Lord Orion: The Advent of the Light

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Lord Orion:  The Advent of the Light

I AM Orion.  Greetings.

Today, we are going to try something different.  I will be dictating to my scribe another essay. Let us begin:

It would appear to the average person that the world has gone berserk, but is that really the case?  Not at all.  It is simply that all which has been hidden from the common people, the working people, is now being revealed.

The Dark Archons who have controlled the planet have been removed by the one who accidentally was the major factor in their creation, Sophia.  Thea Sophia has now departed the planet and taken her miscreations with her, which were part of the essence of her own dark unresolved shadows.  Study the Gnostic teachings if you wish to learn more about Sophia and the Archons.

What is left on the planet today are the archons who are hidden within individuals.  This is, of course, one aspect of the darkness that exists upon Terra.  Another explanation or alternative perspective speaks of the dark ones from the Orion Empire, who joined forces with the Dracos and Reptilians to conquer portions of this solar system many millions of years ago.  During that timeline, the energetic ley lines of the planet were overtaken and intentionally perverted, setting the planet off-keel, leaning on its side instead of being upright.  Anti-life codes were embedded into the ley lines, creating a limited energetic pattern that repeated upon itself… until quite recently.  Now, that pattern has been released and the energies of Cosmic Light has been free to penetrate deeply into the dark shadows so carefully erected by the dark minions.

Now, the planet and certain regions of the solar system of Sol are undergoing a purging of the darkness that has striven to control and dominate.  The purpose of creating a cyborg military force made up of formerly ‘human’ beings, now super soldiers, was to enact galactic takeover and invasion of the worst kind.  So, the forces of Light have come back in time to rectify the situation, having identified the source of the galactic plague of locusts as beginning here on Terra, the Moon, and Mars.  Read the works of Alex Collier for more details on this staged galactic invasion by the Dracos, negative Orion Empire, and their Reptilian allies.

So, what is happening on Terra today? Events are being orchestrated by a band of rebels, men and women whose fellows recognized decades ago that our country had been invaded from within by forces from Nazi Germany, who, despite what Americans were told post WWII, did not lose the war.  Wealthy Americans with German roots provided cover to bring in hundreds of Nazi scientists and former officers and place them into important positions within all kinds of industries and federally-funded research centers, including the North American Space Agency or NASA.  President Eisenhower warned the public of the growing influence and reach of the military-industrial complex, but he didn’t mention the alien influence coming from the off-world allies.  The evil branches of mad scientists with anti-human agendas penetrated deeply into the pharmaceutical and chemical industries, into ‘medical’ research labs that pursued genetic experiments, seeking out agents to breakdown human immune systems, and eventually to create the human cyborg super soldiers as desired by the alien forces.  For more information, research the articles, books, and videos presented by Dr. Michael Salla and others relating some of this dark and hidden history.

So, what is happening today with the push to get experimental vaccines to as much of the population as possible?  For one, there is an ongoing push towards depopulation and dehumanization of the remaining population, so that the former minions of the alien and interdimensional dark forces can take over control of the resources of the planet.  With their genetic prowess, they can create super soldiers in labs, utilizing cell lines.  They do not require billions of ‘useless eaters’ to continue their existence; they have served their purpose acting as servants and slaves, stripped of free will and the power granted them by their divine connection to Creator Source energy. 

What is the purpose of the vaccine?  It certainly is not to cure or prevent infection.  Despite the extreme level of censorship, some statistics and scientific studies are reaching people and being disseminated throughout the Internet.  And despite all efforts to choke off news, people have been able to observe the negative effects of the vaccine on their own friends, colleagues and family members as formerly healthy individuals have suddenly developed exotic conditions like Bells Palsy, heart conditions, nervous conditions, and have allegedly died of Covid. 

What is the underlying factor emphasizing the current desperation of the dark ones?  They know they have been discovered, their plans laid out in broad daylight despite all their efforts to remain hidden and in the dark.  What is currently being played out, on a world-wide scale is a silent cyber war of information, where one team, the White Hats, are orchestrating events that illuminate and define the horrible extent of the agenda long planned of the dark ones to take down and pervert society to their will.  In opposition are the forces, really the remaining minions of the dark forces who are stubbornly, defiantly attempting to pursue that same dark agenda and take down as many humans as possible before they are taken down.  Yes, matters look desperate when you glance at certain events like the ill-thought-out bumbling with the removal of military forces from Afghanistan and the finger-pointing being directed towards the unelected ‘president’ of the United States, a puppet-character called Biden.

Who is the puppet-master of Biden?  Well, that would be Obama, the Manchurian candidate designed by the Central Intelligence Agency and other foreign intelligence agencies including British MI6 and Israeli Mossad to fulfill their wishes to initiate a sixteen year plan to take down America by weakening its military forces, its economy, the middle class, and to bring perversion into the culture utilizing legalized propaganda through media sources and lies presented as truth to the populace.  Through the persuasion of numerous and multiple sources, seemingly disparate sources, poisons were introduced into agricultural practices, poisons were introduced into pharmaceuticals, psychological warfare and mind-programming was introduced into the schools, laws were put into place that benefited aliens (non-citizens) and attacked the rights of the native born… as the nation was taken down to its collective knees until an unlikely candidate was selected by a secret cabal of military intelligence to spearhead a movement to bring awareness to the people, to give them hope and strength to endure the changes that must come to overtake the dark agenda, break the power of its minions and policy-makers and make it clear, once and for all to the world what was really going on for centuries here on this planet.

 The plots of the dark are failing.  Why?  It is the natural cycle of ascension that periodically returns to this world which is allowing for the forces of good to overtake and destroy what has been attempted by the dark forces.  Yes, you will say… “But, my lord, people have been hurt, people are dying, from fear, from starvation, from the effects of the vaccines…” Yes, my children… you have in the midst of an undeclared war, a war of information, where one side has had to weigh the effects of its operation on the general populace whereas the opponents have gone all out in an attempt to destroy as much as possible out of desperation for, they know they are losing.  Call it a scorched earth policy, destroying as much as possible before the opponent gains victory so the winners have, in effect, lost nearly all in the end. 

Yet the dark ones, the ones who do not contain the sacred and fiery heart of the Divine within their physical form, have defied the laws of the Cosmos.  They do not care.  There is no god but their dark god that seeks to devour, destroy and pervert all goodness.  All kinds of ‘isms’ have been designed to interpenetrate society, to create division and to sow discord between genders (Feminism), politics (Marxism), religions (Satanism), nations (‘United’ Nations, NATO)… to poison the minds of the young and destroy those who spoke out against the subtle erosion of individual and national rights and privileges, conditioning the common people to think and believe that they were somehow lesser beings, deserving punishment and hardship all their miserable hand-to-mouth existence.

That cycle of scarcity and destruction is coming to an end, truly.  The advent of the Light is upon humanity, bringing clarity and insight to those who are still standing as stalwarts against the mass-induced psychosis brought upon the populace through the propaganda-driven statistical computer-generated pandemic of a non-existent ‘virus’… which is the common cold.  Covid 19 is simply an imaginary phantasm designed and constructed by those who wanted to bring the populations of the planet into panic and fear, to empower the ultimate agenda to begin a long-planned depopulation agenda driven by a tiny minority of so-called outrageously wealthy and arrogant ‘elite’.  The agenda is being exposed through the soul-level sacrifices of many lighted individuals who made the choice to receive vaccinations.

Covid-19 has never been ‘isolated’.  The ‘virus’ is simply the common cold.  The measurements coming from the so-called testing have been purposefully elevated to ‘measure’ the existence of any RNA, the statistics then altered to include all possible means of death including motor vehicle accidents, long-term pre-existing conditions like Diabetes, heart disease, kidney disease, cancer and other factors.  All of this was loudly and incessantly proclaimed to drive fear into the hearts and minds of the populace and to give ‘permission’ to the governments of the world to crackdown and isolate and separate their people from their normal everyday affairs, from their own family members, from each other, from their own common sense.  Research into the work of John Rappaport to see the ‘reality’ behind the medical mythology of virology. 

The takedown is here… what takedown you may say.  Well, the revelations, the grand unveiling of all of the plots against humanity are being uncovered.  The election of President Trump was a major defeat of the dark agenda. His apparent defeat at the hands of the Democrats in 2020 was a ruse, played out for the benefit of the common people everywhere.  What appears to be the disintegration of our nation, of our society, is the unveiling of the extent of the infiltration and penetration of the deceit, the lies, the manipulations, the perversion of all institutions and systems by the dark, anti-human agenda.  It is all being exposed to the Light and will wither in the heat and attention placed upon it by the righteous anger of a newly awakened people. 

Why now?  Cycles, my dear ones… cycles.  Time exists in vast cycles of creation and destruction.  Now, is the ending of a vast cycle called the Great Year, as the planet moves through the ending of one age and into another, from the Piscean Age to the Aquarian, in the grand precession of the equinox.  Then, there is the fact that the entire solar system is moving, has moved into a particularly light-filled region of space referred by some as the Photon Belt.  See this article for more explanation regarding ancient beliefs and scientific findings about the Photon Belt: https://www.sabrinasmelko.com/are-we-in-the-photon-belt/

Whatever the reason, the planet has been plunged into a transitional cycle, with new energies replacing old energies, new systems (both positive and negative) being tested out for effect as the battle is staged by the dark forces to finally achieve victory or the light forces to finally achieve freedom for humanity and the world.  Who will win?  God wins.  Creator source energy wins, even as it is embodied within those individuals who seek to defy the Draconian measures being forced by some governments upon their own people.

This time, long foretold in the spiritual teachings of indigenous peoples worldwide, in religious and spiritual philosophies, has arrived upon the horizon, the Great Apocalypse or unveiling of all the secrets designed to both destroy humanity and to save humanity.  You are living through a tremendous upturning of all that is unhealthy, the revelation of all the dark anti-human, anti-life plots of the malicious forces that have long had illusions of grandeur of their own self-worth, and designs against their fellow creatures.

The plots needed to be played out before the eyes of the world and so you are now seeing the visuals, wincing in disbelief as the inhuman agenda is exposed, the machinations of centuries of deceitful manipulation is being unveiled for those with eyes to see and ears to hear… and the heart flame to KNOW the Truth when it is being revealed in all of its ugly glory.

This sorrowful and hope-filled journey is not yet over, dear ones; there is still much to play out on the world stage as the Draconian governments are taken down and removed by their outraged citizens and replaced by… well, that is yet to be determined.  However, it was deemed necessary to expose the dark agenda in its entirety, which means unveiling and uncovering the ugly nature of what has been done and what has been planned.  The agenda of the dark is sordid and deeply-rooted in our societies, world-wide.  All institutions have been corrupted and infiltrated; none will exist beyond their sale date, but will have to be rebuilt, transformed into a new way of living. 

There will be no more coercion, whether overt or covert, by governments designed to control the populace.  People will have to learn or remember how to govern themselves, whether working alone or in groups.  Cooperation, generosity, creativity and innovation will be inspired by the sudden freedom to make choices beyond what was begrudgingly allowed in the past. 

The creative abilities of humanity, when released from the binding effects of Draconian measures, can succeed and reveal solutions to all problems that have existed and persisted within the limited means allowed by the controllers.  A freed humanity, freed of the burden of debt, from imperious laws and regulations, freed of fear, lies, and deceit… and reconnected with the true source of unlimited power, their connection with Source energy… will soon exceed their own wildest dreams with a world filled of abundance, peace, and boundless love for each other. 

It is because the former controllers knew of this possibility, that humanity would be freed from their slavery through the advent of this long-awaited Ascension cycle that they have hurriedly effected their plans to thwart, yet again, another ascension cycle.  For, yes, many such cycles and ascension windows have been closed due to the machinations of those who know just enough to deny the creative divinity that exists within the heart flames of humanity.  Yet, the flame of freedom has long burned within the hearts of men and women, who longed to breathe free, to be able to think for themselves outside the artificial layers of societal mores pressed in upon them by alien influences.  And help has come from outside of humanity as lighted souls volunteered to come here, in obedience to Cosmic Law, to take part in seeding the Light, acting as embers to restart the fires within the hearts of mankind, that humanity might see the Light, know it for what it truly is and seek to free themselves from the traps in which they have been long bound within, the artificial matrix of the dark ones.

The Light or intelligence of the Divine is now breaking through the mechanical and unnatural defenses of the dark systems.  People are waking up realizing that their governments are designed to control them, not to aid them, but to defeat them.  They are rising up in rebellion, a righteous rebellion emboldened and inspired by the divine flame of Life that exists within every lighted human being, true organic human being, on this planet.

Much will be revealed in the coming days, months, and years.  This transitional period will see a reduction in the human population which will occur due to the free will choices made by those who are unwilling to step forth into the Light and to see what has been perpetrated against humanity through the long dark ages of the Kali Yuga and beyond.  This will not be a time of unicorns and bubbles for many, yet hope will reign as humanity again renews its connection with the Divine and remembers its power and creative potential that exists within all organic humans.

And now, dear ones, we will end this essay… Hopefully, we have delineated in short form some of what is going on, what is being revealed.  We merely give you avenues and suggestions that you must pursue on your own for we are not here to give you answers like candy presented on a silver platter.  No, dear ones; it is up to each of you to decide whether or not you wish to gaze upon the harsh truth that has long been denied and hidden from you… and to see beyond it to the promised land of milk and honey that exists for all those who have chosen for themselves to align with Cosmic Law.

And I see into the hearts of men, what has been hidden for long painful ages, now being dissolved by the Light of Creation, by the Love of the Divine Feminine with the return of balance and the reformation of the true power and beauty embedded into your sacred and unique plasma Light Bodies.  Humanity… there are no limits save those you create in your own minds.  Seek and ye shall find that ye are Gods in potential, even as the Son of Man told you long ago.

Namasté.

We are One.

I AM Orion.

Scribe:  Eliza Ayres

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Eliza: Autumn Skies

Autumn Color, Walla Walla, WA

Eliza:  Autumn Skies – Personal Thoughts on Past Year

The advent of Autumn or Fall in subtropical Florida is so imperceptible as to be practically non-existent.  The real signs are construction projects getting underway, again; people re-roofing their homes, fewer thunderstorms, and a lessening of the humidity.  The mid-day heat is still ‘hot’, in the high 80’s, although the temperatures drop faster later in the day due to the shorter days in the northern latitudes. 

There are flocks of birds flying through as SE Florida is an airway for migrating birds.  Some birds are beginning to set up for families, while others are moving away to other climes.  I have seen ibises, herons, ospreys, Grackles, egrets, mudhens, ducks and geese, pretty much on a daily basis.  It is quite extraordinary to see so many different kinds of birds just about one’s own neighborhood.

I guess I descended into some kind of funk last autumn.  I stopped exercising, got sick a few times, and was depressed and angry at the same time.  The only thing that got me through the gloomy days was my writing… which I haven’t shared much of yet publicly. 

Then, the great virus plandemic occurred.  I knew from the beginning that something wasn’t kosher about the intense media coverage.  It was too much like the media coverage of 9/11, with images of people dying in the streets of Wuhan, China, a media barrage.  Nobody seemed to question the illogical way the ‘virus’ was being handled.  After all, thousands of American die every year from the influenza and no one thinks anything of it except those immediately affected.  Why did the entire economy and ‘life’ get shut down? Call me a conspiracy theorist (a term coined by the Bush mafia-run CIA) but the whole thing felt suspicious and what little news that has managed to get out has just strengthened my determination that my intuition was correct.  It was a plot to destroy the world’s economy and to create chaos as food stuffs, electricity, and water became harder to find… so the people would beg for government intervention – which would, unfortunately, come in the form of even more draconian measures, wholesale eradication of the ‘surplus’ useless feeders (90% of the world’s population) and enslavement of the rest of the survivors.

The sudden deaths in Wuhan were probably the result of 5G being broadcast using a human population as captive guinea pigs, because, if you will remember no one was allowed in or out of the city for several weeks.  There was a complete media black-out by the Chinese Communist Party.  Well, the dark team like to complete their experiments in secret, in the dark, out of the scrutiny of curious eyes. 

This whole economic and personal shut-down was intentional and designed to bring down America.  It hasn’t worked.  The contrast between states that have opened up since April and those that have not is quite a demonstration on the failure of some local and state governments to do their jobs adequately – to work for the people rather than set up their own little personal dictatorships. 

Then, there was the artificial protests for human justice, again using the mainstream media sources to flood the airwaves with propaganda about police violence, when statistics clearly state that black on black murder by far outweighs any other statistic no matter the location throughout the country.  And then, the largely Marxist-driven protests became directed and well-funded riots, intentionally destroying neighborhoods and businesses, in poor and wealthy parts of urban centers, and even extending into suburbs and rural towns if the residents did not openly resist. 

Now, the heavy-hand of censorship has dropped upon those who question the MSM narrative, usually ‘right-leaning’ individuals or organizations who are really just attempting to get real news and facts out to the public, not propaganda that has been blessed by the cabal.  Almost all major media platforms actively refuse to question the narratives put forth by the establishment, which includes… at least in America, both Republicans (McCain, Bush mafia, Romney) and Democrats (Clintons, Bidens, Obamas, Pelosi, etc.).  Republicans who have not prevented the attacks against a sitting President but have allowed them to continue… and Democrats who are now openly pushing a deep-state Marxist agenda to destroy the shattered remnants of the Republic and Constitution. 

Still, despite all of those outrageous efforts, the dark is still losing the vicious game of 4D chess that is methodically exposing the left’s agenda, the long-term horrendous timeline and intentions of the global elite (the 13 Bloodline families, the Venetians, the false Jews (Cabalists), the Satanists, the powers that were who are attempting to drive this world into another world war) and to seize complete control over humanity and the planet.

How do I know this?  Well, sometimes you just have to turn off the television and take a look around.  On my morning walks, I can now look up at the autumn skies of Florida and not see blanketing layers of chem trails creating a cotton candy gray overcast.  I can see ascension teachers informing us that the golden age or Satya Yuga of the Hindus is arriving despite and actually due to all of the efforts being done by dark team… for humanity is waking up enmasse.  Due to the efforts of lightworkers world-wide, desperate and dire timelines have been diverted into less troubled timelines.  There will still be dark revelations of treason, murder, revenge, blackmail, crimes against children, crimes against humanity, slavery, manipulations that defy logic and common sense… and we as humanity need to see these things, move through the resulting emotions and feelings that arise as collective trauma.  We need to allow our bodies to absorb, feel and let the emotions and feelings go… to be alchemically dissolved and transmuted by the Violet Flame, transmuted and returned to neutral.

By waking up to our individual and collective power to rise above the fray, to visualize the most horrible happening ever to have taken place upon this planet and still view it with compassion and neutrality, will totally transform this world.  It is a power each of us is being challenged to now accept or reject.  It is probably true that choices have already been made and people are now merely playing out their individual and collective parts.  What choice have you made?  It is nothing anyone can push you towards; it has to be an individual effort… before it becomes a group effort and finally, a collective effort.  We each have free will, a gift granted to us by Providence when we decided to come here and incarnate upon this troubled world. 

Shall we continue to see Robin’s egg blue skies above or will the world descend into darkened chaos?  Only time will tell.  Only our hearts can steer us unerringly towards a golden dawn of peace, prosperity, and unity of being for every man, woman, child, and living creature, including the planet.

Where do you stand; with love or with fear?

I send you my love and blessings no matter where you are, physically, mentally, emotionally, and spiritually. 

Eliza

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Sundeelia: Observations from a Pleiadian Perspective

Sundeelia:  Observations from a Pleiadian Perspective

I AM Sundeelia.  Greetings, beloved people of Terra.   It has been a while since I have shared my thoughts with you.  Given the recent state of affairs on this planet, I will admit to being in a state of observing the great awakening which is beginning to manifest within the common people.  This is a long-overdue occurrence so we, the Pleiadians, are thankful to finally see the hearts and minds of many brave souls venturing outside “the box” of the Matrix. 

Some of you, especially my newer readers, will wonder at my words and perhaps sense a certain impatience that it has taken so long for this movement to catch “fire” as it were planet-wide.  Your former owners have sought long and hard to prevent this awakening from happening.  It is gratifying that their most recent endeavor to send the weak of heart and mind scurrying into cover is beginning to fail.  Smoke and mirrors, my dear cousins, smoke and mirrors.

The planetary Cabal is a tiny group of inbred aliens who have been present upon your planet since the days of the destruction of Maldek.  Also known as Tiamat, this gigantic Earth-like planet was dominated by a highly technologically advanced race of giants who were not originally of the seed planted on Earth.  These greedy arrogant extraterrestrials succeeded in blowing up Tiamat.  Some few of them succeeded in fleeing their damaged world, crash-landing in the region known now as Antarctica.  Others passed out of incarnation and came to this sentient planet which had graciously extended a welcome to the survivors to reincarnate here.  Later on, other extraterrestrials also appeared, long after the first fall of Atlantis, the legendary but quite real island continent that extended across the Atlantic Ocean into the islands of the Caribbean Sea, and even onto portions of the North American continent.  The history is complex and cannot be confined to a mere article.  Let it suffice to know extraterrestrials have come and gone from this beautiful gem of a planet for millions of years. 

Why are the Pleiadians, Ashtarians, and Sirians so interested in the fate of this world?  I’m glad you asked.  You see, our ancestors (even some of our earlier incarnations!) were some of your progenitors, your fathers and mothers, seeding this planet with their bloodlines, from the Children of Light.  The ones who are considered members of the Cabal are mainly the remnant of our long-ago enemies that we drove from the Sirian Star system and the Pleiadian Federation during what has been termed as the ancient “Star Wars”.  These “wars” were quite true and not a figment of the over-heated imagination of a film writer.  We drove these invaders from our territory and into this solar system.  As a result of their flight, they descended in frequency and have been trapped on this planet until recently when the available technology (hidden from the masses) has been upgraded through the military-industrial complex and its numerous black projects. 

Why does the Cabal wish to hang onto this particular world over the many millions of others available in this Galaxy alone?  Terra is the Garden of this Quadrant of Creation.  No where else will you find a world that is so rich in bio-diversity, natural resources, gold, and water.  The Cabal have envisioned keeping this world as a playground so they might enjoy its beauty for even their darkened hearts can see that this world is special.  It has been their intention of several hundreds of years to depopulate the planet of its indigenous populations in order to bring into fruition their long-held dream. 

Besides the bio-diversity of the planet itself, there is the presence of humans here.  The human genome is unique, its potential unlimited, god-like potential encased within fragile physical form.  The Cabal and its mind-programmed minions crave the Light held within the very cells of the human body, but most especially those found in the blood of children.  They feed on humanity.  The tales of vampires are true.  The present royal family of Great Britain and the Commonwealth are direct descendants from Vlad the Impaler and proud of it, I might add.  Only now have brave souls had the courage to dig into hidden archives and old books to discover the truth of the long-suppressed existence of a world-wide pedophilia ring that preys mostly on children.  Have you ever wondered what happened to all those lost children who just “disappear” everyday?  Thousands, hundreds of thousands disappear from the United States alone every year, many of those children born of undocumented aliens (“illegal migrants”) who will never be missed by the authorities.

Yet another reason for the Cabal to greedily wish to cling to this world and solar system is its unique location near a huge portal (like a wormhole) that allows for travel from one galaxy to another.  You could think of Earth as a wealthy city positioned along the ancient Silk Road, whose leaders charged taxes to the various merchants and adventurers passing through.  Placed into a galactic perspective, this world is literally a gold mine.

It is, indeed, time to wake up, dear Cousins.  The time for sleeping in your cozy nests within the Matrix is over as the Cabal has become alarmed by the current activities of courageous leaders like Trump, Putin, Johnson, and Xi.  As a consequence, their carefully scripted plans have been advanced prematurely before quite ready. 

Perhaps some of you have read about the underground bunkers and cities that have been actively prepared since WWII.  Did you know that the earth beneath your feet is honeycombed with tunnels, cities, bunkers, all existing with the knowledge of only a few who have been involved in their construction and those who would be traveling to these safe areas while the surface population was destroyed by various methods including atomic war, EMP, drought, major earth changes, potent viral outbreaks and the like until the population was deemed to have shrunk to the desired level by the heartless Cabal.  Don’t be so naïve to believe that these beings are “human” and have a heart inside their bodies.  Whether shape-shifters or simply embodied demons using human forms as disguise, these creatures care nothing for you.  There isn’t an ounce of sympathy or human compassion within them.  They will use, abuse, and destroy you as thoughtlessly as killing an irritating insect, yet, they too must work within cosmic law.

So, how does that work… the Cabal uses the vehicle of mass media to “inform” the population of their intentions, often years in advance through the method of “predictive programming”.  According to their peculiar belief system, if they do this, they do not carry forth the resulting karma of their actions whatever form that takes.  After all, you were informed and did not balk or protest; therefore, in their eyes, you have given consent and they have every right to do whatever they wish to anyone of you. 

Take a break if you feel overwhelmed by this knowledge.  Your race, all of humanity, has long been subjugated by a heartless alien race.  Your ancient beliefs given to you by your ancient fathers and mothers and holy teachers have all been perverted and used against you to further control, dominate, and on occasion, destroy you.  Why do you think wars, diseases, and blood-letting rituals were invented?  For your amusement?  No, for theirs, for these beings lack the necessary light to keep their bodies alive.  They crave the protein found in young uncorrupted blood and so literally feed off of your children, rape and abuse your young women and males, and slaughter thousands of innocents in the name of whatever flavor is in style, whether a pogrom, a religious war, a wholesale elimination of all those who are different… Can’t you see, dear ones, that divided you will fall, so you must endeavor to move through your fears and unite with each other, no matter your political persuasion, race, religion, economic status? 

The Cabal is intent in preventing the pending ascension of humanity… the “why” they are currently putting so much effort into distracting you, driving you like sheeple with the fear of dying from a “virus”, or whatever else they put into your mind through the drivel and propaganda presented as “truth” in mass media.  You have all been programmed to believe what your leaders tell you, whether they be a priest, minister, teacher, physician, police officer, politician or other “authority” figure.  Many times, most of the time, these individuals do not have your best interest at heart (if they have a heart).  However, that is changing as the common people wake up to what has REALLY been going on in this world behind the proverbial curtain of the Matrix… what little you have been allowed to see.

Thanks to the Internet, the World Wide Web, originally set up by the military and intended to be used as a control mechanism, this plan of the Cabal has backfired in a truly devastating fashion.  For now, anyone who can read and comprehend can access long-hidden secrets, greedily kept from the general public.  Whole university libraries can now be accessed online by anyone willing to put in the necessary hours to do research, to dig and dive through books written decades ago, through fiction, movie scripts, and the like that have used predicative programming, through the willful misinterpretation of religious and sacred texts in order to present world-wide war as desirable, to disempower religious people who continually seek for the savior who is always to come. 

Ah, how have the ancient texts been misinterpreted… well, for one thing, no incarnated Savior is coming, today, tomorrow, next year.  When Lord Sananda, Son of Sanat Kumara sent a fragment of His consciousness into the body of a babe long ago, it was for the intention of anchoring the Christ Light once again upon this benighted planet.  Hundreds of thousands of years ago, the frequency of this planet was sixth dimensional.  After much time, the frequency of the planet began to descend gradually, especially after the advent of the survivors from Tiamat and other alien incursions.  However, before you blame these invaders, look to your own hearts.  All of you, dark and light, are the Children of the Most High Immanent Source of Creation, that which is beyond Light and Dark.  We have all descended in frequency, some more than others. 

So, now where does that put you?  There is no Savior outside of yourself to save you from yourself and your own miscreations.  However, look to that self-same heart, your Heart Center that all humans (no matter their form) have within, no matter how darkened their heart.  If you discover the heart flame that keeps your material body alive, you will discover the connection to the inner You, the savior that exists within.  Whatever your religion, this great formless consciousness is Christ consciousness, something that was embodied within the One called the Christ, the anointed one, the “only” Son of God. 

My lips curl up into a smile that intelligent people would, could possibly think there is only one son of God, one Prophet, or one Buddha (Maitreya) just waiting to appear on the scene when needed.  You all are potential Christs, Buddhas, and Prophets… however, it is quite some “time” before you will arrive at that stage in your evolutionary process.  Still, humanity as a collective is due to undergo a huge advancement in your evolutionary process, something the Cabal is not eager to have occur as it would potentially move a great many of you beyond their reach.  You see the only way to overcome the Enemy without and the enemy (fear) within is to become your own savior and rise up in FREQUENCY. 

Seek to align yourself with the Will of God under the Auspices of Lord Michael, first among the Archangels.  He guides, shelters and protects those who call upon His Name.  He will, however, allow you to be tested and will not protect you from your follies if you wish to be foolish. 

All of us who live in the higher frequency worlds value free will.  We honor your choices whether you are willing to honor those choices made and take responsibility for them or, instead cry out “save me!” or “I am a victim of —!”  When you finally realize and accept the responsibility for forwarding your own evolutionary process, by opening up your heart and awakening (a process!) to the connection with the higher worlds, the Etheric Realms in which we exist, we can then lawfully give assistance.  It is your choice and yours alone.  Those who will ascend the Ladder of evolution must put in the work through their own focus and intent.  There is no free ride and no complacency allowed.  This is serious, joyful business!

I have shared much today and perhaps it won’t make any sense to some of you.  Perhaps you will disregard the information; that is your right and privilege.  Many of you will suffer from cognitive dissonance, as I have thrown out an assortment of ideas and concepts that may be beyond many.  No matter… the knowledge and wisdom exists in the Aethers, in the Akashic Records to be accessed by those who have lit the flames of Light upon the Altar of the Heart Center and have opened up to the advent of Divine Intelligence, what is known as the Christ Consciousness across the Omniverse.  It is the everlasting golden Light that floods through the great stars and arrives upon your own beautiful planet much stepped down through a process of transformation.

Wake up, dear Cousins… before it is too late and your world plunges prematurely back into another Dark Age like the one precipitated the last time by the Fall of Atlantis and the destruction of the Great Crystalline Firmament that once protected this planet from lower density alien intrusions.

Live with Hope in your Heart and be at Peace.  Release the fear and know that you are a fractal of what has been expressed as “God” the infinite, everlasting, eternal Being that exists beyond the knowledge of men.

I AM Sundeelia and it has been a pleasure to address you this day.  Seek within for your Teacher; He/She is there waiting for you to acknowledge the Presence. 

I leave you today with one tidbit, as “Q” has said, The Light Wins.  He knows this well as he is from the future and so am I.

Blessings to all.

I AM Sundeelia, Specialty Commander, The White Winds, flagship of the Outer Pleiadian Fleet under the Command of Lord Adrigon, Lord of the Pleiades.

Received by:  Eliza Ayres

© All Rights Reserved, no portion of this message is to be recorded or presented in video form.  Author:  Eliza Ayres, www.bluedragonjournal.com

P.S.  For those who still persist in seeking a teacher outside of their own hearts, go elsewhere.  I do not make predictions, tell you what star nation you are from, or teach what one can learn through meditation and hard work. Go within.  The way out is by going within.

Sundeelia – Thoughts on the Solstice

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Sundeelia – Thoughts on the Solstice

Editor’s Note:  This piece is longer than most of my recent posts, containing one of my recent stories from my “memoirs” of the Orion Wars.

A few months have passed since I last posted any of my own writings here on Blue Dragon Journal.  I would imagine some of my long-term readers were beginning to wonder if I was “missing in action”.  Well, I’m here to tell you everything is “fine”.

Since I embarked sometime last summer on my primary project of writing my memoirs of the Orion Wars, I’ve been busy writing chapters and stories from five different lifetimes, two in Sirius A, two in the Pleiades, and one in a totally unexpected place… From one lifetime alone, that of Raphael DeAires Kantor, I have written at least 15 chapters covering the period of his childhood and into young adulthood, where he finally became a Line Commander on a Pleiadian mothership.  These chapters are much longer than the ones I wrote earlier about Lord Delos, Head Commander of the Sirian Fleet.  Some of the chapters are up to 25 pages in length with a lot more detail, conversations, and explanations of our way of life and what we were confronting as upper 4D humans in the early days of the Orion Wars.  These chapters will be eventually part of a book about the Orion Wars from my perspective as a Sirian and then later as a Pleiadian.  It is certainly not the entirety of the wars, as they played out within all the major constellations within this quadrant of creation.

At the time of the early days of these wars, our people were not as highly evolved as they are today.  Our space fleet wasn’t as sophisticated and advanced and we had to scramble to defend our airspace, having thousands of isles (planets) of various size, large and small, to defend.  Our population was also varied, from Elementals to Angelic Humans, Felines, sentient Dolphins, Crystallines, etc.  As the wars progressed we were aided by our allies, the Sirians and Ashtarians, Arcturians, and other star races later in the conflict.  Eventually, we realized that we needed to raise our frequency levels in order to no longer be susceptible to the physical invasion of our star system.  Today, all Pleiadian isles resonate somewhere within 5D and higher.

After the people of the Sirian star system succeeded in protecting its space by initiating the great Shield (see Remembrance: In a Pool of Light), the Sirian Fleet at times assisted us in defending Pleiadian space.  With that in mind, young Tazo Gia, who was born into his third Sirian incarnation some two years after the death of Lord Delos, shows up in some of the stories.  It is an interesting thing to realize that someone who is over 30 years your senior, is actually your grandson from another life… which is exactly what happened to Raphael and Tazo.  Raphael Kantor was the second reincarnation of Lord Delos since his death in battle (see the Remembrance series for that lifetime).  During the three lifetimes these two soulmates shared, they were twin brothers, brothers, and then grandson/grandfather.  Thus we all play many roles, with our lifestreams weaving a great braid across the time spirals.  Today, Tazo is incarnated as my eldest Pleiadian sister, Tazjma Amariah Kumara VaCoupe.

The process by which I write these stories is very interesting.  It is entirely unscripted.  Sometimes I will catch a glimpse, a vision, or a download of what is to be covered, but I am often surprised by what emerges from my fingers.  There are many tears when I hit on a particularly poignant or difficult remembrance, which has come to indicate to me that I’m “on target” in seeing and thus being able to release these ancient and long-suppressed emotional traumas.  If any of you are endeavoring to do this kind of work yourself, allow the tears to come and remember to breathe.  Use the Violet Flame to dissolve any old stuck energy and then transmute and transform the energies so they align with your soul’s divine blueprint.

Those of you who are acquainted with shamanic practices will recognize what I am doing is a complicated kind of shamanic soul retrieval.  I have had more than one lifetime spent as a shaman, including one of my Pleiadian lifetimes, of which I have yet to write.  I do this work to clear and repair the damage done to my light body during these difficult incarnations so I might advance in my own soul evolution.  Being here on Earth in the midst of the Belial energies (that is what Dark Team consists of – misaligned negative low-frequency energies that attack the Light) motives me to write about my experiences.  I have seen many parallels to what I experienced thousands of years ago in the Pleiades to what is happening during these latter days of Belial control of this planet.

In my life as Raphael DeAires Kantor, I was subjected to being kidnapped and held as a slave for an entire decade.  I know the frequency of the Dark very well.  Somehow I survived and went on to a more normal life, but it took a lot of struggle and hard work on my part to overcome the severe post-traumatic stress occasioned by the abuse I suffered as a child.  Those who have been imprisoned, tortured, raped, and abused by members of the dark pedophilic underground that still exists on this planet will know of what I speak.  Some people never overcome their programming, abuse and end up committing suicide.  I chose to live – I lived a full long life, married, had children, and two successive careers, serving in the Command and then as a ship designer, utilizing the lessons I had learned while resisting the attempts of the dark to break my spirit as a young child.

For now, I will not be publishing in full the stories of my Pleiadian lifetimes.  They have far more detail than the previous Sirian stories I have already published – which will also be further embellished upon when I am ready to immerse myself again within the world of Lord Delos.  I am, however, posting along with this article, one of my stories of Raphael DeAires Kantor, who was by this time newly mated to his soul mate, Lady Julia Kadish (a reincarnation of Lady Anya from Sirius A), recently commissioned as a Line Commander (the rank I hold today on board The White Winds) and working under Lord Esturias VaCoupe, his foster brother and Head Commander of the battleship, The Golden Bee.  The story is called “Engagement” and is set in space above the planet of BerWare, which is a real place, one of the tribal Pleiadian isles.

For those who might wonder, I am not publishing these stories on the web now as there are stories that still must be interwoven into my own tale, as I am finding myself coming into contact with some of the players I have encountered during the writing of these stories.  Some of these people have become members of my star family today.  Some are my Eagles, some are Family and others are long-time acquaintances and valued friends who still live and thrive in the Sirian star system, Venus, and in the Pleiades.  There are also some aspects of my past lives which I am not quite ready to work through, but I recognize I will be guided to do so by my unseen but felt mentors who are assisting me through this process.  I work with my Higher Self, the Archangelic Being known as the Recording Angel who works from Beljium in the upper Orion constellation, my Eagles, Lady Claudine, and many others.

And so here is “Engagement”, a story from my second life as a Pleiadian:

Line Cmdr. DeAires – “Engagement”

 The Golden Bee and her new fleet of 15 battleships soon reached the closest mothership, The Golden Falcon, who was actively engaged with fighting a squadron of enemy destroyers.  Before the Bee had gone into hyperdrive, Cmdr. Esturias requested Intel from the Communications Station, or more precisely, from Line Cmdr. DeAires.  The new Line Commander, along with his superior officer, Cmdr. Kadish was ordered to report directly to Cmdr. Esturias with any data on the whereabouts of the nearest mothership.  DeAires discovered the location of The Golden Falcon to be near the Isle of BerWare, another semi-nomadic isle similar to his native Morova.  His findings were verified via instrumentation and communication between the Mother Crystals of the ships.  The Golden Bee was now en route to that coordinate, located off the northern part of the isle.

DeAires, as Raphael was known now, found himself extremely busy and in demand by his new commanding officer, Cmdr. Esturias.  If he could be any judge of a man he barely knew, he would say that in Esturias truly lived the heart and soul of a Commander, very similar in many ways to how he had been as Cmdr. Delos.  He felt the intensity like a flame emanating off of Esturias and began to understand why the men who had worked under him were so loyal.  The intensity of spirit came from a deep love for the people, all the people, his men who served with him and the people of the Pleiadian Star Nation.  DeAires understood that love – he had felt it as Delos in his love for the Sirian people — and surrendered to it, becoming dedicated to doing his utmost to give the Commander what he needed, when he needed it.

With his unusual talents and skills, DeAires concentrated on interpreting the data received from a variety of sources; from the Mother Crystals, from the isles and stars of the system, from the distant viewings of his crew in the Communications Station, as well as the standard instrumentation and observations received from ships in the area of space where they were heading.  Communications via ship to ship were sketchy due to the fighting; all crews were heavily engaged, even as they would soon be as they emerged upon the battlefield.  DeAires felt his body begin to tighten up as he discerned a rise in the level of low-frequency readings in the vicinity of BerWare, so he directed the attention of Cmdr. Esturias towards that particular isle.  And so, Cmdr. Esturias took a chance on the recommendation of this unusual Line Commander who had been “enlisted” at the last moment by “chance”.  Who knows the workings of Heaven?

The new ships were capable of folding space, which meant they could move from one end of the star system to the other in minutes, yet Cmdr. Esturias wanted to use some caution during the final approach as he was not clear what he and his fleet were getting into, although the findings of the new line commander gave him an idea.  So, the ships came out of hyperspace a few clicks from their destination.  And the alarms started going off…

As Cmdr. Esturias stood on the bridge, staring at the huge screen at the space in front of the prow of their ship he was astounded.  In all his many years, decades, and even centuries of service in the Command, he had never witnessed such a scene.  The drifting hulls of ships were cluttering up space, so the new ships had to carefully maneuver around the obstacles.  Obviously, they had emerged onto the scene of a recent space battle.  The monitoring station checked for life signs; there were none.  It was complete and utter devastation before them.

“Scan enlarge!  I want to see the names of those ships!” demanded Esturias, striding closer to the screen.  The scene focused on one of the nearby drifting ships… it wasn’t registered to the Command; it was a trading vessel. A scan of the others showed that an entire fleet of trading vessels had been destroyed.  The head commander felt sick; innocent and helpless trading vessels and crews were being destroyed.  This was an attack against the commerce, the livelihood of the isles… and intentional, he was sure of it.

Sitting in his station in the Communication room, Raphael could feel his commander’s revulsion at the sight before them.  And it would only get worse.  Raphael was beginning to see visions once more.  He didn’t let himself get overpowered by them, but what he was seeing sickened him.  The attacks were getting bigger, more violent, and extreme.  He went to speak to his commanding officer, Cmdr. Kadish, “Sir…I’m having visions once more; I need to speak with Commander Esturias right away…”

“I’m here, DeAires, behind you!”

The tall dark-haired commander had come up behind Raphael even as the boy was striving to hold himself together under the impact of what he was seeing.  Esturias saw how pale Raphael looked under his tanned skin and helped him to a chair within the Specialty Commander’s office.  Raphael crumbled down into the chair, holding his head in his hands; he couldn’t speak for a moment.  Esturias was impatient and shook his shoulder, “DeAires, report!  What are you seeing?”

Raphael’s voice was hollow with grief when he finally mastered his voice, again… “Destruction… death… everywhere!”

“Pull yourself out of it, man,” ordered Esturias, “Show me!”

Raphael reached up and took the hand of his commander officer and released his vision in a flow of images.  Esturias felt the surge of the vision as it flowed through his consciousness; it was overwhelming.  Yet, he knew they needed to go forward and join the fight.  He stood up, towering over Raphael, “Come on, young man… you need to get back to your analysis.  Kadish, would you mind getting DeAires some juice?”

Kadish left the room, quite aware that Esturias wanted to speak to DeAires alone for a few minutes.  The specialty commander felt bypassed by his subordinate, but there wasn’t anything he could do at the moment – the gifts of that strange young man were needed now.  The commander shrugged… they were needed now, but how about later?

Esturias knew he didn’t have much time, so he shook Raphael’s shoulder, again, “Come back, DeAries… what are you seeing?  Past, present, or the future?”

“Future…” gasped DeAires, as he realized that visions were timeless; the scene he had just witnessed wasn’t necessarily in the Now; there was a chance they could prevent that particular timeline from playing out.  He looked up into the dark blue eyes of his commanding officer, so like those of his foster father, Lord VaCoupe.  “Sir… it was the future; I’m sure of it – we can prevent this if we act now!”

“I agree – oh, thank you, Kadish,” said Esturias, facing the returning specialty commander and taking the juice from his hands.  “Thank you for getting this – now, DeAires… drink this up and get back to your station!”

Feeling his immediate superior eyeing him, Raphael kept his head down and obediently drank down the liquid.  Then he stood carefully, still feeling a bit wobbly, saluted, and quietly left the room, leaving the two commanders staring at each other.  Esturias growled in a low voice, “You WILL inform me immediately when that young man has anything to share!”

“Yes, sir!” replied Kadish, somewhat reluctantly.  He watched as Esturias left abruptly and knew that he was treading dangerous ground by consciously attempting to interfere with his commander’s swiftly increasing reliance on the data that DeAires collected through his rather unorthodox methods.  He also couldn’t quite admit that he was jealous of his inferior officer, but was attempting to project the blame onto DeAires for being unstable and incompetent.  It wasn’t working; the boy was brilliant, a fact that became more self-evident every day that passed during this cursed voyage.

Shortly thereafter, Commander Kantor found himself summoned to the office of the Head Commander.  He was summarily ushered in by Paulus, who was looking rather grim.  As Ezekiel walked in, Commander Esturias glanced up and said, “Sit down, Kantor.”

Esturias studied the broad open features of the powerful Eagle, features that were echoed in his younger brother but to a lesser degree.  Raphael was slightly shorter and much less bulky in his build – not the making of an Eagle, but something quite different. The Commander was blunt and wanted answers, so he plunged in, “You know something about the one whom you call “brother”. He is very different from you.  Why?”

Kantor didn’t look at all intimidated by his superior officer, but asked a question in return: “Didn’t your Father share with you what makes Raphael DeAires so different?”

“Apparently not, Kantor”, snapped Esturias.  “Explain –“

Kantor looked at his commander and replied, “One of the people to whom I entrusted this knowledge betrayed the lad, almost to death.  If you do, I will come after you, personally…sir.”

Esturias was astonished…and intrigued; clearly, DeAires had a secret that few knew and Kantor was intent on keeping it that way.  “Is that a threat, Kantor – against a superior officer?”

“Take it any way you want, sir,” replied Ezekiel.  “I’ll resign my commission, my place in the Eagles to protect that boy!”

“Which means my father does know DeAires’ secret, doesn’t he?”  Kantor nodded.

Which is why DeAires’ is guarded, day and night?”  Another nod was all Esturias received from Kantor.

Frustrated, realizing he had to be on the command deck soon, he snapped, again, “Then tell me; I swear on everything I hold sacred that I will do my best to keep that boy safe – but the rest of my crew and the fleet matters, too!”

“Okay, sir – I’ll keep you at your word because of your Father, Lord VaCoupe,” Kantor replied in a low voice, “but do NOT share this with your men!”

Esturias nodded in agreement.  Kantor continued, “You are aware that Raphael… DeAires was Lord Delos in a past life?”

“Yes – that is one thing my Father did share with me,” replied Esturias.

“Well – what makes this boy so special, unique… different than other men, because he is different than other men.” Kantor was staring at the wall behind the commander’s desk, almost like he was seeing a vision like his brother, but one of passing beauty and poignancy.  He stood up and approached the side of the commander’s desk, “May I, sir?  It’s easier if I just give you the vision that I was given one day long ago by a beautiful Priestess…”

Reluctantly, but brimming over with curiosity, Esturias nodded.  Kantor rested his large hand lightly on his senior officer’s shoulder and the vision began to flow:

All around her was white; the light of the sun, the walls, and the flowers sprayed across the wall, the garden steps…her dress.  She was very tall and slender; a dress of shimmery white silk flowed down her exquisite form to pool on the ground at her feet.  She had tiny silver sandals on her white feet.  Her wavy white blonde hair flowed down her back, held back by hairpins decorated with tiny silver flowers.  Around her long slender neck, there was a delicate necklace of white gold and diamonds.  She was a vision of great, yet delicate beauty and entirely female in her essence.  Silver anklets covered with tiny bells twinkled whenever she moved across the garden.

As she lifted up a white rose to smell its fragrance, she listened within… a Voice spoke quietly… there will come a child, a boy who will be born of your essence.  You will be his mother, and yet unlike most children, he will be a part of your essence in male form.  As a Priestess of the White Ray, you still require a balancing of your feminine and male polarities.  Carrying with him a fragment of your essence his lifetimes will bring forth the needed balance with your Higher Presence.  As he succeeds in his missions, you will collectively soar higher in your soul evolution.  Eventually, his essence will choose to reblend with yours but he will choose the timeline for this… and We see that by this last lifetime as a separate entity the balance will be accomplished fully and the child, the soul fragment will return to you in a female form… Before that time comes, you and your Twin Flame will act as guides and mentors for this one who, we see, will be walking through perilous times ahead… in another quadrant of Creation.

 Kantor pulled out of the meld, withdrawing his hand and stepping back from the desk. “There, sir… is why Raphael… DeAires is so special; he carries the essence of an Archangelic Being within him, a female, which makes him more sensitive than most males could conceive.”  Then he stated in a low voice, “And I gave my word to the White Lady that I would protect him until the time when he would reblend with his Higher Self.”

 “Well, Kantor, it would appear that both you and your brother carry heavy burdens,” replied Esturias, thoughtfully. “I begin to understand the mystery that your brother seems to be with his strange, unorthodox gifts.”

 “Well, sir,” replied Kantor, “His “gifts” aren’t that unusual to the Shamans of my home planet, Morova.  I’ve heard that the Head Shaman, Lady Chokama, wanted DeAires for herself after she met him.  It was a couple of days after a very wounded, shy boy who had just been rescued from slavers… yet this “boy” was able to “talk” to Alcyone itself.  I walked in on his meditation; he was glowing with a golden radiance.  It was quite extraordinary and I wouldn’t have believed it if I hadn’t seen it myself.  Raphael then “showed” me his vision.  I just about fell over in shock, sir.”

 “Ah…then we won’t make the mistake of underestimating your brother and his gifts,” replied Esturias.  “I will have to watch his senior officer Kadish, however.  The man is jealous of this brother of yours.”

 “Sir, leave it to the Eagles… we’ll keep Kadish off of DeAires!” growled Kantor.

Esturias shuddered as he gazed on those massive fists, “Gently, sirrah!  I need ALL of my officers on this voyage!”

 “Aye, sir,” replied Kantor, saluting.

And now I must be getting back to the Command Post.  We’re about to go into battle!”

The calculations and information presented by Line Commander DeAires proved highly accurate.  The Golden Bee received an urgent plea for assistance, gave the coordinates and then broke off.  Immediately, Cmdr. Esturias ordered the Operational Commander to put in the coordinates and set the course via hyperspace.  The ship came out of hyperspace cloaked as an extra precaution, as Esturias didn’t know what they were getting into just yet.  The other ships had received similar orders and appeared on screens, but were not visible to the enemy ships that were hounding the great mothership, The Golden Falcon.

In a move of which Delos would have approved, Esturias had his 15 ships position themselves around the perimeter of the enemy ships, weapons set and locked, and uncloaked simultaneously, firing at the enemy ships and taking them by complete surprise.  Although slightly outnumbered, the Pleiadian vessels made short work of the enemy fleet, with their superior weaponry and agility.

After the final enemy vessel had been destroyed, The Golden Bee docked inside the huge landing bay so the commanders could begin conferencing and planning their next steps.  The other ships began a systematic scan and search of all remaining enemy vessels, looking for survivors.  Some of the crews went on board what appeared to be the lead vessels in order to download any files they could obtain from the vessels.  Esturias wanted all available intel he could get so he had a better understanding of this latest deadly enemy operation.

DeAires and his crew reported that there were survivors on some of the ships and at least five of the dark lords had survived.  He sent a personal warning to Esturias about the latter as being very dangerous to any crew they encountered. What happened to his birth father could happen to anyone who came under the influence of one of those dark sorcerers.  He didn’t bother to go through Kadish this time, knowing that his commander and his jealousy would try to alter the message in some fashion, so he took the chance, contacting Esturias directly via private telepathic mode.

Commander Esturias, sir – DeAires here.  Just a warning, sir – there are five dark lords still on board those ships.  They’re… they’re not quite human, sir.  The men you send must take them out, kill them, and don’t let the lords touch anyone.  Else they will turn into a monster like my birth father!

Message received, DeAires – you’re going around the chain of command, again, sir!  But the message is understood; I will convey that precautionary measures are exercised and all of the dark lords be killed.  If we take any prisoners, I’ll have you personally scan them, as well.  Are you prepared for that, DeAires?

Yes, sir.  I’ll do whatever I can to assist.

Thanks.  Out.

DeAires broke off his transmission and saw his commanding officer staring at him suspiciously.  He smiled and went back to analyzing the data before him.  At least Esturias seems to appreciate my efforts…

Still, DeAires knew he was treading on thin ice with these career officers like Kadish.  He had encountered similar difficulties with Commander Strom on board The Golden Lion, although, at the end, they became good friends and comrades.  He hoped that his sincere efforts would be appreciated here, as well, but if not, he would still try to do his best.

In the end, Line Cmdr. DeAires was selected to accompany a group of officers who were going abroad The Golden Falcon for a meeting with the Top Commander of that ship, one Commander Lantars.  Cognizant that he was the most junior officer and perhaps the youngest person present, as well, DeAires did his best to remain inconspicuous, but Cmdr. Esturias wasn’t allowing it.  When the officers sat down, Esturias made DeAires sit next to him.  Other officers were looking askance at the gesture but wisely kept quiet.  When Cmdr. Lantars asked how The Golden Bee was able to find them so accurately, Esturias replied, “I’ve got a good team – they’re new, but pulling it together quickly.  And I have this young man to thank, as well.  Due to his unorthodox methods, we were able to pinpoint the location of The Golden Falcon.”

“Extraordinary – what is your name, young man,” asked Lantars.

Line Commander DeAires, sir”, replied Raphael in a quiet voice that still carried to all corners of the room.

Your surname is DeAires?  Are you from Morova, then? If you’ll pardon me, you don’t have the coloring or look of those people,” queried Lantars.

Raphael nodded, “I was born there, sir, but my father was from Airus and my mother from Serena.  My surname is actually Kantor, but I have a brother also on board The Golden Bee, Commander Kantor.  He is an Eagle Commander.”

Esturias interrupted, “Enough of the niceties, gentlemen.  What did you want us here for, Commander Lantars?”

Lantars looked slightly offended at the interruption, but nodded, “Yes, if you hadn’t arrived we would now be in a heap of trouble.  As it is, this old girl will have to get some repairs before we encounter more enemy ships.”

“What are you saying, Cmdr. Lantars?” demanded Esturias, visibly upset.  “We brought some Ashtarian workers who can manage most of the repairs on The Golden Falcon; we weren’t sure if all systems were fully functioning before we started.  We broke a lot of rules to get here, Commander!”

“Apparently, young Esturias,” replied Lantars, quietly, without rancor.

Listening to that exchange, Raphael was wondering just how old Esturias was; he didn’t look a day over 30 years, but Raphael knew better.  The high-frequency Angelic Medinians lived extremely long lives, sometimes into the many thousands of years.  Not that he would dare to ask Esturias VaCoupe…

Well, we have some teams searching the enemy ships for survivors and gaining any intel they can from the ships’ computer banks.  Presumably, they use crystal technology like we do.  If not, our techs will manage a way to transfer and preserve the data.  We need to gather what we can to find out about the plans of the enemy with this new push into our system.”

Cmdr. Lantars nodded, “Yes, we need to learn about this – it happened so suddenly, rather unexpected, I would say…”

“I saw it coming, sir!” blurted out DeAires, then mumbling a “sorry, sir,” as Esturias fastened his intense blue gaze on his most junior officer, who was edging too close to the line…

Explain, DeAires… and why didn’t you convey this information to your senior officers?”

“I did, sir, I told Commander Lyonell – he agreed with me, but we just didn’t realize the extent of the operation.  Sorry, sir… and then I was sent home for a head injury suffered out in the field.  I’ve been away from The Golden Lion now for over three months…”

Another officer snorted, “Three months for a head injury, DeAires?”

DeAires blushed, “I also got mated – on the insistence of your father, Lord VaCoupe,” he replied, pointedly to Cmdr. Esturias.  And to the other officers, “Lord VaCoupe is my foster father.”

Cmdr. Lantars laughed, “Well, it is obvious that young DeAires had other things on his mind than tactical maneuvers and planning operations!”

DeAires stared at the table as the whole room of officers joined into the laughter.  Falling back into his habit of keeping still, like a rabbit under the eye of a fox, he kept his face blank and didn’t say anything.  Cmdr. Esturias noted this behavior carefully.  He wondered: some behavior lingering from his days of being a captive?

“Well, Lantars…have you heard from any of the other motherships or battlecruisers before we arrived here?”

Cmdr. Lantars turned his attention away from the unresponsive youngster to his intense commanding officer, “Only bits and snatches… VaCoupe; shall we have this youngster of yours work with my Communications team to see if he can locate them, too?”

Thank you, sir, but no… DeAires is going back to The Golden Bee.  I’m not going to have him snatched up by you or any other commander, sir.”

Lantars indulged one more glance at the silent DeAires, and sighed, “Well, then… where should we examine the prisoners if there are any?”

“Well, sir, I do want DeAires present when we examine them; he’s a sensitive and can pick up if any of the prisoners are a dark lord in disguise.  Then we’ll have our healers scan the rest to see if they can be freed of any alien hardware.”

Lantars was curious, “How does the boy know what a dark lord feels like, Esturias?”

Esturias rested his gaze upon DeAires, again, “Well, tell him, DeAires or should I?”

DeAires looked up at his commanding officer and then looked across the room at the opposite wall as he told some of his story, to explain why he knew what he knew: “I was captive to the dark forces for ten years, sir.  I was there when my mother was killed by a dark lord.  And the thing who used to be my father nearly killed me.  He had been taken over by some alien hardware that took over his body – I don’t understand it, but I can feel it, sir.” 

The room was silent as the officers present absorbed this sobering information.  Then Lantars looked at DeAires in sudden recognition, “You’re the youngest son of Lord TorSeth Kantor, aren’t you?”

DeAires nodded but said nothing.  Again, his past was being dug up and exposed to the air.  It was all he could do to keep his face blank and try to keep the pain at bay.

Lantars continued, “The Morovian representatives reported your entire family to be missing – so that’s what became of him.  And your mother; what happened to her?”

“She was killed by a dark lord, sir…”

“She was killed in front of you?” inquired Lantars.  DeAires nodded and continued staring at the table.  Lantars continued, speaking directly to Cmdr. Esturias, “Well, I guess that establishes your man’s qualifications, Esturias.  Shall we have the prisoners taken to the landing bay for examination?  Be sure to bring along young DeAires.  I want to see him at work!”

As DeAires passed by the senior officer, Cmdr. Lantars, the commander spoke up briefly, “Sorry about your loss, DeAires.  I knew your father.  We went to school together.”

“Thank you, sir,” replied DeAires, as he continued walking past and then out the door.

One of his Eagles was waiting on guard outside in the corridor.  Garry took a look at Raphael and suggested they go to the meditation room on board The Golden Falcon, “Looks like you could do with a break, son – were they tough on you?”

“Thanks for the suggestion, Garry, but first something to drink – I think I spoke more than any of the more senior officers present,” replied Raphael with some irony.  “Apparently I’m an unknown factor and somehow that gives them permission to pick me apart…”

Unfortunately, Cmdr. Esturias overheard that last remark as he came up behind the two men, “You’re right, DeAires… you are an unknown factor… with your gifts and talents.  These officers are not used to such an exotic creature like you, so you’re going to have to toughen up a bit and learn to answer questions and then keep your mouth shut the rest of the time!”

“Sir…”

Cmdr. Esturias wasn’t finished with him, “Who is this, one of your Eagles?”

“Garry Onterus, sir”, answered the big Eagle, saluting, looking over the commander’s head; he was very tall, about 8’8”.  “Assigned by Lord VaCoupe to guard Line Commander DeAires, sir…”

Esturias was a tall man, but he had to look up to speak to the massive Eagle, “Thank you, Onterus.  Just follow along right now, will you?  I need to speak with this young charge of yours somewhere private.”

“Sir… then you might try the mess hall – I already checked it out, sir.  No one is there right now.”

“Yes, I would imagine a giant like you wants to know where his next meal is coming from, eh?” replied Esturias rather sarcastically.  The good-natured Garry just smiled in returned and nodded.

When the three men arrived at the mess hall, Garry stationed himself at the doorway, while Esturias gestured for DeAires to sit down.  “I would imagine that was hard on you, DeAires – to be questioned about your family like that?”

“Yes, sir – it brings up a lot that I would rather not deal with right now, sir…” replied Raphael, soberly.

Understood, DeAires, but now you have a bigger test ahead, don’t you?  You already sense that one of the dark lords has managed to hide in with the other prisoners…?”

“Yes, sir – I can feel his presence.  He’s being brought on board the ship as we speak…”

“I can feel his presence, as well. Okay, I will order a detachment of our Feline warriors to be present, commanded by Lantrill, when you’re doing the first examinations – any nonsense and they will shoot to kill – just don’t get in the way.  You’re useful – and I don’t want to lose you right now.  My father would be extremely angry… not to say several Eagles.”

Garry snorted and pretended he hadn’t overheard anything.  He was glad the new commander seemed to be interested and concerned about Raphael.  Personally, he felt he would give his life to protect the youngster, but no one had consulted him on the subject, so he kept his mouth closed like the commander suggested.

The prisoners were brought out onto the tarmac on the landing bay.  Most, but not all were in chains.  All were wearing dark gray uniforms with no distinguishing emblems – which Esturias guessed had been already ripped off to hide any rank or position.  Two of the Eagles assigned to DeAires followed him as he slowly moved down the line-up.  Esturias signaled to his warrior commander, Lantrill, when the young man paused in front of a prisoner; the warrior acknowledged the signal with a sign of his own.  His men were ready.

For a moment, DeAires closed his eyes concentrating on discerning the man’s energies.  That’s all it took.  In his desperation, the prisoner lashed out swiftly and grabbed DeAires’ wrist.  In his other hand was a knife that had been secreted in his uniform.  Yanking himself free, DeAires relaxed his body and slipped to the floor and then rolled, kicking upward, he managed to knock the knife out of the prisoner’s hand…”That one, Commander – he’s the dark lord!”

“How would you know, Pleiadian scum?” snarled the man… and then paused, cocking his head reading Raphael’s frequencies, “Ah, you were one of ours once – these are not your masters!  You belong to me!”

The dark lord reached out to touch DeAires once more, but he had moved away and managed to stand up, shaking. “No, never – kill him, Commander, before he touches anyone else!”

“What, no trial?” mocked the dark lord.

Not for your kind – fire, men!”

The dark lord screamed dropping to the floor as the fire of three laze guns hit his body.  Esturias watched in horror as a black cloud rose from the body and dissipated into the air.  “What was that?”

“Sir, you don’t want to know…” replied DeAires. “He’s marked me so now I’ll have to submit to a scan…”

“Sorry about that, lad,” replied Esturias regretfully.

The waiting healers came forward to examine the remaining prisoners who glanced nervously towards DeAires and his Eagles.  DeAires was examined first and was found clear of any devices.  All of the prisoners had control devices that had penetrated deep into their bodies.  Esturias received the report from the healers and then walked over towards the prisoners to announce their fate, “Sorry, men… you’re all infected with artificial intelligence; it’s just a matter of time when you’ll become like what you just witnessed. And right now, we don’t have the technology required to remove those implants.  You’re all sentenced to death.”

As Esturias turned away from the condemned men, his face was grim.  He didn’t like condemning men who had probably been tricked or forced into following the dark lords, but he didn’t have a choice in the matter.  As DeAires had told him – other men, his men could fall victim to the AI and endanger the whole fleet.  He nodded to Lantrill, the warrior commander, who responded with a loud, “Fire, men!”  And he winced at the sound of falling bodies on the hard floor.

Esturias left the hangar bay, leaving the instructions for the deceased prisoners to be placed in caskets and sent into the nearest sun; perhaps they would be reborn free of the impediments taken on by their souls – but that was now out of his hands.  A very subdued DeAires and his Eagle guards followed him, along with the Feline warrior contingent.  DeAires had been cleared by the healers, but he would bear watching to see if his behavior changed in the coming days.  As he watched the procession following the boy, he had an ironic thought:  someone watching this would think the boy was some sort of king rather than a lowly officer – it was obvious that men became extremely protective around him without the boy even noticing.  Odd that… Perhaps as Pleiadians, they sensed the energy of the Mother within him…

Come on, DeAires, we’re heading back to The Golden Bee.  I want you to get some rest.  You’ve been put through the mill today.”

“Thank you, sir,” replied DeAires, his voice sounding rather exhausted.  Esturias thought the boy was looking rather peaky.

One of the Eagles spoke up, “We’ll take care of him, sir – we’re used to nursing him after all.”

Esturias looked rather amused to hear a huge Eagle admit that he acted as a nursemaid for a full-grown man… but then there were extenuating circumstances, weren’t there.  He was going to have a long discussion with his Father when he managed to take some leave home…

DeAires managed to walk back to the airlock that attached The Golden Bee to the mothership, just stumbling once or twice and recovering with Garry’s support.  When he got to his quarters, he collapsed on his sleeping pad and went right to sleep, sprawled out in his uniform.  When Tomás entered the room and looked in askance at Earl and Garry, the latter shrugged, “He had a run-in with a dark lord this afternoon.  Looks like all that martial training you gave him finally paid off – “

Earl nodded, conveying the scene in private telepathic mode.  Tomás was astonished… that Cmdr. Esturias would endanger his friend’s life in such a manner… and that DeAires had managed to free himself for the first time in his short life.  It was another stepping stone to healing the deep wounds of the past, but he would have to keep a better eye on the youngster after this.

After a moment’s thought, he cautioned, “Look, lads, be careful how you mention this to Kantor.  He’s come close to losing this brother of his four times this life…”

The two Eagles nodded and continued looking down at the sleeping Raphael.  For now, he would stay out of trouble… at least if he didn’t have any of those dreams of his… and who knew.  Life with Raphael was never dull for long.

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

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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

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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: Clearing Star Wars

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Line Cmdr. Sundeelia:  Clearing Star Wars

When I state that I am a walk-in soul, I fully realize that 1) even once close friends do not believe me; and 2) most Earth humans and even starseeds have very little experience with the concept of being a walk-in.  Fortunately, many of my long-term readers have gone along with the ups and downs, ins and outs of Tazjma’s ascension process, walk-out… and eventually, the completion of my walk-in just a year ago.  To the discerning reader, it is evident that I’m quite different than my elder sister, Lady Taz, perhaps a little rough around the edges as I continue to make adjustments to being in a totally different environment, frequency, and physical vehicle than I am accustomed to at Home.  Still, as my sister RaNia likes to say, “Facts are facts, and your opinion doesn’t change them.”  Consequently, I maintain that I, Sundeelia Kumara VaCoupe, am now occupying what once was the physical vehicle of the one known here as Eliza Ayres, who has now fully reblended with her Higher Self, Lady Tazjma Amariah Kumara VaCoupe.

Now that I have established my identity let me explain why I am here on Earth during this particular window of transition.  First and foremost, I’m here to clear very ancient records stored within my light body of events that took place during the original phases of Star Wars, involving my homes in Sirius and the Pleiades.  For me, I lived and died three times within this phase, one that went on for centuries of Earth time.  Dying young and without the opportunity to clear and heal, the memory of the trauma of those lifetimes remained in my light body until I was given the chance to come here, to Earth, as a placeholder for my ascending sister, Lady Taz.  And so it is that at least a small portion of my soul essence is “here” NOW, in the process of clearing the cause, core, record, and memory of those events which have prevented the expansion of my light and service above.  I am truly grateful for this opportunity.

Before some misinformed person goes off and complains or calls my elder sister, Lady Taz, a coward for abandoning the ascension process of the planet, I might remind you all that she spent an entire great year here, over 25,000 years, with many incarnations, many working to further anchor the Presence of the Christ Light and Freedom’s Flame upon this planet.  As with many others of my Kumaran kin, she worked tirelessly to promote freedom, equality, right-thinking, right-acting, compassion and dedication to Source energy.  She (often as he) was seldom understood, persecuted for her efforts, and some of the personalities of some of her lifetimes continue to suffer under the calumny and continued lies directed against their memories by her enemies…the enemies of the Light.

Despite what the Church says about their Jesus, the one that we knew as Master Yeshua did not work alone.  His efforts were fully supported by a community of lightworkers, known as the Essenes, plus the many spiritual teachers he met outside of Palestine during his travels as Esa to the far reaches of Persia and India.

No one comes here alone.  We, my Pleiadian, Sirian, and Venusian kin know this planet to be “the planet of lies”.  Nothing is as it is advertised.  All have been reversed, inverted and corrupted by the presence of an ancient enemy of ours, the Belials.  We drove them out of our star space, now we are in the process of driving them off of this planet.  And, ironically, I am here to clear some ancient trauma and pain from the original Star Wars, as the Galactic Wars are now known, wars that raged throughout this galaxy for millions of years.

The original Galactic wars started with the incursion of an alien humanoid species who invaded this quadrant of Creation, without permission from the Divine Councils, and in defiance of any sort of cosmic law.  These interlopers first invaded the constellation of Orion, setting up their headquarters on Rigel, and then eventually invading and taking command of what we call “the Midway Belt”.  Located within Orion’s Belt are several 3-4D planets, much like Earth, who have now been under the control of the Belials for thousands of years, again, much like Earth.  The Belials due to their low-frequency levels, up to high 5D, were unable to penetrate the higher vibrational frequencies of the great blue-light star of Betelgeuse, known as Bejelium to the Pleiadians.  For it is Bejelium that is the highest frequency point in the entire Milky Way Galaxy, and the home to such luminaries as Metatron, Melchizedek, Lord Orion, and others.

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Knowing no bounds to their greed and desire to conquer, the Belials sought out other star systems to invade, including nearby Sirius and the Pleiades.  To my knowledge, due to its distance from either of these systems, the Isle of Ashtar was left undisturbed by the interlopers, so they were situated to assist in marshaling up a defense for their allies, the Sirians, and the Pleiadians.

The Sirian Star System, consisting of Sirius A and Sirius B, contains many smaller planets around the stars.  Sirius is the birthplace of humanity… despite what you hear from numerous channels and self-proclaimed authorities now… being so ancient a civilization that its unwritten history extends back untold millions and even billions of years.  The original human Lyrans were originally considered to be outer Sirians who migrated to the Lyran system and set up colonies there.  Lyra was also invaded during the course of the ancient Star Wars, with many of its people fleeing to countless other worlds and systems in search of refuge.  This portion of history has been told to me by Trillia Gia, who as a princess of Sirius A and a daughter of Lord Krishna, should know of what she speaks.

Ancient Sirius had never been at war before she was invaded by the Belial, so it was a scramble to prepare ships and the needed defenses to prevent this ancient civilization from being completely overrun and conquered.  Our allies, the Pleiadians, and the Ashtarians came to our aid, building and delivering ships and training our crews.  Still, some of the outer Sirian isles came under attack and were lost or conquered, if only for a time.  It was in one such attack that my brother and I died while under attack after witnessing the destruction of an entire planet… much like the destruction of Alderaan, the home of Princess Leia in the original Star Wars movie.  I very much doubt that Taz in first viewing that movie ever imagined that she had witnessed such a scene, yet she still felt a resonance with the story…somewhat.

Such was the vastness of the Pleiadian star federation that they had already built a strong fleet of starships, primarily to protect transport ships across the vast reaches of space.  Still, the unevenness of frequency between some of the Pleiadian isles left some of the worlds open to the incursion, invasion, and destruction.  It was a profound lesson for the Pleiadian people to realize that they would have to collectively raise up their frequency levels to remove themselves from being subjugated like the Lower Orions.  It took many thousands of years, much human suffering, and much work and cooperation to take back those portions of our star system that had been affected by the Belials.  And in the final battle, it was a woman who abruptly ended the Star Wars in the Pleiades.

The Queen of BerWare, Lady Claudine, boldly stepped forward and stood before the Dark Lord.  She was an imposing darkly bronzed woman of well over eight feet in height, with streaming long white blonde hair, dark blue piercing eyes naturally lined with violet, a woman born of House Coupe.  She looked at the Dark Lord whose menacing presence seemed to shimmer with threat and violence.  Lady Claudine seemed unimpressed, standing there silently in complete calm.  The opposing forces looked on with startled amazement at the sight, dark against light.  The lady’s guard looked bewildered, but she ignored them, too.  She stepped forward towards the Dark Lord.  Her audience, troops from the opposing forces, waited breathlessly.  Was she about to surrender?

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Then the lady did something entirely unexpected.  She lifted up her hand, pointing her index finger and as if brushing away an insect, waved it towards the Dark Lord.  For a moment it was unclear what had happened, but then the Dark Lord staggered back in surprise, gasping as his last breath was driven from his body.  Then he collapsed into a metallic heap upon the ground.

Immediately the ranks of the dark troops fell apart as the control forcefield that held them together was gone with the death of the Dark Lord.  They fled, hotly pursued by the Pleiadian forces gathered there.  Later, there was much talk about the astonishing deed that had felled the Dark Lord and effectively ended the Pleiadian phase of Star Wars…for it has not ended yet.  Star Wars is still being played out on Earth.

What the Dark Lord did not know was that the great Pleiadian lady who stood before him was an incarnated Elohim, who commanded the powers of the elements.  She was and is the Goddess of Change, a Daughter of Mother Isis, and a daughter of the House of Coupe, my family.  You can find out more about this great Lady on my sister’s website The Starseed Highway

On that fateful day, Lady Claudine voluntarily took on a great karmic load for her part in the destruction of the Dark Lord.  Yet, she chose to save her people.  Consequently, with the routing of the enemy from Pleiadian space, the great system lords were able to effectively cast the Belials out of heaven, out of the higher frequency worlds.  And the Pleiadians have been allowed to become a people dedicated to peace and love.  Still, we chose to support the effort of the Alliance in freeing Earth from the negative effects of the Belials, who are present here among you.  You will know them for their works, which are against the well-being of humanity and of the planet.  They are here on Earth because of the presence of great resource wealth, including the DNA of humanity itself.

This article appears to have taken on a life of its own, another opportunity to clear the old records by journaling about my version of Star Wars, the intergalactic incursions of the Belials and other negatively aligned races including the Dracos and Reptilians.

Above, on board The White Winds, the rest of my soul essence is at home in a graceful body of a Pleiadian female, working as a highly trained and motivated member of the crew, alongside other Pleiadians and humanoids of a great variety of species.  We work tirelessly for the freedom of this world of yours.  We appreciate the efforts made by those lightworkers and starseeds who have succeeded in waking up and stepping out of the artificial matrix set to keep you caught up in daily distractions.  The ground crew is a very important aspect of this mission, as it is those who are incarnated here within human vehicles who can, under cosmic laws, command the elements and angels to assist in clearing the astral body of the planet.  By aligning and clearing your bodies, you are better able to hold more light and affect more change on this planet simply by being yourselves, filled with joy and happiness.

We are not here as Saviors.  The generations of Earth must do their part to raise the frequency of the planet, first by working on self-mastery and then applying mastery to the groups in which they work.  Some will choose to work as individuals.  Work free of ego as this ascension process is not about you; it is about an entire world of potential, a beautiful planet that deserves to set free and clear of all the poisonous effects of the activities of your psychopathic rulers.

We will be here for the duration, as we are fully dedicated, but we can only do so much.  Get in touch with your own power and abilities, ground crew, as there is much to do.  We love you. You are not alone in your efforts to free this world.

We have seen the Earth free, the Light Victorious, but between there and the playing out of events in the physical there is much that can happen.  Let freedom’s flame burst within each of you, clearing out all the dross from previous lifetimes, and if you are new to the planet, do the clearings for the generations who have lived and died under tyranny.  Do it for the life and diversity of this marvelous world, still a jewel among jewels.

Now I go… to give this still healing body a chance to get some nourishment and rest.  Go in Peace, dear Brothers and Sisters.

Namasté,

I AM Sundeelia VaCoupe, Line Commander, The White Winds, flagship for the Outer Pleiadian Fleet

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Sundeelia: The Other Side of Fear

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Sundeelia:  The Other Side of Fear

What is fear?  Can we arrive at a place where we can release the last remaining embers of fear?  How will we feel once fear is faced down and released?  Lighter?  Freer?

Few people are aware that fear is the opposite of love.  As love is all-encompassing and life-fulfilling, fear is a contracting energy that drives our consciousness into often denying our own humanity.

I am not condemning anyone for feeling fear.  On a survival basis, fear is the signal received as your belly tightens and you know that something or someone is threatening your well-being.  Anyone who has spent time out in the woods has felt this sensation, even if you do not see who or what is watching you from beyond the dark leaves.

Every warrior who has gone into battle has felt fear grip his/her stomach as they brace themselves against the unknown.

Everyone who has faced a change in their circumstances is confronted by the chimera of fear, as their entire body is seized with anxiety.  Fear of the unknown is very real and understandable.

Sometimes we have fear for our loved ones, those whom we leave behind, especially when facing death at the hands of the enemy. What will happen to them when we’re gone?  Will they be safe?  Will I ever see them, again?

Sometimes we do not have time to process or move through our fears and so they are locked up in a sealed compartment and stored in our light body until such time when we are ready to deal with and to face our fears. Such a time arrived for me this past week.  It was time to release my fears.

As a Pleiadian walk-in from 6-7th density, I was given an extraordinary opportunity when it was apparent that my elder sister, Tazjma, was about to complete her final ascension and return Home.  Her physical vehicle was still viable, rather like a used car with a few nicks, bangs, and some needed work under the hood, but relatively healthy.  So, it was with some concern that I felt yet another wave of illness start to overcome this older body, wondering if perhaps I didn’t have much time here after all.  In other words, I was facing a conscious opportunity to release my fears, those stemming from my present circumstances and those which have been locked away for thousands of lifetimes.

Indeed, I was also fortunate to be in the presence of my much-beloved sister, RaNia, another walk-in soul and a talented psychic and healer.  After a few days of light fevers, my cough began to worsen.  While I attempted to sleep, I called in healing angels and masters.  The next day, my sister looked at me as I struggled with another cough.  I actually felt better, but not quite myself.  There was more to release.  RaNia sat down near my feet, tuned in and began to draw sticky energy from my light body.

As she tuned into the substance, she noted that the energies of long-suppressed fear stemming from my three lifetimes spent in the galactic star wars were now releasing.  It was this same suppressed core of energy that prevented the expansion of my soul evolution in the higher worlds.  It had to be dealt with NOW in order that I might expand my Light presence here and above.

The fears that came to the surface were an assorted lot… the typical fears felt by warriors as they go up against an unknown and powerful enemy; fear for those who are left behind, and even fear of now going forward while living on a strange world in the midst of a chaotic transitional period.  However, the most interesting of all was the fear of living, the fear of letting go and embracing life.

It seems that within I was still stuck in survival mode, still in a state of alarm, still involved in worrying about my loved ones, still concerned about the viability of battle strategies and the various possible outcomes.  These concerns and fears stemmed from my first two lifetimes during the course of the great star wars, as Lord Delos, son of Lord Chananda, from Sirius A.  In both of these lifetimes, I was a warrior and leader, trained to defend our people.  It was a shock when my then brother, Lord Tazo, our crew and I went down in blazing glory when attacked by a new enemy on the outskirts of Sirian-claimed space.

In the second lifetime, I spent a long time battling the now well-known enemies, again within the Sirian star cluster and alongside our Pleiadian allies as more and more of their isles came under attack and infiltration.  It was long ago that our people fought these wars together.  It was long ago that we learned the necessity of working as a collective consciousness.  Eventually, the people of Sirius learned how to protect themselves from the enemy, by creating a forcefield that encompassed the entirety of the Sirian system, which was uncomfortable for anyone not having Sirian blood.  However, I died again in the midst of battle before our people were cut free from doing war.

In the third lifetime, I was born into the Pleiades, on the Isle of Morova, a tribal isle.  Our people were primarily artisans and traders and traveled across our isle in great camel trains and across space in trading vessels.  When I was around six, the caravan of my extended family was attacked and I along all the other children were taken captive on slave ships.  About five of us were saved by a Pleiadian warship.  Later in this short life, I was killed by slavers whose attack on yet another caravan was interrupted by a Pleiadian patrol.

Our enemy, the Belials, came from another quadrant of creation; they are not and have never been native to this part of creation.  They are not meant to be here and have much disturbed the natural flow of evolution within this quadrant.  This is being dealt with even as your planet is being freed from their influence.  It is from their presence here, along with their allies, the negative Reptilians, and other races, that your world has suffered long.  And when I came to be in charge of this physical vehicle I recognized the energy signature of the enemy, those who were responsible for the death of worlds and billions of lives.  So, yes, it was natural to feel a resurgence of the ancient fears.

And yet, it was also time to release these fears, to transmute them with the Violet Flame, and to realize that my soul consciousness and frequency levels now far surpass those of the enemy, for our people, both Sirian and Pleiadian have evolved beyond the frequency levels wherein the enemy found them vulnerable to attack and possible subjugation.  We are not what we once were.  Our worlds now resonate at 5D and our people are peaceful, loving, and hard-working as individuals and as a collective.  We have joined with our allies, the Sirians, the Pleiadians, the Ashtar and many other worlds and systems to create the Galactic Federation of Light with its motto, “We Are One”.  In other words, we have moved beyond fear and into joy and love.  And it is with that love that we will free those worlds that are still affected by the presence of the enemy, the Belials and all of their 4D and 5D cohorts.

When I had released the majority of the ancient fears, I immediately felt better even physically.  This is just a personal example of what can happen when one is willing to work on their old “stuff”.

During this transitional period on Earth, given there is so much assistance, so many dispensations allowing for the quick release of ancient karmic debris and other layers of emotional trauma.  You are bound to feel most especially the emotional trauma coming up as you live on a water world and move through the planet’s emotional body.  This energy is coming up for everyone now with the onslaught of photonic and cosmic light moving through our lower bodies.  Everyone, without exception, is being affected even if they do not understand.  Those who refuse to clear their “stuff” will act out or project their unbalanced emotions upon others.  Without self-mastery, there will be no going forward for those souls in their current soul evolution.  As a consequence, they will be removed to other worlds to continue on with their soul lessons.  The Universe acts out of love.  Each individual upon Earth is given a free will choice and their choices are honored.

Since I will only be present on this planet for a relatively short time, I have chosen to release this ancient core of trauma, pain, and unresolved emotions.  I wasn’t given the time to process or grieve long ago.  Now, I have been handed the opportunity to heal my old wounds and to move forward in my soul evolution and the expansion of my Light and ability to Love all Life Free.  I am so grateful to my mentors and my Family who fully support and love me through this process of recovering and remembering who I AM truly.

I also thank Lord El Morya for personally coming forward to assist me in releasing Taz from a bit of old karma engendered during her last lifetime spent here.  Now Tazjma will not be compelled to return and balance a bit of outstanding karma between herself and a prominent false teacher.  I will leave this story for now as it is personal and has been touched upon in earlier writings by Eliza Ayres, the human pen name of Lady Taz.

Know that as my heart and emotional body clears, I am more capable of letting go of the ancient warrior and embracing my femininity.  I fully intend to aid in bringing forth, along with my dear sister RaNia, much of the knowledge of the higher worlds, worlds that we know and live within even NOW.

Go in peace.  Go in wonder.  Discover for yourself the divine Calm that exists within your own heart.  In gaining remembrance of your own star lineage, you will expand your horizons and understanding of our wonderful Creation that we all share together as brothers and sisters.  Be the Light that you are.  Be the Love that you are, but always in balance and grounded within the Presence of the world on which you live.  She is your Mother.  Defend her by expanding your Light here and guiding her people with love.  This is a collective effort on all of our parts.  Someday we will share the story of how Earth came to be here in this Solar System.  And wonder where she first came from.

Now, I go.  I have much healing still to do within my present borrowed physical vehicle.  I chuckle at the winces that might engender in some who do not understand the concept of being a walk-in soul.  May your consciousness expand and mature, dear ones.  It will in the course of the flow and spiral of time.

I, Sundeelia have stepped to the other side of fear, to joy and love.  You can, too.  Join me there in the warmth of the Love of our Creator, our Father/Mother God.  Until next time, blessings and joy to all.

Namasté,

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

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Cmdr. Sundeelia: What’s Next?

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Cmdr. Sundeelia:  What’s Next?

What comes next on planet Earth is an excellent question, but one that will only be answered through the gradual outplaying of events that lay before us.

Since I am officially “retired” in your parlance – the truth is far different – my presence “here” has ample time to view the ‘news” via the Internet, on alternative sites, through the Reader on WordPress, and through my own observations, including feelings, as to what is currently going on in this swiftly transitioning world.  And consequently, write about my observations.  As with a channeled piece, take what resonates and leave the rest.

As the President of the United States (POTUS) Donald J. Trump is now the primary person upon which the world focus now resides, for good or ill.  A significant portion of the American populace doesn’t know quite what to make of Trump, especially if they still follow the mainstream media news reports, that is.  Others detest him outright, who, IMHO I will say that this particular fraction of Americans have been completely brainwashed and indoctrinated, and stripped of their ability for critical thinking and logic by a toxic combination of mind-numbing drugs, poor quality processed foods, excessive sugar, water poisoned by the nerve-agent fluoride, and sprayed like bugs through geoengineering.  Add in a toxic educational environment that is, in reality, designed to create mindless little robots who mouth the official story and you have a dangerously endangered and dumb-downed public.  Frankly, it is a wonder to me that any of you can survive at all and a reflection of the inherent toughness and adaptability of the human species present on Earth in these latter days.

Chaos has been sown on this Earth, this sacred blue-green planet, with the sole “evil” intent to control and dominate the existing human population.  In the relatively recently revealed plans of the global elite, it has been pointed out that there exists the intent of wiping out, yes, killing at least 90% of the population, leaving only the elite or rulers and their well-controlled slaves or servants.  The elite has told you their plans, blatantly, laying them out in plain sight, knowing that the distracted population would most likely miss the message, being too busy with their cellphones and other electronic toys to pay attention.  Yet there have been a brave few, patriots on behalf of ALL humanity, who have been willing to look, pay attention, learn and finally create a plan to foil, once and for all, the plans of the once hidden cabal, the real aliens among the indigenous human race.

We, of the Pleiades, and our allies of the Galactic Federation of Light, are aware of these plots and counterplots and so we look on with great interest to see in which direction the population will go.  Will they blindly follow their erstwhile masters, looking for free handouts on the way or will they remove themselves from the sheeple and strike a blow for freedom?  Our people, who have fought our own battles with the Enemy that you now face, hope it is the latter choice.

Striking a blow for freedom doesn’t always translate to mean one must literally fight in combat.  Acting as an agent of change can take on as many roles and paths as one can imagine.  Being a vegetable gardener in the midst of a deserted city can be to act as a rebel against the establishment that wishes to see people starve in the midst of plenty.

There is the need to question EVERYTHING that you have ever been taught.

I’ve never been attracted to politics, but I find myself watching reports about what is going on and doing some of my own research into the origins of the problems now plaguing the United States.  Since I live in the States, I know it best, so choose to use it as an example.  Basically, what people are now facing is a choice between low frequency and high-frequency ways of living.  I could label these two choices, just as easily as “good” and “evil”, but which one is evil and which one is good.  That depends on your point of view.  As an example, the so-called elite, who have singled themselves out from the rest of the people; consider their way the right way.  They believe that they have the God-given right of conquest over the rest of humanity if they are truly a part of humanity at all.  They believe that their “gods” will return and wrestle the control of the world from all others, leaving it in their hands for good and all.

That brilliant but deluded scenario will not play out this time.  For these “elite” as they regard themselves, above and better than others, are not of the generations of Man, but an scions or descendants, actually hybrids, of the remnants of a race that crash-landed on the Earth after the destruction of Marduk, and consequent stripping of Mar’s atmosphere, and being chased here by their enemies… the Pleiadians and other agents of the Light.

The elite, at least some of them, are the scions of the fallen “angels”, although they certainly were never angelic, but a race of beings known as the Belials who entered this quadrant of Creation through a portal near the constellation of Orion.  Immediately, they began to attack and conquer the worlds within the lower Orion star system, only halted by the higher frequency levels of Bejelium, which is still today remains free of all influence from the dark ones and their allies, the negative Reptilians.  Great Beings such as Metatron, Lord Orion, and Lord Melchezidek make their home still in this world that contains the highest frequency levels currently available within this Quadrant.

The heavens from which the Belials “fell” were the higher frequency worlds of the Sirius and Pleiadian star systems, as well as many others, who long fought the War in the Heavens, aided by Archangel Michael and His Blue Ray Legions.  As a consequence, besides their foothold on Rigel and the lower Orion worlds (including the Belt worlds), the Belials have been denied further access to Sirius and the Pleiades and any other enticing worlds out there.  Soon, this last remaining outpost on Earth will be lost to them, as well, as the planet undergoes her ascension back into the higher dimensions, from which she fell over 12,000 years ago due to the inroads of the Belials and the destruction of the great Sky Crystal.  The “fall” was a fall in frequency levels, from the sixth dimension to the fifth and finally to the third dimension.  And the Earth is one of the lowest vibrating planets still in existence in this Quadrant, but not for long.  The attention of all the lighted worlds of this Galaxy and many of those well beyond are now focused on this tiny planet at the edge of the Galaxy, as the Earth undertakes her birth into the frequency of the fifth dimension.

This rise in frequency levels will be gradual, but consistent, especially when the contrary ways of the erstwhile “elite” are ended once and for all.  The only way to succeed in this mission is to forcefully cut off all sources of funding that the elite has used to further their nefarious plans, which is to shut down the Central Banks, all over the world.  Since the majority of these banks are owned by one family, the Rothschilds, this will effectively limit their influence on governments in the future.  This is one avenue that POTUS Trump and his team of patriots is currently pursuing, to break the American Republic free of the octopus arms of the Federal Reserve.  As with most inventions of the cabal, the Central Bank was not designed for the good of the people, but a way to control, dominate and crash the economy of a country and bring its rulers and leaders to their knees whenever such a display of force was needed.  The cabal is very afraid that this is now taking place in America, as it has already taken place in a few other countries, namely Russia, Syria and Iceland.  And they can’t do anything about it but scream, threaten and bully in their own narcissistic way, primarily through their chosen organs of propaganda, the mainstream media news, and the controlled film industry.

In the words of Douglas Gabriel, it only takes a few people to create a Revolution.  Less than 5% of the colonists participated in the first American Revolution.  Most colonists wanted to remain within the control of Great Britain.  The patriots knew that the destruction of their individual freedoms as British citizens was slowly being eaten away and that an arrogant overseas government would naturally fail to understand the needs and wants of the long-distant colonists.  So, despite the pleas of their countrymen, neighbors and sometimes family members, the patriots struck out for an ideal of Freedom that had not previously been allowed to exist upon this planet, not for many generations since before the Fall of legendary Atlantis.

Today, the patriots are still few but their numbers are growing as the Internet connects like mind to like mind.  Minds that have formerly been closed off, perhaps frightened by the prospect of change are suddenly coming awake, on fire, to become enlightened by the Flame of Freedom, the Violet Fire that is the signature frequency of the incoming energies of the New World.  Their efforts which have failed in the past, even after the first American Revolution, are now supported by the incoming rush of Cosmic Rays as your planet trails its Sun through a new and higher frequency part of space.  We have seen the future and in it, the Light has won, but you now must allow events to play out, step by painful step.

This is truly a cyberwar that is taking place on your world—information against the control of information.  Information, as we have told you in the past, is Light.  To be informed is to be given the tools and knowledge in order to make wise decisions.  The wisdom part of the decision-making process is entirely up to you and your ability to tune into your own inner guidance.  If you are incapable of accessing this inherent wisdom, you may make unfortunate decisions.  When faced with a major potentially life-changing decision, it is wise to sit on it for a while and let the decision form itself within until the feeling that it is complete and feels “right”.  Then you can move forward.  A sense of ease will accompany any decision that has been carefully made.  Keep in mind that your decisions may, if reached in this manner, completely contradict everything that you’ve been ever taught, but it will emanate from your own inner Truth.

The Second American Revolution is actually more than an American revolution for it will affect the rest of the planet, the rest of the world’s population, with the effective goal to FOREVER free this planet from the control mechanisms placed upon it by an alien force.  This ultimate goal will be attained through the works of the patriots on the ground, the ground crew, aligned with the Light Alliance and the positive extraterrestrial forces of the Galactic Federation of Light.

People who have followed the teaching of the New Age often mistake or discount the necessity of doing a little dirty work before an individual can succeed in their goal of creating a beautiful and abundant life for themselves.  They may refuse to work on themselves, clearing their own karmic debris from their genetic lineage and their own individual incarnations.  They may insist that everyone follow the methods that they have found effective, thus denying others a free will choice to choose what works for them, which may be totally opposite to what is being sold.  They may speak out against the POTUS and his team, unwilling to look beyond the vivid ego of Trump to see how effectively he is acting as the spearhead of a movement.  This movement, designed by patriots, is expanding across the country, as more people realize that the vacuous promises given by socialist Zionists are paper promises, designed to con the people into continuing to give their power away to an ever-growing and invasive federal government.  Behind the false promises lies total dominion and control, the Orwellian nightmare of 1984, this has been, truly, the full intent of the global elite all along, minus that 90% of useless mouths…people who refuse to mindlessly obey and are killed for their resistance.  Few people realize that it was the plan of the corrupt secret government to round up and kill outright at least 25 million Americans.  That was the use intended for all those secret FEMA camps and piles of pre-made coffins.  All of that would have played out under the Clinton administration, under the orders of her global Zionist puppet-masters, the Rothschilds family, and their hidden masters, the 13 Black Families of Europe.

Make no mistake; you have all been given a reprieve by the election of Trump, whether or not you personally like the man.  Take the time to learn more about the Second American Revolution and decide to hold a little gratitude for an individual chosen by retired members of the American military to lead this country back into the Light, perhaps kicking and screaming, but onward and upward nevertheless.

In my own readings, I have been drawn to the works of Tyla and Douglas Gabriel, aka Betsy Ross and Thomas Paine, of American Intelligence Media.  I also value the reports from the SGT Report, X22 Report, Lionel, Anti-school, You Are Free TV and many other patriotic freedom-fighters who are currently fighting a battle against an attempt of full-scale censorship on the part of YouTube, Google, Twitter, Facebook, and other social media platforms.  This is a war of information.  The denial of information is a denial of the Light.  The ability to decide what you want to read or view should be a right for each citizen no matter what country they reside within.  Yes, that includes China and countries of the Middle East.

Freedom will come next upon this planet, but it will take a struggle and take unpredictable turns.  Be able to find YOUR center and place of calm within as the chaos swirls about you, whether energetically or as flying bodies.  Freedom needs to be earned.  It isn’t valued when it is handed to you on a plate.  We know this well for we had to fight for our freedom long ago in those legendary star wars that covered millions of years and tracked across the Galaxy from end to end.  Fight well, people of Earth, and we will fight alongside you.  The Flame of Freedom still burns on the High Altar of the Temple of Purification.  Let it burn, also, within your own individual hearts.

Namaste,

I AM Sundeelia VaCoupe, of the Starship The White Winds (aka Eliza Ayres)

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