Lady Hope: Peace Be Within

Lady Hope:  Peace be Within

I AM Hope.  I spring eternal from within every heart who listens to the birds sing their mating calls and feels their heart respond with soaring flight and wonder.  I am the tiny brook who soothes the weary traveler at day’s end.  I am the glorious sunset that sets the western skies alight.  I AM Hope.

As Priestess of the White Ray, along with my Divine Complement Archangel Gabriel, we serve to anchor the Light of Purity, Ascension, and Resurrection into your world, especially today and in the days to come. 

As many of you have been recently compelled by outer circumstances to curtail your usual activities, you will find yourself at first shocked, then angered, then, hopefully, eventually you will begin to relish the time spent alone with yourself.  It is a time to weigh your progress through the process of self-examination. 

We understand introspection is an activity that has not been widely accepted or encouraged by your cultural mores.  However, if you are homebound, unable to work, to go to a movie, to go to a restaurant or bar with friends… to gather in groups, you will discover a need to examine your conflicting thoughts and feelings.  This is something that is natural to those among you whom most people call introverts. 

In this time of major change, transition, and the crashing down of old systems, it is the introverts and the hypersensitive empaths among you who will thrive.  They are well used to seeking shelter from the bombardment of an all-too-frenetic outer world.  They are much practised to the need to seek peace and quiet within their own heart spaces.  In times like these, they relish the time to seek the quiet things like reading a book, listening to soothing music, or journaling.

The inner worlds are rich with new things to explore, whether it be connecting with your Higher Self, your mentors, learning about your past lives, or simply being quiet listening to your own Heart beat in your ears. For many of you who have thought little upon your connection to God or Source, it might come as a surprise or challenge to venture into this new inner territory.

Seek the Kingdom within for in that Place God dwells.  Each of you who has a heart flame can approach this wondrous Kingdom and build up the Flame that sits astride the altar, wherein the Presence of the Inner Christ resides.  Sit, focus on your chest, and visualize the altar, the three-fold flame within.  As you sit quietly, you will begin to feel a warmth envelope your chest, perhaps even spreading to your head and limbs, depending on how sensitive you are.  Seek to still the fear and release it, using the combination of the blue ray of divine masculine strength and power and blending with the compassion and unconditional love of the divine feminine pink ray to create the Violet Ray… the Flame of Freedom that dissolves, transmutes, transforms, and washes your auric field of all miscreation, that which can be removed layer by layer.

The practice and art of spiritual evolution is a personal journey undertaken by those who wish to align themselves fully with what is Good and Whole.  Those who have chosen to Serve as the hearts and hands of the Divine Presence in All will be stepping forward in the coming days, months and years to bring peace to those who are frightened and disheartened by the great changes.

There is nothing to fear.  Fear has been cleverly used by those who wished to capture your attention, to use you as slaves and chattel, to direct you in ways that are not conducive to spiritual evolution.

We cannot and will not direct your actions or thoughts for you have free will.  You will come to realize, eventually, that only you are your own personal savior.  The first step to that realization is to seek to quiet your heart and simply observe the world with different eyes, with your inner vision that weighs in each moment what is healthy for you to undertake and what is not.  Listen to the wisdom of your body who is fully adapted to the frequencies of this world and beyond.  When you feel warmth in your heart, the path forward is clear and right.  When you feel a tightness in your solar plexus, the path forward will not support you.

Spirituality is not difficult.  It cannot be learned from a book.  It cannot be memorized.  It must be felt within your vehicle, your temporary home during this life journey.  There are lessons to learn.  It is your choice how those lessons will be served to you, whether by a short intense path or a longer, winding rocky path.  Each individual, dark or light (not skin color but heart light or lack thereof) has a choice to come into alignment or not.  We cannot and will not walk the Path for you yet whatever your choice, we stand beside you without Judgment.

Go now in peace, my children.  As a representative of the Divine Mother of all I can call you my children.  I AM Hope and I am here beside you if ever you need a helping hand.  Call upon me, upon my Divine Complement, upon our Legions, and we are there.  We require your permission to act on your behalf, yet ever will we send you our Love and encouragement which will flow in when you open your heart to us and the other Legions of Angels.

I AM Hope.  Blessed be for all Eternity.

Transcribed by Eliza Ayres, 18 March 2020.

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Sundeelia: A Time to Come Together

Lord Michael’s Blue Flame Sword

Sundeelia: A Time to Come Together

So, the time long foretold when an old corrupt “world” would collapse of its own weight has arrived. However the ultimate fall was triggered, it is done now, it is happening before our very eyes, the proverbial shift has hit the fan. Now, it is time for people to step away from looking outside of themselves for answers, for someone in “authority” to direct them, or to seek to silence those “others” who disagree with their political or cultural beliefs. None of that means anything now when all of humanity is facing unbelievable structural changes to the very fabric of life and society, when all that people know has been revealed as being devised from the tissues of lies and propaganda.

Now it is time to decide within each heart what truly is important in life.

Outside the sun still shines. The birds still sing and fly through the air. The flowers bloom, decay, and fall… following ageless cycles of birth, life, death, and renewal. Nature has not failed, and so we will not… given faith and hope and the sure knowledge that life and existence continues whether or not we are present. Having remembrance of my own many lives and deaths and rebirth, I can say this with surety. Life continues and follows the spirals of time.

So, you can’t go to the store to buy another useless item made in China. You can live without it. So you will have to learn to eat with more thrift, much like our parents and grandparents did while living through the Great Depression and two world wars. The creativity that is within all of us will come forward as soon as we release the fear of change and learn to adapt to the circumstances that now confront us. We are safe. We are whole. And we can learn to release the blinders that have prevented us from seeing the Light that exists within every heart however clouded or concealed.

If the Internet goes down, find things to do to entertain yourself. Take up a hobby, read a book, write in your journal (with a pen!), paint a picture even if it is a scribble… do something to move the energies within. When you arrive at a place of internal calm, realize that you are wholly yourself despite any current circumstances. You will survive these alterations and changes coming upon society and those who do will discover a world transformed.

If you find yourself falling into fear, breath slowly and deeply. If you need to move, take a walk or dance. The sky is not falling, only an old brittle control system is being systematically dismantled from within.

What more can I say at present? Not much, only that all will be well. Keep the faith that love is eternal and all around you. Let hope spring eternal from the fountain within, the Fountain of Light that is your threefold flame and feel the warmth of the heartfire that exists there informing you that the Soul is at home, within the body, your temporary vehicle.

For these times, I suggest studying the teachings of the Violet Flame of Saint Germain. Use the Violet Flame mantras to dissolve, transmute, and transform all energies (including fear) that exist within your auric field. Some people who expect spiritual practices to be complicated and required someone else to guide you through them will be surprised at the efficiacy of the Violet Flame.

Utilize the Shield of Archangel Michael to strengthen your auric field, your internal resolve to thrive even within trying times such as these. It is times of change and transition when complacency is shattered and people have to deal with reality. It will be difficult for many and so they will project their fears and discomfort upon others instead of discovering what they can do to help themselves and others.

We are in this together. Let us see who will survive with grace and ease. Know that anything that arrives in your life is a test of how prepared you are to remain in alignment with the Will of God. Those who fail and there will be many, will simply be given an opportunity to retest.

The messages given forth by Archangel Michael through His Scribe Ronna Herman Venzane and the works of Patricia Cota-Robles are some of the most reassuring and uplifting to be found (at least IMHO) today. See what gives you peace when you can no longer be distracted by sports, shopping, movies, and the like.

The shutdowns are a temporary condition and will cease when the “all-clear” is given. Learn patience and be in joy. Life will never be the same for any of us.

Go in Grace, Joy, Love and the Light of the Divine Christ Consciousness.

I AM Sundeelia, Specialty Commander, Line Communications, The White Winds, flagship for the Outer Pleiadian Fleet.

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Sundeelia: What is a Pleiadian High Council?

The Pleiadian Star Nation

Sundeelia: What is a Pleiadian High Council?

Quite often when reading or surveying an article or message for possible posting on Blue Dragon Journal I will notice the authors/channeler referencing the Pleiadian High Council or even ‘councils’.  Perhaps this term is used to give some cache to the message, but in my experience, it is terminology that is highly misleading.

The Pleiades are actually an extremely vast Star Federation made up of sovereign isles (planets) each with their own High Council.  For instance, one of our mid-size isles, the Isle of BerWare, has a High Council made up of local tribal leaders, chieftains from different tribes.  The ‘Head’ of the BerWarian High Council is the Queen, Lady Claudine VaCoupe Vanairus.  Men and women are selected by their local tribe to represent their people’s interests and affairs.

There is no centralized government within the vast Pleiadian Star Federation.  Each isle is autonomous, independent, and maintains its own laws, customs, and traditions.  Most isles are very traditional in nature as it is the Pleiadian way to not change things if what has been used for centuries is still effective.  For example, on Serena, an isle dedicated to agriculture, the farmers still ship their crops to market via river barge rather than via ships or land vehicles.  Every square inch of land is used to grow valuable crops that feed several isles, as well as the Pleiadian Fleet. There is no sense of competition between isles nor is there a need or desire to conquer other isles existent within the Pleiadian consciousness.  We are, as a Pleiadian collective, a people who value freedom and respect sovereignty of the individual, each isle, and of our whole federation.  We fought long and hard to overcome the depredations of dark low-frequency invaders hundreds of thousands of years ago; we would do it again if pressed.

Since the Pleiades are a federation of cooperative isles, the next level of government is the Pleiadian High Council.  Traditionally, the High Council meetings have been held on the great solar isle of Alcyone, in the capital city of Alyona.  However, since the Lord of the Pleiades, Lord Adrigon VaCoupe, lives abroad the Pleiadian flagship, The White Winds, council meetings are also held there.  Leaders from each isle within the Pleiades (of which there are thousands) represent the wishes of the people from their isle.  Leaders are typically lords and ladies, titles which are symbolic of a certain level of soul attainment.  Usually two additional planetary representatives also attend high council.  The representatives are temporary, usually having two-year commitments and all citizens upon any particular isle have input as to what their representatives present to the Council.

There are other councils.  One in particular that has periodically come to the notice of some Earthlings (Terrans) through channeled material is the Council of Nine.  This particular council is made up of several high frequency Beings, including several members of the VaCoupe Family.

The VaCoupe Family is traditionally the House of the Lord of the Pleiades.  The House was started by Lord Metatron and His Divine Complement, Lady Nina, the First Shekinah and First Daughter of the Mother Goddess, Lady Isis.  The Divine Complements descended in frequency to begin a family of physical angelic beings and still continues to this day holding the lordship of the Pleiadian Federation.  Lord Adrigon is also the Head Commander of the Outer Pleiadian Fleet, although the latter position is not necessarily a hereditary one.  Other highly respected and experienced Top Commanders have held the post in the past.

There is also a Pleiadian Council of Twelve.  From what I can discern from this level, this Council is specifically designed to over-light Pleiadian starseeds and walk-ins, providing counseling and training prior of descending to the lower frequencies.  The Pleiadian volunteers are counseled during sessions held while their Earth vessels are asleep.  Coming to 3D from 6D is a huge sacrifice and much of what is encountered here on Terra is diametrically opposed to the values held by our own very traditional cultures.  Any walk-in or starseed who incarnates here will be profoundly changed – which may or may not translate to changes in the future to some of our own cultures.  Each star nation has their own Council of Twelve, made up of evolved beings elected by their world’s or system’s citizens.

The White Winds is not simply the Pleiadian Outer Fleet’s flagship; it also contains a huge University specifically designed to assist all Galactic Federation of Light star seeds, walk-ins and wayshowers.   Due to the evolutionary time sequence we are within, all the High Councils from the participating star nations within the GFL agreed to the creation of the ascension/reblending program as directed by Lord Rananda Kumara. This is an ongoing massive program of which victorious ascended starseeds has been blessed to participate within… I know that all those who help have also earned their positions and collectively together with Lord Rananda (previously incarnated as Elijah and highly reputed Christed Wayshower) have developed in-depth supportive workings to ensure those starseeds who are scheduled to return home (reblend with Higher Self) can do so within a supportive loving system. So this program upon the great mothership is guided and overlighted by said councils of the collective star nations.  Please note that ALL participating star nations have their own Council of Light and Council of Twelve. 

During each potent gateway divined through dates of world-wide festivals or portals like the Solstices, Dwali (India’s Festival of Light), Easter, etc. there are now being held ascension ceremonies for those souls who have successfully completed their ascension programs and are ready to return Home by reblending with their Pleiadian (or other star race) Higher Selves.  Each of these ceremonies are recorded and aired throughout the Multiverse for those families and friends who cannot attend the ceremonies in person.  Each of these ceremonies is a celebration of great joy.  The last ceremony had over 1,000 participants; the next will have over 1,500 victorious ascendees.  Of course that is a wee drop in the bucket coming from a world with over 7 billion souls.  The ones who are going Home have finished with their contributions to the Light frequency of this world.  The ascendees are volunteers who came here from higher frequency worlds to assist Earth humanity from within by lending their light frequency to help raise up the frequency of the general population. The indigenous population is finally waking up en masse.  The next few years will determine the future of this planet for at least the next two thousand years during the Age of Aquarius and beyond, so continue the good work.

Hopefully, I will be able to pull forward more information on various Pleiadian councils.  Any of these councils are concerned with Pleiadian affairs including monitoring our own relatives, friends, and citizens who have volunteered to incarnate upon this world in order to lend their Light to the ascension process of the planet.

Pleiadian ascended masters, Lords and Ladies, including Archangelic Beings also participate in combined councils that oversee the great meditations that send Light and Love to the planet.  Pleiadians do not interfere with the evolutions of your planet from the outside.  We would never consider telling others how to live their lives.  We believe that each individual and collective is responsible for their own evolutionary process.  We are here to support but not to do the work for you.

One more thing – the Pleiadian fleet will not be landing any time soon on the surface.  Your planet is highly polluted thanks to the machinations of your controllers, the globalist elites.  It is the responsibility of the surface population to wake up and take back your personal and collective power.  As human beings, you have tremendous potential.  When you finally reconnect with Divine Intelligence, open your Heart Center, raise your frequency… your life will change… sometimes not in the manner you might expect!  It’s not fairies and unicorns, people, it is common sense, learning discernment, being discriminating, and responsible for your own progression.  And a using a BIG dose of humility – don’t assume you have made it when you haven’t.

Many are the false teachers and charlatans out there.  It is your duty, if you are truly serious about ascension, to learn how to sort out the difference between the dark and light.  Dark to Light… except the Light exists everywhere as it is the essential essence of Source Energy and the underlying essence of Creation.  So if anyone tells you that the Light comes from the Dark, they are a false teacher.  Light is.  Darkness is turning away from the Light… away from Source, from an internal sense of honor, integrity, and balance.

Enough for now – and remember NO PERSONAL INQUIRIES.  Learn to read your own Akashic Record.  Ascension is an inside job.

Namasté,

“Sunny” VaCoupe, Specialty (3rd Level) Communications Commander

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“Ascension Angel” by Glenyss Bourne

Sundeelia: The Advent of Divine Consciousness on Terra

Sundeelia – The Advent of Divine Consciousness on Terra

Christmas is celebrated world-wide, although many of the celebrants are not Christian.  What does that mean?  Simply this: Christ Consciousness is not limited to those who practice Christianity; it belongs to all Life. It is the Divine Intelligence of Source.

I understand that to many in the Western world, which has been becoming increasingly (at least according to media polls) non-sectarian or even atheist, Christmas is still celebrated with presents, rich foods, and gatherings of friends and families. 

As someone who is from elsewhere, I’ve given some thought about how to approach this time of year.  I find myself responding more to the ancient tradition of celebrating the Festival of Light as the Solstice brings the renewal of light especially in the Northern latitudes during the beginning of winter.  And then, instead of commercial Christmas, I see the Christ Mass as a celebration of the anchoring of Christ Consciousness by the soul extension of Lord Sananda, better known as Yeshua or Jesus, who came into the world to anchor the Golden Light of Christ once more upon this isle (planet) along with his followers, friends, and relatives.  It is a time of renewal if we make it so, gathering with friends and family and enjoying the journey of inner growth that Yeshua embodied through his entire life here.  His journey was a reiteration of the Path of the Initiate, the one who has incarnated upon this world with the ultimate goal of ascending back to the higher lighted worlds. 

For many starseeds and walk-ins, volunteers who have come to this world in order to anchor or ground their higher frequency light signatures, the ascension process is actually a gradual process that takes many years and lifetimes of personal inner work to complete.  When the frequency of the four-lower bodies of the individual has raised enough, the process of reblending with the higher body begins.

It is a misnomer to believe that you will ascend to a place called ‘heaven’, that place variously peopled by angels, unicorns, fairies, and where no work is required as you can simply manifest anything you need.  Sorry, but that’s not going to happen when you ascend to the fifth dimension. 

How do I know this?  I’m sure many are those who would disbelieve me, yet I am not one to lie.  I am from the Pleiades and currently serve on board our Pleiadian flagship, The White Winds, a huge vessel some 3,000 MILES across in diameter and 43 decks deep.  This huge vessel, which is bigger than all the other motherships within the Galactic Federation fleet, except for her two sister ships, The Golden Rose, and The Golden Lotus, contains more than a million souls upon her.  The flagship is a massive city in space, sitting stationary in front of Venus, so that at night when looking upon the Evening Star or the Morning Star at dawn, you are actually looking at The White Winds.

The people on board the Winds resonate starting at 5D and up to 9D.  Personally, the part of me (90%) who is a fully-functional crew member resonates currently at 7D.  I AM an incarnated Angelic Pleiadian.  I’m hardly alone and serve with a crew dedicated to assisting humanity to also rise in frequency as we chose to do hundreds of thousands of years ago due to our exposure to the lower frequency Orions who attempted to invade and conquer our worlds. 

During the Orion Wars, most Pleiadian isles and people resonated at mid-to high 4D, with some isles like Medina and Alcyone resonating at 5D.  Our people had 4D bodies and sometimes up to 7D consciousness levels.  During the course of the lengthy wars, we realized as a collective that it was up to each individual and planetary collective to raise up our frequency levels to the point where we as a people would no longer be susceptible to the inroads of the lower Orion enemies.  So, we worked hard.  Prospective parents learned to go into meditation for months in preparation to bring high-frequency lighted children into incarnation.  Our people consciously aligned themselves, in whatever manner they chose to worship, with our Father/Mother God, with Source energy.  We recognized that we were personally and as a collective responsible for our own deliverance and so we survived as a people.

I have spent over a year now writing a series of memoirs of the Orion Wars as experienced within the Pleiades.  All of this took place a very long time ago in Earth years, probably several million, as it was before the establishment of Lemuria and Atlantis upon your world… and long before the advent of the Annunaki here… the true fallen ‘angels’ who were cast out of Heaven, which was an entirely different Quadrant of Creation than this one.  The Heaven of your legends still exists at a higher frequency than the 18 dimensions that have been anchored in the highest light worlds of this Quadrant, which is, incidentally called EDEN.

Why is there so much attention centered on your world, called Earth or as we Pleiadians call her, Terra?  Well, within each Quadrant there is a Crown Jewel of a world called The Garden.  You guessed it: Terra is the Garden of Eden.  The Bible story of being cast out of the Garden was symbolic of the lowering of the frequency of the people here due to their own miscreations and alignment with ego rather than spirit.

It was for her astounding diversity, rich abundance of resources that the greedy Annunaki sought out to conquer this world some 500,000 years ago.  You may not realize it, but humanity is considered a resource, for the unique qualities of your DNA, the building blocks of life.  Terrans or Earth humans have the ability to hold light within their bodies.  Light is Divine Consciousness and it is the essence that empowers the lower bodies to function.  When the soul light is withdrawn through the process called ‘death’, the body ceases to work; it reverts back to earth-earthy, the clay from which it was made.

The Annunaki or fallen ones turned away from the Light of Cosmic Christ Consciousness long ago and now seek out those who carry within their bodies, within their blood to use it for the purpose of keeping their own bodies functioning.  For as the fallen ones sought to conquer this world, they lowered the frequency of the planet, effectively lowering their own means to escape it… at least until space technology was again possible.

The story of the fallen ones is a long and complex one, but you can see the results of centuries, millennia of their actions upon the planet in the destruction of people through war, disease, and internecine  (brother against brother) warfare and now the plague of human trafficking, especially of children.  Why children?  They naturally contain more light within their blood than adults who have been subjected to being programmed through family, friends, education and institutional imprinting in order ‘to fit in’.  Your children are considered as food to keep these dead ones alive… yet that is still another story and an old one as the same things that happen here now on your planet also happened long ago in the Pleiades… The enemy does not contain enough Light within their own beings to create anything new but repeat the same patterns.  Once you become aware of those patterns, you can defeat them and rise above the programming.

So… when you ascend, you will most likely return to the planet, star system, constellation or galaxy from which you descended in frequency in order to incarnate.  As you progress through your individualized tests, you will continue to clear old trauma and karmic ties with other people.  Ascension is not a process that another person can perform for you.  You may spend thousands of dollars attending events given by successful channelers, authors, and ascension teachers, but until you do the work within, none of it will avail you.  You might as well spin your wheels in the sand for all it will do to raise your frequencies.

True spirituality is simple.  Those who present it as being something that only a few can understand or comprehend are only fooling their followers or themselves. 

If you were to spend a few moments every day focusing on enlarging the flame upon the altar of your High Heart Center you would do more than spending ten years in concentrated study.  Those who are true humans, carry within a sacred Flame, which is really tri-foil, called the Three-fold Flame by metaphysical books. 

To approach this sacred center within your body, release all fear and go within.  Visualize a small doorway which you can open.  Walk into the inner sanctum where you will find an altar.  Upon the altar is an entwined fire made up of three flames.  One is blue, signifying the Divine Masculine.  The next flame is yellow, signifying the Divine Child or Christ.  The last flame is pink, signifying the Divine Feminine. 

By focusing on the Blue flame, you can increase your sense of security, protection, and inner strength.  By focusing on the Pink flame, you increase your sense of compassion, unity, and unconditional love.  By combining the two flames, blue and pink, you, in turn, create the Violet Flame, which is known as Freedom’s Flame.  With the Violet Flame, you can free yourself of lifetimes of trauma and karma; dissolve unwanted or unneeded ties between yourself and those persons with whom you no longer resonate.  The use of the Violet Flame is required to dissolve enough of the energies of human miscreation to permit your bodies to rise up in frequency.  You will note a profound sense of freedom upon putting in the time to do this simple work.

As you rise in frequency, you may note that your mere presence will trigger the unresolved darkness (lower frequency records) within other people.  You may find that you have to physically remove yourself from relationships with friends and family that no longer work for you.  Ascension is not an easy process… If someone said it is, they are lying.

Since much of this world exists still within duality, you will need to walk through the world among those who have lower frequency levels.  To protect your own Light, learn to shield.  The Shield of Archangel Michael is presented on this blog as a page.  Learn it, simplify it for your own daily use and amp your shielding when going into places like supermarkets, malls, or large gatherings.  For those who feel shielding is not spiritual or not required here, you are keeping your Light within reach of those who wish to steal it.  Your light is like a beacon to those who will seek to tag or implant you so they or their etheric handlers can use it.  I have personally witnessed many former lightworkers to be caught up by such devices so they no longer resonate at a high frequency – in effect they have becomes tools or slaves of the Dark.

Some of what I present may be controversial but it is real.  I have personally gone through the same steps long before so that I might present them to you.  Yet, because I am a walk-in and have no karma with the people of Terra, I will not be ascending before I leave this world – I will simply drop the body and go Home.

If anyone has any or topics they want covered, let me know by contacting me at: bluedragonjournal@gmail.com.  I may not be able to answer all questions, but will choose what I feel is most universal in nature, pertaining to the whole rather than the individual.  I am not a counselor, a diviner, a healer or a fortune teller, so do not ask those types of questions.  Your journey is dependent on your efforts, not mine, and as such, you must do the work.

May you discover faith and hope to carry you through all obstacles and strengthen your connection to your inner Christ Consciousness or Divine Intelligence that is the true essence of Source energy.  As you rise in frequency, you are the Advent of Christ upon this planet, all of you with open hearts and minds.

Namaste,

Archangel Michael’s Shield can be found here: https://bluedragonjournal.com/archangel-michael/

“Sunny” VaCoupe, Specialty Commander, Line Communications, The White Winds

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Sundeelia: Coming Into Alignment With Higher Self

Coming Into Alignment with Higher Self

Aspects of Ascension – Impressions of a Pleiadian Walk-in

By Sundeelia VaCoupe, Specialty Commander Communications, ‘The White Winds’

In the course of being “here” on 3D Earth, I have observed the many permutations of various psyops variously called “religion”, spirituality including so-called “New Age teachings which were designed specifically by the Central Intelligence Agency in the mid-20th century.  While my sister, Lady Tazjma, was present here, she posted channeled pieces and articles written by many people, some posing as ‘ascension teachers’, ‘guides’, and other self-appointed titles.  I will make a simple and perhaps disturbing statement in response to these people who take themselves too seriously, charging other people money for their services, and invariably falling into ego traps:  Spirituality or to truly live within Spirit is very simple.  You don’t need books, lectures, videos, workshops, or other people how to tell you to “be” spiritual. 

What I noted here, as the frequencies rise higher, the true motivations or current alignments of many of the ascension teachers and guides are being revealed for what they truly are — false teachers. Whether they have fallen into ego traps, have had ancient implants that have activated causing the individual to continuously run programs which cut off their connection to higher self or they are intentionally conscious members of Dark Team… it is not my place to judge. I have simply discontinued posting the works of these individuals as they do not resonate with what I want to put up in this blog. Currently, the two clearest Messengers of whom I am aware are Patricia Cota-Robles and Ronna Herman Venzane. Both ladies do present teachings which resonate at a high frequency and contain timeless Truth.

What any seeker needs is a good dose of humility, seasoned by a ton of common sense, and the ability to trust your intuition… your inner senses that are your direct connection with Spirit or Source energy. 

Spirit is not apart from us nor do we have to seek it out.  Rather we need to seek it in, within our own beingness.  It exists simultaneously where we are every moment of every day, sunrise to sunset and as we sleep.  It exists in our dreams, in our emotions, and in our thoughts.  It is not positive or negative; it simply is.  Spirit can be defined in more scientific language as energy, which can neither be destroyed merely transformed.

In a channeled piece that I did post this morning was a good example of someone who is either 1) out of alignment with their inner self (Self) or has fallen into an ego trap (claiming higher evolutionary development than is apparent by doing a quick scan or is DELIBERATELY misleading their readers by including 90% truth and then 10% falsehood — we call them zingers) designed to hook into another unawakened individual by misleading them from the inner path.  The latter person is one to whom I refer as being a dark worker.  Whether fully conscious of being aligned with the dark, these people knowingly or unknowingly lead other people to believe in falsehoods.  The following is an example of a ‘zinger’:  

“… you can become your higher self.”

To be more accurate, is that you ALIGN with your Higher Self. A soul fragment is that which is encapsulated within your human form or vehicle can only REBLEND with Higher Self, not become it. When you return Home at the end of your life, you reblend, if and ONLY if you have achieved a complete rebalancing of the energies, male and female within and open to Christ Consciousness, Divine Intelligence. Many so-called ascension teachers mistake the delusions of a swollen ego for the attributes of a truly enlightened person, who is humble, dedicated, and obedient (listens to) the urgings of the Inner Self, the Christ (or Buddha) within. Each seeker needs to develop their own B.S. meter to determine what resonates, what contains jagged (dark misaligned energies or hooks) and what can be assimilated.

While incarnated here on Terra, individual sparks or soul fragments undergo many lessons.  One major lesson for those who wish to ascend consciously is the ability to practice humility.  This is not false humility, but true humility where you have consciously given your higher self permission to work with your lower bodies here (astral, etheric, emotional, and mental).  Your physical body, which I refer to as a ‘vehicle’ or ‘avatar’ is a temporary house or temple, dwelling place for a fragment of your higher self.  Basically it is the percentage of your consciousness that has the most to balance and release in terms of what people refer to as ‘karmic debts’ and/or ‘traumatic wounds’ taken from past lives. 

If you are truly embarked upon a spiritual ‘path’, you will already be aware of the reality of other lives, either spent here on this planet (Terra) or a variety of other worlds, solar systems, constellations, galaxies, and even quadrants.  It is important to note that time does exist despite what some new age practitioners claim, although perhaps not in the manner in which you have been programmed to believe.  In short, ‘time’ and ‘space’ exist within the atmosphere of the planet upon which your consciousness resides, at least that portion of it that resides within a body.  Each world, each solar system, galaxy AND quadrant contains wherein time spirals known by the ancient Vedic teachings (from Sirius) as Yugas.  Thus, each individual, family, institution, culture, nation and planet exists within a series of cycles defined by the particular time spiral.  Typically there is a rise, evolution, and fall contained within every cycle unless the individual, group, nation, or planetary consciousness rises in frequency above the frequency of the current generally devolving period at the end of a cyclical period (e.g. the Kali Yuga or Dark Age).

It is possible to escape for a while from a sense of time and space by entering into the eternal NOW, where all time and space exists simultaneously.  This is the “place” well-known by seers, mystics, and truly enlightened individuals, not ones who claim to be such falsely.  However, the consciousness that is encapsulated within a body is eventually compelled to return to earth in order to function in daily life.  To ground oneself in the body more thoroughly learn to employ combinations of meditative techniques.  Personally, I prefer active meditation whether performing mundane household tasks, spending time in Nature, or simply going for a walk.  Ceremony is not necessary.

In the 21st century, spirituality has become commercialized to the degree that it has become unrecognizable to the true seeker.  You are not a spiritual person if all you do is attend workshops, read books, perform yoga, wear purple, buy crystals, and become a vegan.  You are certainly not a balanced individual if you begin to preach to other people as to how they should eat, dress, or perform ceremony.  Spirituality is, of necessity, an individual inner path which cannot be dictated by outside forces.  Each and every individual is unique unto themselves, with their own lessons to complete (or not), their own challenges to overcome (or not) and their own opportunities to take advantage of (or not).  It is the responsibility of each and every soul fragment and walk-ins upon this planet to be self-aware of their process internally.  How much progress any one person makes or doesn’t within any given life opportunity is their responsibility and that of no one else.

“Victimhood” looms large as a device to deflect responsibility from self and to project your misaligned fears, judgment, self-righteousness, belief systems, etc. upon others.  Today’s political scene in the United States and elsewhere is a perfect example of one side (you figure out which) continues to project upon their opponents in a bid to control, dominate, and define the narrative (what people ought to believe according to self-appointed authorities).  Examples of such herd mentality exist in academia, new age groups, religion, fascist corporate entities, and the like.  In such a setting if you happen to present an opinion that is different than that which is generally accepted (whether or not it is actually based in reality or grounded in fact) then you are automatically expelled from the group-think, ostracized, judged, and nowadays, often attacked quite openly.  The act of perpetrating the belief that one is a victim of someone else (whether an individual, group, political party, institution or country) is to give up personal power and to allow yourself to be dominated by other, those outside of your consciousness who wish to direct your will so they might use your energy to feed off.

Any force that feeds off of others is parasitic and aligned with the dark forces of this dualistic universe.  Thus those individuals who consciously teach falsehoods wish to divide those who are unaware off from the true path of initiation and onto a rocky trail wherein they might eventually become tools of a particular agenda.  These are individuals who have made a freewill choice to align themselves with the dark.  Even if you are ignorant of doing so, it is a choice. 

Long ago when more primitive man chose to believe that certain extraterrestrial races were ‘gods’ they unconsciously gave their power away to these beings, who happened to be more advanced in terms of their technology but not at all balanced within spiritually – that is they were not in alignment with the Light (Divine Intelligence).  These beings had been forced to descend from the higher frequency worlds, but because of their original state, they still vibrated or resonated at a higher frequency than the mostly unconscious naïve self-evolving Terrans.  Through the course of many centuries and ages, these intruders eventually hijacked the evolutionary cycles of humanity and gained control over the planet, seeking to plunder her natural resources, which included humanity.  These negatively polarized groups brought their practices of Satanism and ritual abuse, infiltration and perversion of institutions and individuals, and created a world-wide system of corruption and criminality which is now being actively exposed by courageous individuals standing up for personal and national sovereignty.

Having personal sovereignty means you have free will to decide which direction you will take your life.  What most people do not realize and which so-called ascension teachers misrepresent is that there are cycles when it is more conducive to be able to rise up in frequency.  Now is such a time.  There is what has been called the Harvest; the Bible refers to it as the separation of the tares (waste) and the wheat (fruit of the crop) or those who have neglected their lessons and will not move upward in evolution and those who will.  Those who do nothing can actually fall backward and so devolve which is the more difficult path, although one that often appears easier as there is less conscious effort required.  Most people on the devolutionary path give their power to others, they are willing to be dominated and controlled within a limited scope of existence.  Those who strike out on their own, seek their own path, and attain alignment within will evolve, despite all outside appearances.  The individual can be poor, live in a truck, and still ascend.  Wealth and power do not denote or equate to spiritual development – wealth is often a rather severe test for individuals and many fail.

So… anyway, understand that true spirituality means you have become self-aware and are guided from within.  One gains greater sensitivity and attunement to the frequencies of others whether it is through their writings, speech, carriage, their beliefs, and their actions.  False teachers generally do not practice what they preach.  They tend to feed off of the energies of others, act all self-righteous as if they have an exclusive understanding of reality, and are usually completely ungrounded.  They get highly triggered if questioned or called out on their beliefs.  They believe they are superior to others. The worst are conscious that they are advancing untruth or twisting details of ancient metaphysical teachings.  It is up to those who encounter such individuals and/or their ‘teachings’ to beware for many are the traps that have brought down those who used to channel with clarity.  The dark goes out of its way to specifically target these individuals especially if they have gathered a large group of followers.

Followers of any one teaching, belief system, or teacher, tend to be those who have given away their power to their teacher or beliefs.  In short, they have given up their ability to think and feel for themselves, choosing instead to blindly follow what someone else decrees is ‘truth’. 

The previous author and editor of this blog, Tazjma VaCoupe, read and sampled the wares of many teachings, books, videos and the like, taking what resonated and leaving the rest.  In short, she took responsibility for her own path of self-exploration and its direction.  She wasn’t always on target, but she persisted, often striking out alone to the dismay of former teachers who didn’t understand her inner drive.  As a walk-in, when she had managed to clear 85% of her karmic records, she was able to reblend with Higher Self, which meant about 85% of her consciousness returned to the frequency from which she had originally and willingly descended – to the being that existed at Home.  As her replacement, I am responsible for clearing the remaining karma for Lady Tazjma as well as clearing my own old records of trauma experienced during the Orion Wars in Sirius, the Pleiadian Star Federation, and other worlds beyond this quadrant.  When Tazjma finally finished her walk-out process (the length of which is unique and sacred for each initiate) her consciousness departed and I remained in charge of the vehicle.  Only about 8 to 10% of my own consciousness resides here on Terra currently and will probably never increase in percentage.  Thus, there is little chance that any one individual here can ‘become their higher self’ when typically the Higher Self (even for dark team) resides in a totally different dimension. 

Until the planet truly resides in 5D there will be an experiencing of a great disparity of frequencies, high and low.  Those individuals, who are not in alignment with their heart and feelings, will have a difficult time adjusting as the frequencies continue to climb.  Those who are aligned with the dark path will continue to reveal themselves more clearly to those who have eyes to see and ears to hear.  Those whose eyes are closed (inner eye/inner heart) and ears are stopped, will neither see nor hear those inner messages so needful during the current challenging cycle of never-ending change.  Those who listen to the silent inner voice of higher self will be able to successfully maneuver the reefs and shoals of the turbulent seas of the unconscious.

Being aligned with Higher Self means you are guided from within, not by what others tell you to believe.  This takes courage, self-determination, and personal self-awareness as we exist within a sea of the collective unconscious of humanity on this planet.  Self-awareness and determination of how a particular thought or concept resonates with you, will aid the seeker to personally make course corrections.  Thoughts flow through you constantly, although they are often not your own.  Awareness of this fact will assist the one who is willing to listen to move beyond self-judgment or feeling a need to align with a particular belief system.

In reaching a place of trust in your inner guidance, you can let go and let God – which is simply a personification of an ineffable force of consciousness far beyond the capacity of current human evolution to comprehend.  In this universe or quadrant of creation, God is dualistic, male and female, referred to as Father and Mother God.  The union of these divine essences creates what is known as Cosmic Christ Consciousness, which is gradually stepped down in frequency to the level that can be tolerated by your own level of consciousness.  By working to balance your inner male (mental body) and inner female (emotional body), you open up access to the Light Body or Christ Consciousness that is the Door through which you can obtain true inner guidance and wisdom.  Within every truly balanced individual, there exists an open connection between the mental body (mind/pineal gland) and the emotional body (heart), which in turn activates the High Heart Center wherein the altar of the Three-Fold Flame burns while your consciousness resides within the body vehicle. 

Perhaps we will discuss the Three-Fold Flame in further articles.  This one is already getting too long for most people’s attention spans these days.  Let me know in the comments below what further topics you might want me to extrapolate upon.  Rude comments will be deleted.  No one needs trolls.

Much love and blessings,

Sundeelia VaCoupe

P.S. For those with a more scholarly bent, know this: my writings are intuitive. I do not typically reference books, etc. The text may be difficult to follow as it weaves from subject to subject. Simply flow with it or seek elsewhere.

Copyright 2019, All Rights Reserved, Eliza Ayres, http://www.bluedragonjournal.com

The Pleiadian Council of Nine — The Starseed Highway

THE PLEIADIAN COUNCIL OF NINE For some unknown intuitive “reason”, Eliza Ayres (aka Tazjma Amariah Kumara) once asked the air, “Who sent me here?” The answer she received was a slightly cryptic one, “The Council of Nine.” Okay… … Continue reading →

The Pleiadian Council of Nine — The Starseed Highway

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 9: “Motivation”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Peace to all,

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Yes!

Where will you be, sir?

Commander deAir, I will be the bait!

Sir!

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

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

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

Jon?

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

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

Good.  Now I must get ready!

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

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

Jon was appalled, once again.  That old wreck?

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

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

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

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

And I, you, sir!

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Uncloak and attack, all ships!  Uncloak and attack!

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

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

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

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

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

Any life signs?

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

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

It was a victory, a great victory, sir!

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Why did he do it, my lord?

The answer surprised Jon.  To give us time…

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

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

Planning…?

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

No…I wanted to speak to you first.

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

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

Commander deAir.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Peace to all,

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Yes, Aman…your father.”

“What happened?”

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

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

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

“What does this mean?”

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

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

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

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

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

“Where is he…?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Peace to all,

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

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