brought home long ago.

Yes, sir!  I will see that your orders are carried out.

Good.  Now I must get ready!

Jon stepped out into the passageway behind Lord Delos.  Sir, what ship do you plan to use?

An ironic smile briefly crossed the stern face.  My brother’s old scout ship will do for this trip.

Jon was appalled, once again.  That old wreck?

Yes, Jon, that old wreck; it will do nicely for this journey.

Jon was embarrassed that his thoughts had leaked out of his highly trained consciousness, but Lord Delos had his ways of deciphering frequencies that still baffled the young man.  He snapped to attention as the lord turned to walk towards his private quarters.

By the way, Commander DeAir, I have been honored to serve with you!

With those last parting words, Jon saluted his head commander’s back, knowing Lord Delos would feel his emotions without any effort.

And I, you, sir!

And the young commander spun quickly on his heels and strode off towards the command deck to convey the wishes…last wishes…of Lord Delos.

Delos entered his apartment.  It was sparsely furnished, just a single bed, a shelf for personal belongings, a small closet, and an extra blue uniform hanging from a hook on one bulkhead.  There were no personal mementos, no photos, and no images of the gods.  There was nothing to indicate that this was the quarters of the head commander.  Delos liked it this way, simple, clean, unadorned.  All that he owned was at home in Sirust.  All that he loved and cherished… was at Home.  Would he ever see it again…and knew the answer.  No.

He sat down on the hard bed.  Long ago, he had learned to sleep anywhere, even on cold, hard ground; the bed didn’t bother him.  If he had needed physical comforts they would have been provided him.  He was letting everything go…

Entering into a deep meditative state, Delos reached out to his Father, Lord Chananda in Sirust, the great capital of Sirius A.  Distance and time made no difference in this in-between place; there was no time or space here.  Father…

I AM Chananda.  What can I do for you, Delos?

Delos felt the comforting Presence of his Father surround him and relaxed slightly.  You know I love you, Father…

Yes…I know what it is you plan to do, Delos.

I knew you would.  I just could not say anything that last day…

Tears began to fall down the pale stern face as his Father’s great love softened his resistance…

You must do what you need to do.  I know you do it for the people, for the survival of our worlds.

Delos paused a moment.  Father, send the Angels to me.  I feel that I will have need of them today…

They will come on the Wings of Eagles, my son.  I love thee!

Some hours later, the preparation was ready.  The slower old scout ship moved out away from the cloaked fleet.  It was headed to an old outpost on a tiny isolated rock of an isle in disputed space.  The only person on the scout ship was Lord Delos.  Commander Jon deAir watched anxiously as the old ship moved across the dark depths of space.  And then there were explosions of light as an entire flotilla arrived simultaneously out of hyperspace to surround the aging vessel!  Jon’s jaw dropped in astonishment, and then he pulled himself together.  It was time for action!

Uncloak and attack, all ships!  Uncloak and attack!

It was a complete surprise as the Sirian fleet attacked the enemy for Lord Delos had seen to it that every ship in the Sirian fleet was updated with the latest cloaking devices from the Pleiadians and the Ashtarian fleets.  All except the old scout ship, that is…

The Sirian fleet had surrounded the area of the old outpost and immediately proceeded to burn their way into the opposing vessels with laze guns and cannons.  It didn’t take long until the dark sea of space was glinting with burning hulls of enemy ships floating aimlessly around.  It had been a complete rout!  And the Sirian fleet had only lost a few men, fewer wounded…except?

The crew on the command deck shouted aloud in triumph.  The uproar silenced when the commander stepped forward to the scanning station, signaling for quiet.  Where is the scout vessel?

Everyone knew he was really wondering, Where is Lord Delos?

Sir!  There it is!  The scanning tech zoomed into the viewer bringing an image onto the large screen in front of the command deck.  The scout vessel was listing.  There was a great hole in its outer hull.

Any life signs?

The medical monitor looked up from his instruments and shook his head. No, sir…sorry, sir!

Commander deAir straightened up, his jaw tightening even as he felt tears starting up.  For the first time, he felt the weight of command heavy on his shoulders.  It would be his duty to report to the Head Commander’s family, Lord Chananda and his son, Aman Kumara.

It was a victory, a great victory, sir!

Commander deAir looked at the man who had spoken up with a hard glance.  We lost a great man here today.  Never forget it!

He turned away and strode out of the command deck.  Let the Fleet know we’re going Home!

A couple of days later, the Commander found himself standing in a lovely private garden taking tea with Lord Delos’ father, Lord Chananda.  Jon found the older man quite imposing despite his slender build and quiet demeanor.  He sensed a powerful Presence behind the physical façade of the lord.

How did it happen, Jon?  Lord Chananda was casual in his address; he had known Jon for all of his life and was quite determined to put the man at ease.

He set a trap, my lord, and…and he was the bait.  He knew they would come if he was alone.  And they did.  They could not resist getting their collective dirty hands on…

Jon clenched his fists trying to control the emotions that were fighting to the surface.

Lord Delos loved you like a son, you know.  The soft inner voice cracked his disciplined shell; Jon sunk to one of the benches, tears flowing down his angular cheeks.

Why did he do it, my lord?

The answer surprised Jon.  To give us time…

Time?  Jon looked up at Lord Chananda with a mixture of emotions crowding his features, disbelief, grief, and a touch of anger?

Yes, Jon…time.   Lord Chananda got up and began to stride around the garden.  You will see…it’s in the planning stages.

Planning…?

Jon, you’re tired.  The older man strode up to Jon and shook his shoulder lightly.  Go home now…to your mate and children.  You haven’t seen them yet, have you?

No…I wanted to speak to you first.

Lord Chananda nodded and with a wave dismissed the commander out of the garden.  Go home!

As the commander entered the portico to find his way through the huge mansion to the entry hall, he nearly ran into Aman…the priest son of the Commander.  Aman.

Commander deAir.

Jon could sense a deep underlying current of mixed emotions in this man; like himself, the son could not understand the why of his father’s death…what he thought was a needless death.

Aman… The other man turned and stared at the commander, his mind clearly preoccupied with other matters.  Jon surged on… If it will help, the Commander…Lord Delos knew that the enemy was massing a great fleet on the borders of our space.  They were planning a huge attack, even on this city…

How did he know?  The priest’s finely boned aristocratic face was frozen with shock.

Jon shrugged.  He had his ways.  He just knew…

With that terse reply, Jon snapped a salute and marched out of the front door passing a startled guard.  He was glad to leave that house of mourning.  He felt the priest staring after him, but he didn’t look back.  Aman may have been Lord Delos’ son, but he didn’t know his father well.  And now he would never know him.

Less than a month later, Jon stood among the crowd who had come to gather to watch the latest series of suttee, widows all, who following the ancient custom of Sirius, were now to walk voluntarily into the pyre fires of their husbands.  There were five pyres lined up in the great park at the edge of the city.  It was a sad place, a place of sorrow today for one of the great women of the city was to take her last walk, the Lady Anya, wife of Commander Delos.

When Anya appeared in the break in the tightly packed crowd there was a distinct hush.  Jon looked around; all eyes were fixed on the tall slender figure dressed in a simple white saree.  There were no jewels bedecking her body, only a wreath of flowers around her neck.  Her pale blonde hair hung loosely down below her narrow hips.  She was like a virgin coming to a sacrifice…but she was not a virgin or a sacrifice.  She was fulfilling her duty after a month of preparation, fasting, and prayer.  She was already not of this world… Jon sensed the same determination and strength of will that he had witnessed in Lord Delos.  She climbed up the steps to her pyre and sat down on the bench provided there.  Her face was quiet, set, silent.  She stared out over the crowd, her eyes seemingly fixed on something they could not see.  The priests approached each of the pyres, holding up in their right hands a flaming torch.  Anya ignored them.  The fire started up, catching fast in the dry wood.  Her clothes were soon alight, but still Anya did not move.  She went to her death as Delos did to his, without fear.

Jon thought, they were a good match, this Anya and Delos, a good match, indeed.  For a moment he wondered where Delos was now…for he knew that such a man, such a courageous man would be born again…but where?

The priestesses began to sing hymns of prayer, redemption, forgiveness, and eternal love for the Creator as the five figures disappeared into the smoke and fire.  The people sighed.  They knew that these five would be reborn, again, but what would happen to those who did not return from battle?  There were no answers today.  The crowd began to break up and return to work or home.

And so it is done.  Jon strode away, heading towards his home where his children and his mate were waiting.  Life continued and he knew that he would meet Lord Delos someday, perhaps in another place, another time, but they would meet.

Where was Delos?  Well, I will end this part now.  Many of you who have been reading along already know that answer, Arcturus.

Peace to all,

I AM Sundeelia, Line Cmdr., of the Pleiadian Flagship, The White Winds.

P.S.  For anyone finding issue with the practice of suttee, the immolation of widows, please read part 5 of this Remembrance series.  Part 5 addresses the ancient Sirian culture and many of its customs.

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Line Cmdr. Sundeelia: Remembrance, Part 6, “Sacrifice”

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Line Cmdr. Sundeelia:  Remembrance, Part 6 – “Sacrifice”

The tall, slender young man strode defiantly into the garden where his Grandfather was waiting for him.  Lord Chananda ignored him for a moment, instead, he conveyed all his attention on the colorful male peacock that was strutting against the white wall of the enclosed private garden.  What a beautiful creature, he thought.  Which one? came an internal query.  A secret smile crept across the older man’s strongly defined features.  Then he turned and surveyed the young man from head to toe, the guarded mouth, the tension in his jaw, the stiffness in his shoulders.  Lord Chananda shrugged and then let out a sigh, thinking, “So like his father…”

The grandson, Aman, stood quietly as his grandfather’s light green eyes passed over him.  Yes, he was angry, upset, confused… his father had just committed a dangerous act of entering enemy territory with a small fleet of ships.  And his inner awareness could no longer feel his presence in his mind, where he had always been since the time of Aman’s birth.

“Aman!” The resonant telepathic voice was like a whip hitting him, even as a wash of warm loving energy stole over his body.  The young man straightened his long tunic and repositioned the shawl that was draped casually over his shoulder.  He missed his priestly robes, but the summons from his grandfather seemed urgent.  He pulled at one gold earring, wondering at his own nervousness.  He knew that somehow his life was about to change…

“Sir,” replied the young man, slightly hesitant.  Then he blurted out, “My father…!”

“Yes, Aman…your father.”

“What happened?”

The tall lord hesitated for a moment and then said quietly, “Your father is dead in battle.”

You could not feel his passing? The internal query shook him to his core

Despite his anger and upset towards his strong-willed father, his son staggered with the shock of the bald statement from his serene grandfather.  Lord Chananda stood quietly waiting for Aman to recover.  It took a while as, despite their differences, son and father loved each other deeply.  Finally, Aman straightened up, again, and looked into the pale green eyes of the older man.

“What does this mean?”

The reply was a rebuff, swift and harsh, “Your mother…” There was a brief pause.

“…must enter the funeral pyre after a suitable time of preparation and prayer.” The young man was as pale as the white sash about his waist.

Lord Chananda nodded, “You of all people should know our custom.”

“Yes…yes…of course.”  Aman nodded slowly, his eyes blurred with tears.  When were these wars and battles going to ever end?  Many of his friends and companions from school had already perished in battle, their mates releasing their lives within the funeral fires.  “I will send a priestess to prepare her.”

Lord Chananda waved his hand in dismissal, “There is no need.  I have sent for her.  And she already knows.”

“Where is he…?”

“He died in space.  He will not be returning to us…”

For those readers who are not aware of the Sirian beliefs on reincarnation, it was felt that a soul would be reborn on the planet of their birth if and only if s/he died within the atmosphere of the isle.  Since Aman’s father had died in space, it could not yet be determined where his soul would choose next to reincarnate.  He would not be returning to Sirius. 

The Sirians regard the physical vessel as a temporary vehicle.  They are quite aware of the journeys that some souls take as they climb the ladder of soul evolution.  Some souls move at a slower pace; some move like a wildfire.  Aman’s father was one of the latter.

Aman stared at his grandfather, a man whom he regarded as a kind, gentle, sometimes distant person given his vast age and experience.  His grandfather’s face was quiet and serene, as usual, but Aman could feel the grief within.  However, Lord Chananda was not given to sharing his thoughts or emotions with his grandson.  The great lord had lived long enough to see many sons die young and many daughters go into the fires; Aman’s father was but one of the latest, but… there was nobody to retrieve.  He was lost in space.

“Aman, you will retire from the priesthood and find a mate!” The quiet order from his grandfather startled Aman, but he knew enough not to argue.  An order from his grandfather was due to an instruction directly from Source.  As a man of his House, Aman, too, knew his duty.  Too many young men and women had died due to the wars, especially from the higher castes that produced most of the warriors and commanders.

It was with a shiver that Aman realized that he was now the head of his House, after his Grandfather and Great Grandfather, Lord Krishna.

Lord Chananda spoke up again, disturbing the young man’s whirling thoughts, “What woman will you select as your mate?”

“Ananda Devi Kavioush,” blurted out the startled young man.  He blushed and then realized that his parents, Lord Delos and Lady Anya had hoped that the young Ananda would be his mate.  She was of high birth, being the daughter of a cousin to the mother of the present Lord Kavioush, ruler of Sirust.  He remembered with a shiver the sight of her thick white blonde hair hanging down below her waist when they used to play with the other children, the flicker of a smile across her sweet face, the long dark lashes hiding her deep green eyes.  Then he realized, with some irony, how his wily father had trapped him into fulfilling his parent’s greatest wish, to see their child happily mated and settled.  Then he remembered, “Ananda… she is a priestess.”

The older man smiled briefly, “That is of no matter; she has been freed of her vows, as well.”

Aman could hear his father chuckle in his head.  Was he really gone?  The wily warrior had won another battle.  He knew…he knew!

Lord Chananda watched his grandson leave the garden and enter the passageway to the rooms that were kept for him when he visited the mansion.  He would have to remind the housekeeper to arrange for the young man’s belonging to be moved to other quarters, suitable for his new rank.  And then he smiled gently, feeling the awareness of this indefatigable woman as she acknowledged his request…as already being done.

Dropping into deep meditation as he sat on the cool stone bench, he stretched out his vast causal body in search for the consciousness of his son.  There…a bright light beyond the stars… our stars, on the edge of Sirian space.  There was debris floating through the dark spaces, the remnants of a great battle.  What had happened here?  And then, reaching out, again… he felt the withdrawal…no, the protecting mantle of another great Being, Beings…surrounding the life essence of his son’s light body.  Where? He queried the silent Presences.  Arcturus…they replied, for healing.  Silently within, he nodded, understanding.  And someday, he knew he would again meet the one who had been a beloved, brilliant, and at times difficult son.  And he knew to the core of his being that this one would be very changed in appearance and no longer Sirian…

Two months after the death in battle of his father Lord Delos and one month after the death of his beautiful mother, Lady Anya, on the funeral pyre, the young couple Aman and Ananda celebrated their matetation (wedding) according to the ancient customs of Sirust.  Covered with leis of fragrant flowers, bedecked in gold jewelry and pearls, and wearing bright orange and yellow robes, the young couple was paraded through the streets of the great city, past the sprawling mansions and gardens, up the hill to one of the greater Temples.  Despite the depredations and hardships of war, the citizens of Sirust came out to celebrate the beginning of a new life for these two young people…and perhaps a new beginning for their world, as well.

As he stood before the high altar, for a moment Aman felt disoriented as he looked into the familiar face of one of the priests who had instructed him long ago in the sacred rituals.  Then he glanced over at the radiant face of his lovely bride and felt a great peace come over him suddenly like a beautiful blessing.  He knew then that his father and mother approved of the union and were pleased.  With that, he let go of his anger and grief and concentrated on the beautiful ceremony and the life ahead.

Two years later, the young couple was blessed with the birth of twins, one daughter and one son.  As a proud grandfather bent over the cradle holding the newborns, he felt a familiar essence…in fact two familiar essences… one was Tazo reborn.  And no, the daughter was not Delos… for he was somewhere else altogether…

Thus ends this part of my Remembrances series.  As one might wonder how I’m going to tackle the next part, the battle between the Belials and the Sirian fleet.  I’m not a military tactician in this life or a professional writer…or for that matter, even a male.  How will I know what Delos is thinking and feeling?  We’ll see… in the next part of this shaggy dog story.  I will say this… writing is an excellent way for me, at any rate, to process these memories and glimpses into a whole different world and time.  I cannot guarantee the accuracy of my record put down here as it is just impressions of a place and people who are very different, yet similar to us at the same time.  Life and the celebration of life, the joy it can bring despite any hardships is enough to keep me going through everything that is presented to me, here and at Home, for I AM one who lives in two worlds at once.

Peace to all,

I AM Sundeelia VaCoupe, Line Cmdr. of the Pleiadian Flagship, The White Winds.

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Line Cmdr. Sundeelia – Remembrance, Part 5: “The Sirian Culture”

Lord Krishna

A depiction of Lord Krishna from Indian art.

Line Cmdr. Sundeelia – Remembrance, Part 5:  The Sirian Culture

Inevitably, when telling a true story of Sirius there will be a reader or two who questions the narrative, as well as the customs of this ancient culture.  As a Pleiadian, I have been fortunate to be a personal friend of several Sirians, some to whom I am distantly related through the Kumara lineage.  I have also had many conversations with Princess Trillia Gia and her walk-in replacement, my own sister, RaNia VaCoupe.  These conversations have given me an insight into the Sirian culture that is virtually near to being impossible if you do not know a living Sirian.  The channeled material is frequently quite wrong, filtered as it is through the heavily programmed consciousness of an Earth human.  Although I cannot say that my memory here in this vehicle is crystal-clear, I am constantly being updated and aided by my mentors and kin at Home.

This story or series of stories of mine is taking on a life of its own, so I am endeavoring to keep each section short, understanding that human attention span is somewhat limited these days (smile).

Understand that the Sirian culture was zillions (yes, zillions) of years old before records were kept and its historical records go back for millions of years further than that (which is known) of Earth.  We will share more of the words of Princess Trillia to edify those reading (you can find these teachings on Trillia’s website, www.thestarseedhighway.com):

“Sirians of the higher castes who reside on Sirius A always have very white skin with white blonde hair. It is said that our complexions are so white as to shine of a soft blue. Our eyes are always a bright light green color when of pure blood, with the exception of Lord Krishna who has large bright blue eyes. All have lined eyes as our tradition. Married women all tie their hair up and dress in a style similar to a saree. The men have white blonde hair worn loose to their shoulders and often ring their earlobes with golden earrings. The men of the city wear loose fitting pants with a shirt usually worn open with a long scarf or shawl of a different color draped over their shoulder. Most Sirians are 7′ – 8′ tall and slender, never weighing more than 200 lbs. Our gold jewelry and gold braiding denote our wealth.

Our caste system allows Sirians to rotate from one caste to another to appreciate and know all forms of life. No one is ever poor or without as on Earth. Our caste system has always been a part of Sirius. The lower castes choose to live 100 – 500 years while those of upper castes choose to live 500 – 600 years; each year is measured in the thousands of earth years.

As we are you and you are we, we look very similar to many of Earth.  We seeded your land with the life of many forms including dolphins and whales, cats and even butterflies.  Others followed us, such as your other star families from Venus, Lyra, Ashtar, Neptune, Andromeda, Orion, the Pleiades and Arcturus to name but a few.  Does this surprise you to know that we are human as you, yet not of 3D Earth?  You are our family.  On Sirius, we create our children and give birth as you, yet without pain.  To bring forth life is sacred and the highest honor to be parents, whether mother or father.  If you are Pleiadian you create life in another manner, yet this is the story of our lives in Sirius…” To the original page…

Yes, this is a story of one who lived as a high caste male on Sirius A, long ago.  As when reading any story, you need to place yourself in the minds and hearts of the participants, to accept their culture even if you do not understand it.  The Sirian culture is, indeed, extremely old.  They are a deeply spiritual people who are devoted to God.  Although many Earth humans share a common ancestry with those of the Sirian star system, the humans who have grown up on Earth do not have the advantage of knowing where you will be situated in a culture when you are born.  Depending on the caste in which you are born, your entire life is predetermined, who you will mate, where you will live, and how you will work…as well as that touchy subject, how you will die.  Understand that death is only “touchy” or frightening when you do not know that you will be reborn and that you have choices as to when, where, and how.

The ancient caste system of the Hindus is about as close to the ancient Sirian culture as you will find on Earth.  If you are unaware of your own planet’s history, the caste system was outlawed by India upon gaining its independence from Great Britain in 1947.  This is not the case on Sirius.  Many of you who are starseeds and who have long incarnated upon this planet have, perhaps, a fairytale version of what a civilization in the higher worlds should appear.  Remember your saying, “I’m only human!” Well, we are human also and perhaps not as perfect or idealized as you may have imagined or have been told by channelers who have not yet fully cleared their inner vision. We will say that the Sirians love their culture, their world, and their way of life.   Those souls who have incarnated chose those worlds and its culture.  It is what it is.

In particular, the ancient practice of suttee seems to upset those of delicate sensibilities and a lack of awareness of the cultural mores of another people.  In seeking to answer my own questions regarding this ancient custom I asked some pointed questions of my sister, RaNia.  As the placeholder walk-in of the Sirian Princess, Lady Trillia Gia Cavioush, she has a better perspective of this practice than I.  In her words:

“As far as (the practice of) Suttee goes, it is for all people (women) regardless of caste. Only those who are wealthy regardless of caste can afford to become outer Sirians. I know of none who live on Sirius A, Osiris (Sirius B) and Ganta (Sirius C) or any of the smaller isle/moons who dare to not adhere to this agreed upon system-wide tradition.

Before a soul incarnates within any system or upon any isle in general…they review and agree to the established rules or laws. I say in general because when a soul dies within the atmosphere of or upon any isle they are then required to reincarnate there. I guess the gravity or energy field of the isle holds the soul essence magnetically…

Only during the Star Wars were so many young women stepping within the Pyres… The percentage of such was unprecedented.  Before the ending of the wars in the Sirian star system, many priests and priestesses were required by Source to put aside their vows of celibacy and mate so that the population could be reestablished once again.

 The souls who mate it is believed to agree to come together to work as a balanced loving team as such…then to depart together and then return again to re-mate.”

In her last life here, my elder sister Tazjma VaCoupe felt a deep connection to the Hindu culture of this planet.  She did not understand it all, but there were aspects that attracted her like the costumes, music, the gardens, and some of the architecture.  In 2012, near the beginning of starting this blog, she was contacted by a great Being, The Divine Director, whom she understood as a member of the spiritual hierarchy that works with this planet’s evolution.  It was only fairly recently that I learned that the Great Divine Director is from Sirius A.  There he is called Lord Chananda.  He is one of the Sons of Lord Krishna.  He has long worked on the Blue Ray of power, strength, and divine love, primarily with the Divine Blueprint of each soul embodied here.   The Theosophists know the Great Divine Director as Master R, mentor to Saint Germaine, El Morya, and Kuthumi. The Hindu people know and love Lord Chananda as Ganesha, the elephant-headed god of prosperity and joy.  And so he is, a gentle, loving Being whom I am proud to say is one of my many fathers.  And we have spoken together on occasion.  My love for Lord Chananda in no way interferes with that of my tremendous love and respect for my present Pleiadian Father, Lord Zadkiel.

I know that it sounds strange…having a multitude of fathers, but it is a reality for those who live long and are reborn often with the same individuals in our families.  One of my male cousins was an elder brother in my first life as Delos.  Today, he is an archangel.  Back then he was a Sirian warrior, wounded in the Star Wars, and the one who brought up the children of my twin, Tazo, and I.  He was ably assisted by my then younger sister, who, today, is my elder Pleiadian sister, RaNia VaCoupe.  Perhaps now you begin to understand that, in the higher worlds at least, family is always family and greatly cherished.  Such is not the case now on Earth, as many of your familial relationships are karmic in nature.  Until the karma is balanced, the lessons repeat, sometimes with the same individuals, but more often with persons of the same resonance and frequency.  Change your frequency and you will change your life and future timelines.

Ancient cultures are slow to respond to change, but circumstances were forced upon our people and our world during those long years of the galactic wars.  You might understand the attrition rate of the population, for as the warriors fell, their mates took suttee, walking fearlessly into the fires of purification, so that the two souls might meet again in a future life.  I knew my fate.  I did not wish for my wife to suffer, but she also knew her place and her duty and would perform it well.  One does not judge the manner in which we were brought up; one accepts it and embraces it as we honored our God with songs and chants in the ancient temples every week.

Since this explanation of the Sirian culture has taken longer than originally thought, I will continue on with this story of my life as Commander Delos in the next part of these Remembrances.

Peace to all,

I AM Line Cmdr. Sundeelia VaCoupe, of the Pleiadian Flagship, The White Winds.

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Line Cmdr. Sundeelia – Remembrance, Part 2 – “Commander Lyonell”

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Line Cmdr. Sundeelia – Remembrance, Part 2:  “Commander Lyonell”

Earlier in the week, I woke up feeling slightly ill.  After waking up a bit, I realized that another chunk of remembrance was about to be downloaded into my consciousness here.  I had already remembered a bit of what was going to be revealed in this second lifetime.  The pictures or memories come at odd times, but mostly when I’m in the presence of my Pleiadian sister, who is another walk-in here on Earth.  Lady Claudine popped in briefly, channeled through my sister, RaNia, to let me know what was coming.  She was very excited that I was near to completing my personal goal of remembering, clearing, and releasing the ancient trauma suffered through the Star Wars.  Then she was off, again, to yet another meeting with one of the High Councils on The White Winds. 

A note to those who may be skeptical of my claims to be this and that… you can think of these stories as a fanciful tale, but I know what and who I AM in Truth.  Life here among the sleepers is odd, indeed.  And even though I have full remembrance “above”, it arrives here to my filtered “human” consciousness in dribs and drabs, and only when I am ready to receive it unconditionally.  This is part of my “mission” here, as well as clearing the remainder of my sister Tazjma’s karma/trauma, for she was also there with me during the Star Wars, as were many of the Pleiadian starseeds presently incarnated upon Earth.  We are here to serve humanity.  We are here out of Love.

First, I remembered my time studying with a great Pleiadian leader, Lord Lyonell.  Lyonell, who was not born a Pleiadian, was king and lord over his own small solar system, a system consisting of five moons and three isles (planets).  When the Belial forces from the lower Orion system began to attack the system, Lord Lyonell appealed to the Pleiadian fleet for protection.  In return, the little system became a part of the greater Pleiadian territory, although Lord Lyonell retained his lordship over his own system.

What was unusual about Lord Lyonell or would seem so to some Earth humans is that he was (and is) a Feline humanoid.  At the time of our meeting, Lord Lyonell was an impressive figure, standing over nine feet tall, his powerful leonine frame towering well over my slender eight feet.  Despite the differences in our physiques, we instantly took to each other and became great friends.

At the time I was the eldest son of Lord Chananda, a great Lord of Sirius A.  My name (as far as I can remember it) was Delos’anda’Ra.  It was my second life in this quadrant as a son of Lord Chananda, who was, in turn, the second son of the religious leader of Sirius A, Lord Krishna.  Lord Chananda was (and is) related to Sanat Kumara, who is the Lord of Venus along with his beloved Divine Complement, Lady Venus.  Lord Chananda has lovingly informed me that we have often shared lifetimes together in another quadrant of creation…

In meeting with Lord Lyonell and training under his direction, I was completing my training to become the Head Commander over the now impressive Sirian Starfleet.  During the intervening years between my previous death and subsequent rebirth, the Sirian fleet had grown in size and strength.  We had learned much from war whether or not we wanted to… for we were determined to survive.

It was from our Pleiadian allies that we learned about Lord Lyonell.  When his solar system entered into the Pleiadian Federation, he requested to be allowed to enter into the Command, as well.  Within a few short years, he proved his value as he began to teach the Pleiadians how to turn the tables on the enemy.  With his natural feline hunting skills and great intelligence, Lord Lyonell taught the Pleiadians the art of space guerilla warfare or how to outflank the enemy.  The Pleiadians no longer merely defended their home territory; they pursued the enemy relentlessly from their skies.  It was still a tough time for the Pleiadians as they had many more isles than we.  Lord Lyonell is honored even today as being instrumental in aiding the Pleiadians in their ultimate defeat of the Belial forces.  We of the higher worlds do not forget.

For a time I spent training under Lord Lyonell and actively participating aboard a Pleiadian ship.  I found the company very refreshing and different from the stricter Sirian protocol, but I never lost sight of what I was trying to accomplish by being there.

From Lord Lyonell I learned techniques of hunting and attacking without being detected by the enemy until the last minute when it was already too late.  It was determined by the Pleiadians that the enemy was determined to destroy their isles by utilizing different tactics.  We had to return in kind while keeping ourselves in alignment with the Laws of the Universe.  We had a duty and right to defend our people and territory, to protect our cultures and way of living.  We had a right to take the war to the enemy, even if that meant taking it to his territory, as well.

Lord Lyonell was magnificent, sharing his stories, and making sure that all of the people under his command were battle-ready, but also healthy and strong.  His generosity with his time and knowledge impressed me, as well as his great wisdom garnered from a long life of leading his own independent people.  His people were admirable, tall, strong, their long, lean bodies covered with short golden fur, covered now by the standard issue Pleiadian silver-colored uniform.  Still, while on board the starships, these feline humanoids preferred to walk barefoot on the deck, despite the cool temperatures of the long passages in the battleship cruisers.

Some of the Pleiadian felines wore tribal markings; beadwork braided through their tawny manes, as well as tattoos on their sculpted angular faces with the distinctive high cheekbones and black-lined golden eyes.  Lord Lyonell wore none of these, only a small badge on the front of his uniform giving his designation as a Commander and a tiny crown indicating his rank on his home isle.  It was enough; we all knew who he was anywhere on board ship; it was enough to listen for his booming voice carrying through the hallways and on the command deck.

Besides battle techniques, Lord Lyonell also augmented my own already considerable abilities to discern energy signatures.  Sometimes we practiced well after quitting hours to allow me time to learn to recognize a different signature and to track down the source.  Even today, in my present lifetime, serving abroad a Pleiadian ship as a native Pleiadian I am utilizing these same skills and more.  As my Father told me once, I brought ALL of my gifts into this lifetime for I knew I would have need of them all.  For those of my readers who might be alarmed with my sharing of this information, know that these gifts are being used “above” on board The White Winds.  There is only about 8 to 10% of my consciousness present in my Earth human vehicle… and I’m officially “off-duty” while here.  Yes, I am psychic.  Yes, I channel a bit, and yes, I am very sensitive to energies.  And that is the extent to which I can claim any special gifts.  Much of what I share comes through as downloads, rather on a “need to know” basis.  As I continue to work on releasing traumatic memories and related physical conditions, I will perhaps learn more.

Dear readers, know that the great one who has reincarnated again within the greater Pleiadian system also sent a fragment of his self here to Earth.  Can you guess who he might be?  Let me know your guess in the comment area below.  I will share his identity later.

This ends the second part of my Remembrance series.

I AM Line Cmdr. Sundeelia VaCoupe, of the Pleiadian Flagship, The White Winds.

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Line Cmdr. Sundeelia: Remembrance

sirian star ship

Sundeelia – Remembrance

Well, I suppose some people are interested in what I have to say about life here on Earth…from the perspective of a Pleiadian angelic.  And there are many who would challenge my assertion that I’m a walk-in rather than an incarnated Earth human.  To the latter, I say, whatever.  Your opinions mean nothing to me.  I know who and what I AM.

Outwardly life has been excessively quiet.  I was involved in a long-term project which has wound down for the time being, but which might spring to life at any moment.  All I can do is be patient.

On the inner clearing level, last Monday I reached another level of remembrance about the ancient galactic wars that some call the Orion Wars or Star Wars.  I now remember my three main lifetimes within that long ago period which echoes across time and space as you, my dear Earth humans, are in the midst of the final cleanup of that same war.  This was verified to me by two great Beings whom I trust and love, Lord Jychrondria and Lady Claudine, both kin from the Pleiades.

For those who are curious, you can access a short excerpt of my first lifetime in my short story, “Star Wars: The Last Patrol”, https://bluedragonjournal.com/sundeelia/sundeelia-star-wars-the-last-patrol/.

Since writing “The Last Patrol”, I have learned more about that life and those who were a part of it.  In fact, I have met and now know of a few people who played important roles in that first lifetime on Sirius A.  One was my mate, another was my sister-in-law, and another was my as yet unborn child, who was posthumously born after my death in space.

To understand the trauma suffered by I and my family members during the initial start of that series of wars, you must come to an understanding of the beyond ancient culture of Sirius A.  For starters, you must understand that certain castes within the Sirian society still practice, to this day, the custom of “suttee”.  The British first encountered this practice in India among high caste Hindu, especially in the Hindu Indian states.  Where did this practice originate?  The Sirian star system.

Long ago, Lord Krishna and his Sirian people colonized the region of India.  The ancient customs of their homeworld became the new customs of this star colony.  The roots of East Indian civilization are very old, indeed.  At one time, most Indians had Sirian ancestry.  Many still do.

Suttee, Sanskrit sati (“good woman” or “chaste wife”), the Indian custom of a wife immolating herself either on the funeral pyre of her dead husband or in some other fashion soon after his death. Although never widely practiced, suttee was the ideal of womanly devotion held by certain Brahman and royal castes. Encyclopedia Britannica, https://www.britannica.com/topic/suttee

So… suttee, in India is now a forbidden practice, yet it remains an active practice on Sirius A.  The reason I have been given to understand is that when Sirians are born, they come in knowing their purpose and soul agreements for the present life.  The agreements include who they are to mate.  When the husband dies, whether from an accident, old age or in battle, the wife is expected to step onto the cremation platform and immolate herself.  Apparently, if the woman chooses not to do this, she is, in effect, excommunicated and will probably need to leave Sirius A, as she has questioned ancient practice and custom.  If, however, the woman dies first, the man is not required to commit suttee.  When the male mate dies, the woman’s life is shortened and she will soon fall ill and eventually die in great pain.  It is considered more saintly to step into the fires and prepare to be reborn in a future life.   The Sirians are well aware of reincarnation and the roles that each of us takes in our lifetimes together.

So, perhaps you can guess the fate of my mate?  When my twin and I died in the explosion that destroyed our small starship, both of our mates were required to commit sutee.  This had long been and still is the current practice among high caste Sirians.  What was perhaps worst for my mate was the fact that she was bearing our child, a daughter.  After our daughter was born, my mate entered the fires and died.  The deaths did not end there.  Our family also lost the brother to my mate and her sister, as well as the promised to my younger sister.  Since my sister had not yet mated, she was spared the ordeal of suttee, but she also decided never to marry.  Instead, she dedicated her life to bringing up the daughters of my twin and I.  Also, my elder brother from that lifetime played surrogate father to our daughters.  Today, all the players of this ancient family are being reunited, some as Eagles of Archangel Michael, and some as incarnated starseeds on Earth… as well as I and my sister, Pleiadian walk-ins.  We all know well that death is not the end of life.  Life continues as our storylines weave with that of other souls, through this quadrant and others.

Obviously, for some of the participants of this story, there is still some residual trauma.  I am myself now even clearing my own.  Each individual is responsible for clearing their trauma when it comes up for examination.  This process doesn’t mean you have to re-experience the entire proceedings of your death.  However, I tend to see everything, like I am viewing a movie.  Typically, tears will fall as the emotions pour forth, but I soon regain my composure.  And as I remember I become more whole and healed.  Now I can understand why I was unable to process the deep grief and guilt I felt at leaving my mate to her fate and my child in the hands, although capable, of another relative.  My death and hers were not my fault.

As a recent walk-in, I know some readers might have some difficulty understanding why I am here and why I am working on ancient trauma from various episodes of a war seemingly long forgotten, certainly by humanity.

Well, to answer the questions, I will say that Earth is currently experiencing the final wrap-up of the ancient Star Wars.  The “enemy” is here.  Having died at their hands, I recognize the energy signature and frequency of the Belials, who once attacked my homeworld and those of our galactic allies.  The same beings that are regarded as “the elite” on this planet are those who carry some of the blood of their forebears, the Belials.  Some of these beings are not even human but are capable of shapeshifting enough to hide their true identities as extraterrestrial interlopers.  Others have mixed their blood with Earth humans, whom they regard as inferior and subservient to their own kind.  The aggressive nature of these interlopers has been introduced into the human genome by genetic engineering. All of these unnatural and uninvited beings are in the process of being removed from this solar system.  As the true Earth humans awaken to the fact that their world has been invaded from within, they are finally taking steps to remove these enemies of humanity.  You will know them, the Belials, through their works, their service-to-self nature, and their absolute disdain for the human virtues such as humility, compassion, and cooperation.

Tomorrow, I shall continue on with my personal story of the ancient Star Wars in Part II – Remembrance.

I AM Line Cmdr. Sundeelia VaCoupe, of the Pleiadian flagship, The White Winds

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Line Cmdr. Sundeelia: More on Healing Ancient Trauma

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Line Cmdr. Sundeelia:  More on Healing Ancient Trauma

Recently, it was brought to my attention and awareness of how ancient trauma affects one’s bodies during a present incarnation.  While I am what you might call a “special case” being a walk-in and not actually incarnated upon Earth. The vehicle in which a portion of my consciousness now resides was the vehicle of my sister who has recently reblended and ascended Home.  As a consequence, I am here clearing up what portion remains of my sister’s karma or trauma and that of my own, specifically originating in the ancient Galactic or Orion Wars (aka Star Wars).

I have been told that my sister and I have been twins in past incarnations from Sirius A.  At the time, we were twin brothers.  Recently, I have met individuals who are reincarnated members of our family then.  So, as a consequence, the memories are beginning to flow and unfold, which are, in turn, leading to the healing of some of the consequences suffered during the great wars that tore across this Galaxy long, long, ago and not so very far away.

One physical consequence of the misadventures from the Star Wars was my body’s bronchial condition.  In 2014, Tazjma (aka Eliza Ayres) developed a bad case of acute bronchitis which kept her from work for two weeks.  She suffered through yet another bout early in 2016 after flying back from the East Coast.  And this past winter and well into spring, I was dealing with chronic coughing and wheezing, as well as some related fevers and exhaustion.  My condition did not seem to be improving much until my sister, RaNia, and I “tuned” into the cause, core, record, and memory of the original trauma… It was a case of smoke inhalation experienced when the starship of my then brother, Commander Tazo, crashed upon a planet under siege by the enemy.  My brother was eventually rescued but died later of his wounds.  Since he died shortly after the trauma was experienced, he was unable to clear the records (forgive the perpetrators by utilizing the Violet Flame) therefore the memory of the trauma was held within his (now “her”) light body through successive incarnations.

The bronchial condition cleared up for about two weeks but seems to be coming back.  My other sister, RaNia, informs me that another “layer” is coming up for clearing.  Much like peeling an onion, this clearing process takes diligence, time, patience, and focus.

Though I am in the process of clearing these old records from my light body and that of my sister’s, those individuals who are truly incarnated upon this plane also have the option of doing similar work.

While my sister was completing her mission here just months prior to ascending, she woke up one day with the names of five historical figures in her consciousness.  She lost a couple of the names in the process of waking up but managed to record three and then looked up to see what she could find out.  At least two of these incarnations were and are still controversial in historical records, but Tazjma wasn’t surprised too much.  She was long a student of history, especially British history and specifically, Tudor history.  She had two lifetimes that were greatly affected by the Tudors, which I will not share here.  And many others during other historical and prehistorical periods of British life.  In all, Tazjma spent about 25,000 years upon this planet, as an emissary of Light.  And in the course of all those years and incarnations, she incurred some karma.  By the time she ascended Home, through hard work and focus, she had succeeded in clearing 85% of that same karma.  Now it was my turn to carry on the work.  As a former twin of hers, I was more than willing and highly honored to come here for a short time on Earth as it is far easier and quicker to clear old records on this plane than it is at Home in the higher dimensions.

One who is interested in clearing old records of trauma from their light bodies can simply begin to pay attention to what interests and pursuits draw your curiosity.  If that doesn’t work, notice what movies you are drawn to watch.  Are they primarily science fiction, romance, costume dramas, science, comedy?  Perhaps there is a clue which you can pursuit if you feel drawn to clearing old karma and trauma.

I certainly would encourage everyone reading these words to consider the value of clearing old records.  As a walk-in, I have been granted an unusual gift of being able to work on these clearings as the second part of a “tag-team” endeavor by my sister, Tazjma, and myself.  Tazjma has done her part and now I am here completing the clearing for the both of us.  As a result, Tazjma will not be required to return to this planet to complete her remaining karmic debt (less than 10% now) and I will have succeeded in clearing my old traumatic memories from the ancient star wars.

There are many ways you can use to clear the old records, even if you are not aware of the source(s)  First, simply call on your Guardian Angels and/or guides to assist in clearing old trauma back to its “original source”, cause, core, record, and memory.  While you are visualizing that being done call upon the Violet Flame Angels to assist you on running this cleansing and transmuting Flame through your four lower bodies.  If you are particularly sensitive to energies, you may sense or even “see” the Violet Flame as it works.  If you do not feel anything, don’t worry, the Violet Flame is sentient and knows what to do and where to go.

As an adjunct to the cleansing work of the Violet Flame, you can call on Archangel Michael and his legions to cut you free of any remaining karmic ties between individuals who have been involved in past life occurrences and/or lives which resulted in trauma for you… or for them.  Remember, most of the humans incarnated upon the planet have been involved at some level on both “sides” of the fence, dark and light.  You may have been traumatized and used by “dark” team or have fought and killed them in the past; there is no blame as all experience is useful for the development of the mature soul.

The important thing to remember is that you, all of you, are more powerful than you may yet realize.  Do not seek to judge yourself or others around you for you do not know what lies hidden within their heart.  More than likely, it is pain carried over from lifetime to lifetime, which tends to attract similar experiences in this life until you are willing to surrender up the victimization energy to Source.

Ascension is about self-mastery, first and foremost.  When you can master your own emotional and mental bodies, then perhaps you are ready to teach others.  And do not assume you have attained greater mastery than others.  Humility, gratitude and a willingness to learn from life are necessary for the truly spiritual among us.  The rest is all show.

Know that I am not here among you to be a teacher of the many.  Those who are open to my words can benefit, but it is entirely your choice, and I am not responsible if you choose to ignore my suggestions or those of other worthy teachers.  I do have one word of caution:  There are some who present themselves as “ascension guides” who are not qualified to hold such a title.  Ascension or soul evolution is to be done by the individual utilizing INNER guidance not being a member of an “ascension clique” which is nothing but a cult of personality and ego.  Learn and observe from many sources, but ALWAYS follow your own individual guidance system to direct where YOU need to go.  Exercise your free will and take responsibility for all choices.  The ascension path of dear Lady Tazjma was a zigzag one, but one that ultimately guided her Home to the Pleiades, to her beloved mate and children.

Rest easy in the arms of the Beloved, your own Christ Self, for you are truly loved.

I AM Line Cmdr. Sundeelia Kumara VaCoupe, of the Pleiadian Flagship, The White Winds.

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