Sundeelia: When Compassion Blooms

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Sundeelia: When Compassion Blooms

“Sadness is what makes us human. The human condition is a condition of tremendous heartbreak. The more we understand about human life and the life of the people around us and what people have suffered, the more heartbreaking it is. And the thing about a broken heart is, maybe you can’t mend it. But — only a broken heart can truly love others.“ ~ Reggie Ray ~

One can view human existence as constant heartbreak or an opportunity to truly develop that wondrous marvel, compassion.

Compassion comes, often, as a result of having gone through much struggle yourself. Struggle and adversity can literally crack open a formerly sealed and tightly closed heart. Learning from your experiences and seeing the struggles of others, you can more aptly see what can be done to assist… not from a place of superiority, but from a place of humility and understanding what that individual may be feeling inside.

Oddly enough, feeling compassion for others doesn’t compel one to act upon it. Sometimes it is best to allow the individual to unravel the mess in which they have found themselves. When they have advanced to a place where they can see more clearly the choices that lie before them, then it might be the time to help… but only if permission is given.

What is compassion? The Merriam-Webster dictionary defines it as: : sympathetic consciousness of others’ distress together with a desire to alleviate it. On the other hand, empathy refers to the ability to relate to another person’s pain vicariously, as if one has experienced that pain themselves. For instance, in responding to the pain experienced by humanity, the Pleiadians and their allies have responded with compassion to alleviate that pain, by assisting humanity to work through their individual and collective trauma, to release it, to transmute the pain, trauma, and struggle, and thereby raise in frequency.

With what humanity is learning, as an individual and collective, is compassion. Those who carry the empathetic gift within can feel what a person is experiencing, even if they have never felt that pain or trauma themselves. This shared experience allows those who would help to not interfere unless granted permission, and to know within their own heart, just how the person or collective is feeling.

Realize that as high frequency beings, many of our people have not experienced in this current life what you are now undergoing as a collective. Yet, as we do have the ability to look back into ‘past’ lives (all lives are lived simultaneously) we can see with our inner eyes, what you are experiencing, even though it may have been a very long time, if ever, for us.

How can we feel empathy towards strangers? My dear humans, you are not strangers to us. We are your cousins and we care for your well-being. Yet, we cannot do the work that is required to be accomplished here on the Earth plane, at least currently. For to act as saviors, would discourage you from internalizing the lessons you are currently learning. If it was easy, you would not be challenged, and hence, you would not grow.

Each of you contains within magnificent gifts, perhaps not in the current judgment of the world (according to the old paradigm) but something that will come forth in response to the need of the moment. For you all are your own saviors. We can aid and guide, but it up to you to do the actual on-the-ground work. That is what physical life consists of… tests, overcoming and learning, and moving onward and upward. Whether or not you make any progress in this life is entirely up to you. Nothing that we do will help you pass your tests. We do nothing to violate your free will, but lovingly look upon you all with wonder in our hearts.

If you didn’t realize it already, we are learning from YOU! And we are truly grateful for the opportunity.

Sending my blessings and love to all,

I AM Sundeelia

Sundeelia: Finding Your Authentic Voice

Princess Place Preserve, NE Florida, photo by Eliza Ayres

Sundeelia:  Finding Your Authentic Voice

First, I want to sincerely thank my readers, long-term stalwarts and new, for responding en masse with more comments than I think I have ever received during the existence of this little blog.  Thank you, thank you, thank you… and muchas gracias to my Spanish-speaking readers.

Many years ago, Eliza was prompted to start her own blog by a person who had been a mentor in another life, a senior druid.  As she made connection with this person through an email correspondence over two years, she experienced visions of past lives, especially one extremely intense one during the time period of the second Roman invasion into Britain long ago.

While not everyone is going to be introduced to writing in such a manner, many people who consider themselves as plain, ordinary folk, do have an inner muse that requires some avenue for expression.  Of course, you can express yourself through any creative endeavor, even cooking and gardening, which can become art forms in and of themselves if given focused attention, passion, and love.

While I have practiced doing some art in the past, I have found my focus has been on writing, this blog, but also my ‘book’ that I mention from time to time.  I have discovered in the midst of writing, a means to move old energies through and out of my physical form, usually in the form of tears.  It is quite amazing to realize how long stuck and repressed energies can reside in the Light Body, for mine in particular, are the result of lifetimes spent in the Sirian Star System and two in the Pleiades.  I have written about my task in clearing Star Wars in other articles that can be found both in the archives of Blue Dragon Journal and in my new blog, Sunny’s Journal.

As a writer, when I sit down, I often do not know what will emerge.  I simply type away and the words flow out.  I guess you could call it a form of channeling.  Every person who enjoys reading would probably enjoy writing.  My sister, Tazjma, used to devour books.  Now, I can barely focus on reading one page, but have managed to write 90 long chapters of a book!  It has become both a form of self-therapy and self-expression. 

In the book, I have had to rewrite and reorganize various chapters as I began to realize that this book would eventually be published.  Even as I write these words, I begin to comprehend how writing is much like painting or any art form where sometimes you need to take out whole areas of a painting and re-do so it more adequately expresses your innermost yearnings.

Due to my sister’s long history of being an avid reader, she also developed a love of the English language.  A polyglot of a language, with words and phrases from Latin, Greek, the Germanic tongues, and other influences, English is especially rich in expression, for me at least.  Certainly, other languages lend themselves well to writing, too, but in this life, here, I do not have the necessary command of them to effectively write.  English has also become a language universally used the world over.

I realize that my language is not scholarly, but I am not aiming for a master’s or a doctorate.  Rather, I would appeal to the forgotten people, the common everyday person who may be hesitant, perhaps thinking themselves unworthy of taking up the call of the Muse and writing their own story, poems, or articles.

For too long have people been dominated from the outside.  Well, now, the focus is moving to the individual, how they can heal as an individual and doing so, expand their focus to encompass the world.

Never did I imagine that when I started this blog nearly nine years ago that my humble words would be read across this entire planet… maybe only by one person per country, but it is so – I have studied the stats.  Just think what an impression you could make if you were to dedicate some time to set down your inner thoughts and discover, in the process, that your story resonates and touches many, many other persons.

Writing is a joy, a release, an expression, a manner in which to move the energies through my body.  And it is a way to share my thoughts with others in a way I cannot or will not share with even those persons I currently live with.  As a stranger in a strange land, we starseeds and walk-ins, and creative people, need to discover ‘our tribe, our family’ elsewhere than in our own original blood families, especially now when families are being torn apart due to polarized viewpoints. 

I heartily encourage anyone who enjoys writing to start sharing your journey with others as I have to some extent within the digital walls of this blog. 

Again, I thank my readers for showing your support through your lovely and sincere comments that deeply touched my heart and have lend me the strength and determination to continue on with this blog.

Much love to you all,

Eliza/Sunny

© All Rights Reserved, Eliza Ayres, www.bluedragonjournal.com and https://sunnysjournal.com

Bringing Heaven to Earth

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Sundeelia:  Bringing Heaven to Earth – Part Two

Years ago, I started a blog, Blue Dragon Journal.  I was encouraged by a then friend in Great Britain to begin sharing my writings.  I was intimidated by the whole notion and resisted jumping in for quite a while.  Then in 2012, I did it… I made the commitment and started writing.  I haven’t stopped since.

Of course, in 2012, there was all the hype about the ending of the Mayan Calendar on December 21st, 2012.  People were confused.  Some people pushed the notion that the Earth was going to pop into 5D overnight and that we would awake in the morning of the 22nd to discover a whole new world.  Well, of course, that didn’t happen or did it?

Here’s what I wrote a couple of days after the portal of 12/21/12:

I was very happy when I woke up on Friday, December 21st, 2012, now seven years ago. Apparently, I brought back with me (from wherever / whenever I had been) an impression that I finally understood my “mission”. What I had read in one of the posts from “Cosmic Awareness” the previous evening was a confirmation of what I had felt for a long time. I was not going to be beamed up into some heavenly world; rather, I was going to remain here on Earth. And I was to continue to work with the good people here, my friends and neighbors and those whom I have not yet met “in the flesh”. I was pleased and content.

https://bluedragonjournal.com/2012/12/23/bringing-heaven-to-earth-23-dec-2012-by-elizabeth/

I continued writing a very long article on what I had been experiencing for many years.  Below is a brief excerpt:

During the past months, even years, I had been visited by various non-physical beings who seemed quite intent that I remember who I was and what I was doing here. And what has been changing all during this period is my perception of what and who I am (still in process!). The revelations still are coming and still present a challenge for my mind to accept, that is how great I AM and, indeed, how great everyone who is reading this is. Through our long journey immersed in the heavy energies of the third dimensionality and conditioning of this planet, we have forgotten that we are still connected to Source and always have been. We are, already, fully multi-dimensional beings; we just have forgotten. Now as the Veil thins, we are beginning to wake up to the full majesty of our beings and as star beings and lightworkers bring that growing awareness to the rest of humanity.

The consciousness of the Light Being who wrote those words has gone, returned Home, her mission completed as of April 14, 2017.  That’s when I walked in as an adult walk-in.  It has taken me over three years to accustom my new consciousness, that of Commander Sundeelia VaCoupe Mathdis, to the lower frequencies of the Earth plane.  Days after the completion of the walk-in process, I became very angry.  It took three and half years to release that anger, resentment, grief, and sense of profound disconnection and loss of Home.  I’m better now.  I’m better now because I now have a growing sense of a new mission – to embody as much of my Higher Self’s frequency here on Earth in my older physical vehicle.  It is a big job and I am not alone.

Again, humanity is confronted by the energies of a new portal, December 21, 2020.  It will be winter Solstice in the northern hemisphere and summer Solstice in the south.  The date also marks a cyclical conjunction of Jupiter and Saturn, occurring every 20 years, 200 years… and longer.  This time is special as in the sky, Jupiter and Saturn will be forming what has been expressed as “the Christmas Star”.  The planets will be so close to the Earth and close to each other as to appear as one shining entity. 

The word ‘Christmas’ would encourage some people to think this is a Christian phenomenon, but that is the furthest thing from the real Truth. ‘Christ’ consciousness belongs to all people. It is a level of Divine Intelligence that one reaches in the natural course of soul evolution… entering into the 5th dimension and higher… much higher. Therefore, even if you are a practicing Agnostic or Atheist, you can still (eventually) experience Christ consciousness. And it can be accessed without the assistance of priest or minister or guru… by meditating, and going within your own Beingness.

This December 2020 conjunction also marks the entrance into Aquarius for these two planets, an astrological phenomenon that has not occurred for a long time.  I am not an astrologer, but listened to one explaining how the conjunction occurs in different Elements (Earth, Air, Water, Fire) as it moves through the cycles.  Aquarius is an Air sign, so the quality of the conjunction will change the energetics or effects of the planetary alignment.  (see the works of Laura Walker, The Oracle Report, for further illumination or any good astrologer of your choice). Up until this next Monday, the Jupiter-Saturn conjunction has been in an Earth sign, Capricorn… materiality.

The planetary controllers, the Cabal, would… have attempted to hijack the timeline to create their version of the world, controlled, limited, full of fear, war, and destruction.  They have long been pushing an agenda designed to initiate war, economic collapse, destruction of America and any other nation state that resists the U.N. agenda 2021, creating a Marxist-style world-wide dictatorship designed to crush creativity, free-thinking, and life itself.

In direct contrast to the Cabal’s agenda is the vision of the New Earth, a place of abundance, freedom, peace, goodwill among individuals and nations, a fruitful place for our children and ourselves.  This vision has been expressed as the Paradise World.  It is the positive timeline.  It has been suggested that nothing and no one can push us from this positive outcome… what can change is how long it will take for the paradisaical New Earth to manifest physically upon this planet.  And that is where the light workers come in…

Back in the 1980’s some people started receiving visions of great disaster, where it would be necessary for the Galactic Federation to physically assist some persons to leave the planet in order to save a portion of the population.  You can look some of these up yourself… it was a grim vision.  That prophecy or vision has not come to past… as some of the visions allegedly foretold in the much-edited version of the Bible have not come to past, due to the work of the light workers, starseeds, and those persons world-wide who dedicate their lives to prayer, meditation, and inner clearing work… well, that work has shifted the timelines so significantly that the dire predictions will not come to past.  Yet, much depends on how we manage our inner equilibrium during this upcoming energetic portal, both on an individual and collective level.

What you think, feel, and emote (give forth) will determine much of this upcoming cycle of time for your own life.  If you have been one to work on inner clearing, healing of the physical body, making dietary changes, changing and adjusting your attitude and outlook, envisioning your dreams… and so… you will have an easier time adjusting to the change in the energetics as the LIGHT will be turned on.  It doesn’t mean you won’t experience any physical manifestations (ascension symptoms)!

Light is Divine Intelligence, the wisdom of Creation, the Mind of Source.  The secret the Cabal has hidden from humanity for centuries is that a human being always has immediate access to the wisdom if it is accessed through a heart and mind aligned with the Will of God. 

By using the word ‘God’, I am deliberately using a trigger word that really sets people off due to the high degree of programming that has been active in this world.  Religion is about control, controlling thought, allowing evil to flower in this world because the followers of religion do not question the authority granted those who run the religion.  Yet, there is a true Mother/Father God energy, Source, Creation… that is not physical yet manifests through the physical, through your own Heart Center, and through your body. Source energy encompasses all that is unseen (the Father) and what is seen (the Mother). When you experience Christ Consciousness (the child) you can see with your inner eyes the reality of all existence, known and unknown. You will begin to understand the concept of true compassion, empathy and unity consciousness as seen, felt and experienced through the Universal Mind of God.

Why has Western religion sought to decry the physical aspects of life?  It was an attempt to prevent this very physical ascension phase that humanity is now undergoing as a collective and certainly on an individual basis.

The light workers of this planet are to embody… bring their Light Being consciousness fully into the body.  As the Divine Light of the Light Being is brought into the body, your life will change, synchronicities will abound, creativity will expand, a sense of freedom and expansion will occur all without the need to go anywhere.  We are in the process of bringing Heaven to Earth… bringing the Light of our Higher Selves here to Earth, anchoring that Light and Love which will, in and of Itself, dissolve and transform the lower frequency constructs of the old paradigm. In other words, we ain’t going anywhere except IN, into our hearts, into our bodies, and anchoring the Light we feel into our Earth.

The people who are currently awake on this planet are a tiny minority, yet they are the yeast to leaven the bread of consciousness for Humanity.  There has to be pioneers who whack their way through the dark and heavy energies of the lower frequency constructs of the old paradigm, see them for what they are, and decide not to allow those energies, beliefs, programs, feelings, or emotions to dominate their existence anymore. 

You have a God-given choice every day, every moment, every time you realize you don’t have to believe what is being broadcast over mainstream media.  You don’t have to believe the lies, the propaganda that is designed to pull you back into fear and denial of the beauty of your inner being.  It is a choice and one each person is responsible for making.  Yet, it is a choice that is first being taken by those who are awake… for those who are not.  We are the stewards for humanity.  It is up to us to develop and hold not only self-love and self-respect, but also love, empathy, compassion and forgiveness for all of humanity, without exception – which means including all members of the Cabal, all villains, felons, and murderers throughout the history of Earth. 

Everything we witness is an illusion, a play, a game… and the ultimate goal is self-mastery.  Some players wear black, some players wear white.  The game will be won by all of humanity once the collective aligns in universal love and unified collective consciousness at a high frequency level… at least 5D.  How long it will take us to reach that level, who knows… but the upcoming Solstice alignment is a portal, a gateway to the New World if we wish to enter it NOW.  It is up to us.  It is our choice.  And then, when we make that choice, it is up to us to have the faith and trust in the benevolence of Creation to see that vision become manifest.  It is a process.

How well we hold the vision within will determine how soon you begin to feel different, to experience a new perspective, a widening of your perception of how beautiful this world is already.  For let me tell you a secret, dear ones, the fifth dimensional New Earth is already here.  It is the human consciousness that still lingers in the third dimension.  The animals experience 5D; 95% of humanity does not… so, that is the mission defined, assist humanity to rise up to 5D by doing the work within each of us first!  Yes, you need to do the work on an individual basis, which first means becoming the Observer of your thoughts, feelings, emotions, judgments, programs, beliefs… everything that triggers you and making the choice to let them flow and go… transforming your inner world before it manifests and mirrors back to you in the outer world.

So, I know I have my work cut out for me… working on getting my body in a healthier state, continuing the clearing work on old traumas experienced elsewhere (off this particular planet) and doing the meditation work to calm the mind and open the heart, so I can successfully embody more of the higher frequency energies now being poured out upon this planet from the center of the Cosmos. 

We can see the Christmas Star in the physical and bring its Light into our own Hearts and shine that Light upon all of the darkness and evil upon the earth until it is lifted up in frequency and exists no longer within the hearts of humanity.  It is a sacred trust and mission for all those who wish to participate consciously in this NOW moment.

I send blessings and love to all upon this sacred globe of living blue-green sentient life, Mother Earth, Gaia…

I AM Sundeelia, aka Eliza Ayres

© All Rights Reserved, no portion of this message is permitted to be duplicated via video or recording; Eliza Ayres, www.bluedragonjournal.com

Below, Lorie Ladd, an Ascension Teacher, shares a personal experience about shifting timelines:

Sundeelia: True Confessions

Sundeelia: True Confessions from a Walk-in

This is my experience, my story, my opinion; I can’t speak for others or tell people how to live their lives.  It doesn’t work.  It shouldn’t work as we are all creators of our lives here.  Each of us has the ability to choose, to shift, to dissolve, to change, to alter our plans, to disappoint others, and to simply be.

I walked in on 14 April 2017.  “I” as Sunny, was probably “here” well before that but I wasn’t conscious of being separate from the previous being (or portion thereof) residing within this physical body.  At 5:30 p.m. that late afternoon, I became acutely aware that “she” was gone and I was left all alone to deal with whatever came my way, whatever I agreed to experience while here on this 3D Earth plane.  I never promised myself a thornless rose garden without bumps, bruises, upsets, ups and downs, and everything that comes along for people who incarnated here, often times… for lifetimes.  It may come as a surprise to some who imagine life in 5D and higher as being without conflict, strife, or growth.  As above, so below and vice versa, it is merely the energy here is more dense, intense, and right now, difficult to feel.

What I did begin to experience almost immediately after ‘landing’ was anger and rage, massive enough and intense enough to melt metal.  Ah, well… how to I deal with this?  By acknowledging it, sitting with it, digging deeper, loving it, understanding that the anger and the underlying grief and pain are not me, just a form of consciousness. 

Now that I have been here for nearly three and a half years, I have managed to clear a lot of grief, very intense grief stemming from losses experienced in other lifetimes, elsewhere, not here on Earth, but still within the 12D Matrix (see Lorie Ladd’s description on YouTube of our ‘matrix’).  Now, I am working on the anger, angst, rage, frustration that has come up for me, sometimes triggered by interactions with ‘other’, sometimes triggered by a memory, feeling, emotion, or behavior that has emerged from within my Akashic record, the ‘suitcase’ I brought along on this trip.

Intellectually, I have understood that I choose to be here.  I wanted to come.  I wanted to have an opportunity to do some massive clearings on my own Akash and to handle some clearing for the one who left this vehicle.  I am doing it.  I never promised myself it would be pretty, pleasing, or comfortable, for myself or for those folks I am privileged to encounter along the way.  It is what it is.  I am seeking neutrality here… not necessarily a smooth ride, but the ability to accept me as I am now, spots and all, to see things from a higher perspective but also to learn to enjoy and experience what the lower perspective has to offer or show me, as well. 

I may be a walk-in from elsewhere.  From where?  It doesn’t matter.  It doesn’t matter that I have a life elsewhere on another world in another solar system and I can occasionally see and feel bleed-through from there.  I am here and dealing with what is coming up for everyone on this planet as every sentient being, including the planet Herself, undergoes a massive and sometimes extremely messy transition from a dark epoch to one filled with light, love, abundance, and unity consciousness.

 For those people who have woken up, whether long ago or just yesterday, realize quickly, when you shift, you’re going to upset people, leave people, let people go, release relationships that no longer serve.  The current energetics support the breakup of the “old”, whatever it might that doesn’t suit anymore. This phase, that probably everyone who is aligned with the shift in energies here on Planet Earth (or Terra as I call Her), is one you will recognize when you come to it, decide how to handle it, and just do what you need to do.  I have to decide on my own what I need to do to strengthen my boundaries, adjust my goals, let go of, release, process, sit with, love and accept, and transmute.

In other lifetimes I was never known to be much of a diplomat.  I state my truth, how I feel, what I am going to do… and then do it.  Since I am now in a female body, people expect nurturing, lovingly compassionate, embracing and caring for another since they have been ill.  Right now, I am not feeling that, much to the dismay of a few others who are aware of a personal situation.  It is what it is.  I am not apologizing for my behavior or what others perceive it as being… insensitive, callous, arrogant, etc.

What can I say?  I am currently experiencing the depths of the emotions, beliefs, thought-forms, programs, etc. that I came here to feel and maneuver through.  I didn’t promise not to create waves in the process.  Should I say I am sorry?  Why?

Before I can love others here or experience unity consciousness from this plane of existence in which I am now I need to be able to love myself first.  To accept what I am feeling, my thoughts, how I get triggered by what others are saying or writing to me… until I figure out what I need to pay attention to it’s going to get a little rough.  I can’t soothe things over for other people who might be appalled or affected by my choices, sometimes not necessarily made with the “right” timing, whatever that is.

So, I blunder through things.  It is as it is.  I come off as being overly detached.  That would be apparent to others here, more than it is to me as we don’t experience the intensity of feelings that you do here on 3D.  The diversity and depth of human emotions here is pretty amazing, daunting, sometimes scary to encounter, and maneuver through… perhaps that is why I find myself watching jeep videos… looking for the perfect vehicle to manage and articulate through the bumps, stones, gullies, and sometimes scary chasms of human emotion as expressed here.

Okay, I am not perfect.  I am wearing a human vehicle that is over twice my age at Home.  I am still learning to drive it, take care of it.  Yes, I have anger issues… but right now, who doesn’t?  Who isn’t puzzled by what is going on in this world?

No more excuses… just a short confession of where I am at right now… an uncomfortable place to be sure.  However, if you can’t feel it, you can’t let go of it.  And that is what I am here to do.

At the end of the day, I have to live with myself.  That is the only thing by which I can measure my progress.  Whether or not it pleases others is not mine to worry about.  I have no control nor would I wish to direct others how to react or interact with me.

Fairly recently I found the videos of Lorie Ladd and have been posting them on this blog.  I will continue to do so until it’s time for me to move on, having accomplished whatever I needed to do at a particular stage of transformation.  I am not one to stay put being driven from within by a strong intuition.

In the end, it is how you perceive yourself, your ability to listen to what makes you unhappy or happy, what inspires you, what brings you down or distresses you, what triggers you… until you can experience all these things from a neutral perspective you still have work to do.

I still have a lot of work to do.  It’s not an excuse or a defense; for me, it’s Truth as I see it and experience it NOW.  You don’t have to agree with me. 

Blessings to all,

Sundeelia “Sunny” Mathdis

© All Rights Reserved, Eliza Ayres. Recordings and videos of this message are not permitted. www.bluedragonjournal.com

Sundeelia: “Where Am I From?”

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Sundeelia – “Where Am I From?”

As someone who has shared with her readers her own antecedents as a blended Pleiadian-Venusian walk-in, Sundeelia invariably receives periodically such questions from spiritual seekers as:

Am I going to ascend Home?”

“Where is Home?”

“Am I a Pleiadian.  I would like to know!”

“Am I the Twin Flame of such and such Ascended Master (or Lady)?

“Who is the mother of such and such Ascended Master (or Lady)?

And so on, ad nauseum. 

Folks, I’m not a dictionary or the sole source of the Akashic Records.  Every human being has the ability to access to the Akash (the etheric records of the NOW compendium of all time, past, present, and future).  Yes, I have been focusing on my own access to the Akash in researching some of my past lives in the Sirian and Pleiadian star systems, but I certainly don’t have all of the answers.  What is more important is my question to those who ask such things, “Why are you asking this question; what hunger within will be satisfied by knowing the answer?  Why is it important or even necessary to have this question answered now?”

Any person, whether starseed, walk-in, or Earthly master teacher with an honest heart will kindly tell such a person to look within.  The careful and diligent student will understand that by going within, you will be able to answer your own questions without badgering someone outside of your individualized consciousness foci, who, quite often, only appears to have all the answers.  And how does one open the door to the within?  By opening the heart center.

Until a student has successfully opened the Door to the Secret Chamber of the Heart, there will be no true connection to the Akash.  Yes, you can connect to lower frequency beings and frankly, many current channelers are doing just that.  By opening up your auric field to just anyone who will answer your questions – I am including non-physical entities of negative polarity – you open yourself up to a world of trouble, mostly relating to the cancerous growth of the ego.

Older spiritual teachings speak of the necessary destruction of the ego.  I happen to disagree with that perspective, seeing the ego as a necessary part of the body consciousness that originally had the job of making sure the body was safe.  However, if a person has not worked on clearing old records, ancient trauma, and persists in clinging to various beliefs, there can arise various emotional and mental issues relating to an unbalanced ego.

As one awakens to the Truth that you are a fractal of Source energy, there is sometimes the misguided assumption that you must be the Twin Flame of such and such Ascended Master… or even you are that Ascended Master or Lady.  This is actually a rather common theme in the process of awakening and something people need to beware of and to move beyond.  Even if you have a connection with a higher frequency Being, it does not follow that you are them or related to them.  More commonly, it is the ego’s desire to puff itself up that drives the person to proclaim they are such and such.

Oh, yes… if you have read my own claims about my personal connections, you might want to ascribe similar motivations.  However, the connection has been verified by other sources and my particular light frequency is quite high compared to other incarnated individuals, which is not to say that I am better, just different.  We each carry our own inner personal soul contracts according to our divine blue print.

Now, how do you open the Door to the Akashic Records?  Simple… open your Heart.  Let go of the needs of the ego to puff itself up and exercise true humility.  Spirituality is not complex.  You do not need to eat special food, do special exercises, wear special clothes or drape your body with crystals.  Simply accept yourself as you are now and learn to listen to the messages that are conveyed through your own body vehicle via the avenue of what is called intuition.  Learning to rely on your gut feelings as intuition is often called (at least in the States) is the first step to approaching the ability to hear and listen to the still silent Voice of Spirit, which emanates through the God seed planted within your own Heart.

My sister Tazjma learned to listen to her intuition by spending a lot of time out in the woods, often alone.  She got answers to questions about the weather, about plants, where to go… if she remained calm and centered in her body.  She learned that if one is centered within, they are always safe and protected as the body has an early warning device that registers as a tight sometimes nauseous feeling in the solar plexus, the “power” center of the body according the Vedic teachings.  What she learned about utilizing the body’s intuition was translated to me through the body consciousness when my consciousness replaced hers (i.e., she walked out and I walked in during the spring of 2017).

The present period of transition is presenting many challenges to people, both at an individual and collective level.  It is a time to review and perhaps release old belief systems, or at least to attempt to keep an open mind about things.  Much of what has been introduced or taught by “authorities” in the past, are now being proven to have little and sometimes no basis in fact – in other words, humanity has been subjected for interminable centuries to a diet of lies given forth by a small minority of black magicians who desire complete control of this planet.  It’s difficult to accept that anyone would actually lie about the origins of humanity, discount oral traditions of indigenous people, or suppress natural remedies… but all these things and far worse has, indeed, occurred.

Now is the time for the true, grounded, level-headed spiritual seeker to put on the armor of God, the Shield of Archangel Michael*, to lessen the effects of the tremendous psychic attacks being directed to those who speak the Truth at any level, narratives that are not accepted by the existing establishment whether political, religious, or academic.  By putting the Shield on every day does not mean you will not feel some negative energies being directed towards you, but it will lessen the effect and redirect the attack back to the sender multiplied. 

Okay, I got sidetracked, again… happens often.  Using the Violet Flame to dissolve and transmute energies is an effective way to open your heart chakra.  The first time Tazjma utilized the Violet Flame mantras given by the Ascended Master Teachings, she felt an answering warmth growing within her chest.  The Violet Flame is the perfect balance of the Feminine Pink ray of compassionate Love and the Masculine Blue Ray of Strength, Power, and Alignment with the Will of God.  It is my suggestion (and your choice) to work with the Violet Flame until you, also, begin to experience bodily sensations of warmth especially within the Heart Center.  There are various sources of Violet Flame mantras including the I AM Teachings, Summit Lighthouse, etc.  No one source is the Source although many former teachers (and some current ones) do make such a claim; there are many – after all there are billions of people on the planet, why would one person have the Key for everyone?  Look for the teachings of Saint Germain and the Lady Quan Yin as exceptional Teachers devoted to working with the generations of humanity and towards freeing this world from the darkness into which it fell during the latter days of Atlantis.

Now, as you awaken… wake up and become a part of the general Great Awakening that is occurring on Earth (or Terra as the Pleiadians call this planet) you may wonder whether or not you have your origins elsewhere, whether as an extraterrestrial (a being who is not incarnated upon this planet) or from a higher frequency.  Frankly, pretty much everyone incarnated here has off-world origins in their bloodlines, some older than others.  A goodly portion of human DNA is as yet undefinable but is apparently of extraterrestrial origin; the rest is similar to apes.  Go figure.  Perhaps apes are a line of descent from the extraterrestrials who originally set up colonies here rather than the other way around?  In other words, devolution rather than evolution.

So, back to my original focus… what prompts people to ask me or anyone associated with anything vaguely labeled as “spiritual” “Where do I come from?”

Really, I can think of more important things to ask Spirit.  Still, when one opens the Heart Center, the third flame of the three-fold Flame is activated, which is the Key to Divine Intelligence or Christ Consciousness.  This internal activation is also the Key to opening up access to the Akash.  One must be humble, patient, and calm, not seeking out answers that puff up an out of balance ego, but answers that echo strongly within the heart as an affirmation.  Even as the connection to Divine Intelligence is strengthened by one’s alignment with the Will of God, so, too, will the possibility that answers will be more easily forthcoming.  However, it is important to realize that often times until there is a specific need for an answer to be given, that answer will not be forthcoming.  You must then ask yourself, “Did I ask that question because I am impatient and want to know the answer now?” Or: “Did I ask that question because I am experiencing doubts about who I am or think I am?”

Frankly, what does it matter if you are Pleiadian in origin or have incarnated here from the Orion System?  Being incarnated upon Earth is an opportunity to change one’s path and soul trajectory.  From a negatively polarized emphasis you can switch to one that is positively polarized and vice versa.  I have personally witnessed former light workers and star seeds turn to the Dark Side as they are subsumed by misqualified ego issues or are implanted during the process of attending various so-called spiritual events and classes given by others who have already been compromised.  Once implanted, an individual will inevitably attract the presence of negatively-polarized non-physical entities which will strive to pump negative thoughts into the person’s consciousness leading them steadily towards an imbalanced state, resulting in a loss of light and fall in frequency.  By the way, this can also occur in higher frequency worlds as souls incarnated there are still growing, striving and working on their soul evolution (or not).

This time of transition is an opportunity that comes only once during the course of several lifetimes.  Once the internal choice has been made, the soul sets course for the world that will suit its next incarnation wherein it will again attempt to master the lessons and to embark on the Journey of Return.  Many will fail this round.  The Law of One teachings given forth during the 1980’s claims that 85% of Earth humanity will be moved to other 3D worlds as they pass out of incarnation here, for they “are neither hot nor cold”.  Another 5% of Earth’s population will ‘ascend’ back to negatively polarized worlds such as the region of the lower Orions or the Midway Belt (Orion’s Belt).  The remaining 10% of Earth’s population will ascend, either with the planet or return Home to reblend with their Higher Selves.  These are the starseeds, those who are not of the generations of humanity, not indigenous to the planet.  This percentage includes walk-ins, who utilize human vehicles, but who chose not to incarnate as a baby into this world for various and very personal soul reasons.

Few are those, even among starseeds, who are a fractal or fragment of an Ascended Master, much less a Twin Flame of a Lord or Lady Master.  Many have been the claims of this or that person who has founded a New Age teaching or church that they are the Twin Flame of such and such.  I have heard of some misguided people insisting that they are the fullness of their Higher Self, a pronouncement that has everything to do with ego rather than being based in truth.  As a walk-in, I am not the fullness of my Pleiadian self; a mere 8 to 10% of my consciousness resides here and given I am currently housed within an older physical vehicle, even that percentage is sometimes challenged to remember what Home looks like or feels like.  Yet, I am constantly visited by members of Family and Friends, who seek to assure my sometimes-faltering confidence that I am not alone or forgotten.  I identify these Beings by the way they feel, usually by a warmth in my Heart Center.  Sometimes I can tell immediately who is there; other times, I use muscle testing or my pendulum to determine to whom I am speaking.  If the energy feels off, I call in Archangel Michael to promptly remove the being… who is most likely someone or something with which I have no wish to communicate.  Your body is a very useful tool during this incarnation, given to you by Spirit.  It is up to you to determine how to utilize this sensitive and amazing creation.

So, now that I have thoroughly confuse everyone reading this, I will end.  I know attention spans are very short these days, especially my own.  Yet, I persist in endeavoring to clear and connect, in all humility and desire to serve my people by remembering. 

You are blessed to live in such times as they come rarely.  Take advantage of the situation and strive to come into attunement within your own Heart and seek not the false teachings of others or those teachings that may not serve you as you move upon your own journey of the soul.  Seek with a humble heart and when it is time for you to know the answer, you will know the question.  If you know the question, you know the answer.  Seek it within.  It is there waiting… to have the Light of Christ Consciousness shown upon it through the focused attention of a humble and obedient Heart aligned with the Will of Father/Mother God.

Blessings and salutations,

I AM Sundeelia

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Sundeelia: Observations from a Pleiadian Perspective (French/English) 30 April 2020

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Sundeelia: Observations from a Pleiadian Perspective via Eliza Ayres – 22 avril 2020

 Traduction française Thierry Calleau

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

Je suis Sundeelia. Salutations bien aimés habitants de Terra. Cela fait bien longtemps que je n’ai partagé mes pensées avec vous. Face aux développements récents des affaires terriennes, je dois avouer que je suis en pleine observation du réveil massif qui est en train de se manifester au sein de la population ordinaire. Ceci est une occurence trop longtemps attendue, et nous Pléiadiens sommes reconnaissants de voir enfin les coeurs et les esprits de nombreuses âmes courageuses s’aventurer hors de la “Matrice”.

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

Certains d’entre vous, spécialement mes nouveaux lecteurs, vont questionner mes propos, et peut être ressentir une certaine impatience, car il aura fallu bien du temps pour que ce mouvement commence à “prendre” tout autour du globe. Vos anciens possédants ont oeuvré durement et longuement pour empêcher votre éveil. Il est réjouissant de voir que leur plus récente contribution occulte à l’appauvrissement de vos coeurs et esprits est en train d’échouer. Distraction et illusion, mes chers cousins, distraction et illusion.

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

la Cabale planétaire est un minuscule groupe d’Aliens consanguins présents sur votre Terre depuis l’époque de la destruction de Maldek. Connue aussi sous le nom de Tiamat, cette gigantesque planète ressemblant à votre Terre était dominée par une race de géants technologiquement avancée qui n’avaient aucun lien avec l’espèce humaine terrestre. Ces extraterrestres arrogants et cupides réussirent à anéantir Tiamat. Un petit nombre parvint à quitter leur monde agonisant et à se crasher avec leurs vaisseaux dans la région actuelle de l’Antarctique. D’autres purent quitter leur incarnation et furent autorisés par la conscience planétaire de Terra à se réincarner sur votre planète, avec les survivants. Bien plus tard, d’autres races extraterrestres arrivèrent, bien après la chute de l’Atlantide, ce continent-île légendaire mais bien réel qui s’étendait dans l’Atlantique jusqu’aux Caraïbes et au continent nord-américain. Mais cette histoire est trop complexe pour s’inscrire dans cet article. Il suffit de savoir que des extraterrestres font des va-et-vient sur votre magnifique planète depuis des millions d’années.

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

Pourquoi nous, Pléiadiens, Ashtariens et Siriens sommes nous si intéressés par le sort de votre monde ? Je vous remercie de poser cette question. Voyez-vous, nos ancêtres (qui sont parfois certaines de nos incarnations précédentes!) furent vos créateurs, vos pères et mères, ensemençant cette planète de leurs lignées, celle des Enfants de Lumière. Les membres actuels de la Cabale sont principalement les descendants de nos ennemis de longue date que nous avons expulsés des systèmes de Sirius et de la Fédération des Pléiades lors de ce que nous avons appelé les anciennes “Guerres des Etoiles”. Ces “Guerres” furent bien réelles et non juste l’invention d’un réalisateur de cinéma imaginatif. Nous avons reconduit ces envahisseurs hors de nos territoires vers votre système solaire. Au cours de cet exil leur fréquence vibratoire fut diminuée et ils se sont retrouvés totalement prisonniers de la Terre, jusqu’à ce que récemment de nouvelles technologies (encore inconnues des masses) soient mises au point par le complexe militaro-industriel dans le cadre de ses nombreux projets obscurs.

Why does the Cabal wish to hang onto this particular world over the many millions of others available in this Galaxy alone? Terra is the Garden of this Quadrant of Creation. Nowhere else will you find a world that is so rich in bio-diversity, natural resources, gold, and water. The Cabal have envisioned keeping this world as a playground so they might enjoy its beauty for even their darkened hearts can see that this world is special. It has been their intention of several hundreds of years to depopulate the planet of its indigenous populations in order to bring into fruition their long-held dream.

Pourquoi donc la Cabale tient-elle si particulièrement à votre monde, plutôt qu’aux millions d’autres planètes viables dans votre galaxie ? Parce que Terra est LE Jardin de ce Quadrant de la Création. Nulle part ailleurs vous ne trouverez un monde aussi riche en bio-diversité, ressources naturelles, or et eau. La Cabale a décidé de faire de ce monde son terrain de jeu favori et exclusif, afin de jouir pleinement de sa beauté, car même dans la noirceur de leurs coeurs ils en saisissent la singularité. Depuis des centaines d’années leur intention est de réduire considérablement la population terrestre pour finaliser leur rêve initial.

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

Et par delà la bio-diversité même de la planète, il y a la présence humaine. Le génome humain est unique, son potentiel illimité, quasi-divin, enfermé dans une enveloppe physique fragile. La Cabale et ses sbires au mental dévoyé convoitent la Lumière contenue dans chaque cellule des humains, et plus spécialement Celle contenue dans le sang de jeunes enfants. Ils se nourrissent littéralement des humains. Les histoires de vampires sont vraies. La famille royale d’Angleterre descend directement de Vlad l’empaleur, et elle en est fière, je me dois d’ajouter. C’est seulement très récemment que des âmes courageuses ont osé aller fouiller dans des archives secrètes et d’anciens ouvrages pour découvrir la vérité sur l’existence longtemps dissimulée d’un réseau pédophile mondial s’attaquant aux jeunes enfants. Vous êtes vous posé la question de savoir ce qui arrive à tous les enfants qui disparaissent chaque jour ? des milliers, voire centaines de milliers d’enfants disparaissent rien qu’aux USA chaque année, et nombreux sont nés de sans papiers étrangers (“migrants illégaux”) et ne seront jamais recherchés par les autorités.

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

Et enfin, une autre raison pour laquelle la Cabale revendique cette planète et son système solaire, est liée à son emplacement unique à proximité d’un immense portail (un “trou de ver” en astrophysique) permettant le voyage très rapide d’une galaxie à l’autre. On peut donc voir la Terre comme une cité prospère le long de l’ancienne Route de la Soie, et dont les autorités locales taxaient lourdement les voyageurs et marchandises en transit. D’un point de vue galactique ce monde est littéralement une mine d’or.

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

Chers cousins, il est en effet temps de vous réveiller. Le temps du sommeil dans vos nids matriciels confortables est révolu car la Cabale a eu vent des activités de dirigeants courageux tels que Trump, Putin, Johnson et Xi. En conséquence leurs plans scrupuleusement établis ont dû être précipités prématurément avant d’être vraiment au point.

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

Certains d’entre vous ont peut être entendu parler de ces villes ou bunkers souterrains activement préparés depuis la deuxième guerre mondiale. Savez vous que votre Terre est partiellement creuse et fourmille de tunnels, villes, forteresses dont l’existence n’est connue que d’un tout petit nombre d’initiés, ceux qui ont été impliqués dans leur construction et par ceux qui auraient la chance de voyager en sécurité dans leurs infrastructures pendant que la population de surface serait anéantie par diverses méthodes incluant guerre atomique, ondes électromagnétiques, sècheresse, changements climatiques majeurs, pandémies virales etc, jusqu’à ce que la population soit réduite au niveau désiré par cette Cabale inhumaine. Ne soyez pas naïfs en pensant que ces êtres sont “humains” et ont un coeur qui bat. Qu’ils utilisent des apparences changeantes ou soient juste des démons sous forme humaine, ces créatures n’ont aucune empathie pour vous, ni aucune compassion en eux. Ils utiliseront, abuseront, détruiront vos semblables sans frémir, comme on écrase un insecte nuisible, et cependant eux aussi sont soumis à la Loi Cosmique.

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

Alors comment cela fonctionne t’il … La Cabale utilise les média de masse pour “informer” la population de leurs intentions, parfois des années à l’avance, par la méthode de la “programmation prédictive”. Selon leur système de croyance, s’ils font ceci, ils n’auront pas à supporter la charge karmique en retour de leurs actions, quelles qu’elles soient. Après tout, vous avez été informés de ce qui se tramait, et n’avez ni protesté ni réagi; ainsi, à leurs yeux, vous avez donné votre consentement et ils ont donc tout pouvoir sur vous.

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

Prenez le temps de respirer un peu si ces informations vous perturbent. Votre race, toute l’humanité, a depuis longtemps été subjuguée par une race Alien insensible. Vos anciens systèmes de croyances apportés par vos pères, mères et instructeurs spirituels ont tous été pervertis et utilisés contre vous pour plus de contrôle, domination, et opportunité de vous détruire. Pourquoi croyez vous que toutes ces guerres, maladies et rituels du sang versé aient été inventés ? Pour votre amusement ? Non, pour le leur, car ces êtres n’ont pas assez de lumière en eux pour maintenir leurs corps en vie. Ils survivent grace aux protéines prélevées dans le sang pur de la jeunesse, et littéralement se nourrissent de vos enfants, des viols et abus de vos jeunes femmes et hommes, et du massacre permanent de milliers d’innocents au nom du principe dominant du moment, pogrom, guerre de religion, épuration ethnique de tout ceux qui sont différents … Ne voyez vous pas, chers amis, que si vous êtes divisés vous perdrez, et que donc vous devez dépasser vos peurs et vous unir les uns aux autres, par delà vos convictions politiques, religieuses, couleur de peau, ou position sociale et économique?

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

l’intention de la Cabale est d’empêcher l’ascension de l’humanité … C’est “pourquoi” ils mettent tant d’effort à vous dis-traire, à vous mener comme un troupeau guidé par la peur de mourir d’un “virus”, ou de tout ce qu’ils veulent bien vous mettre en tête à travers les diverses manipulations et propagandes présentées comme “vérité” dans les médias officiels. Vous avez été programmés pour croire ce que disent vos dirigeants, qu’ils soient prêtres, ministres, professeurs, physiciens, officiers de police, politiciens, ou toute autre “autorité” reconnue. Souvent, voire tout le temps, ces individus ne se préoccupent pas en leur coeur de votre intérêt (si tant est qu’ils aient un coeur). Cependant ceci est en train de changer car la population s’éveille à ce qui se passe REELLEMENT dans ce monde, derrière le proverbial rideau de la Matrice … Si peu de choses vous ont été permises de voir …

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

Merci à internet, la toile mondiale, originalement créé pour les militaires et voué à devenir un mécanisme de contrôle, ce plan de la Cabale s’est retourné contre elle de façon spectaculaire. Car maintenant, quiconque pouvant lire et comprendre peut accéder aux secrets jalousement et longtemps cachés au grand public. Les bibliothèques universitaires en ligne sont accessibles à tous ceux qui veulent bien consacrer les heures nécessaires à chercher, comparer, recouper les informations éparpillées dans d’anciens livres, qu’ils soient des fictions, scénarios de films, et tous ces matériaux utilisés pour la programmation prédictive, par le détournement de sens des textes religieux sacrés, afin de présenter au monde entier la guerre comme désirable, et enlever le pouvoir aux êtres spirituels en attente permanent d’un sauveur qui n’arrive pas.

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

Ah, comme ces anciens textes ont pu être mal interprétés … Et bien, d’une part, aucun Sauveur incarné ne viendra, aujourd’hui, demain, l’année prochaine. Quand le Seigneur Sananda, Fils de Sanat Kumara, a envoyé une parcelle de Sa conscience dans le corps d’un bébé, il y a bien longtemps, son intention était d’ancrer la Lumière Christique à nouveau sur cette planète bénie. Des centaines de milliers d’années auparavant, la fréquence de cette planète était de 6ème dimension. Au fil du temps sa vibration est graduellement descendue, spécialement après l’arrivée des survivants de Tiamat et d’autres invasions aliens. Cependant, et avant d’accuser ces envahisseurs, regardez au plus profond de vous. Vous tous, êtres obscurs ou lumineux, êtes les Enfants de la plus Haute Source Immanente de la Création, qui vibre bien au delà de la Lumière et de l’Obscurité. Nous avons tous chuté en fréquence, certains plus que d’autres.

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

Alors, où cela nous mène t’il ? Il n’y a pas de Sauveur à l’extérieur pour nous sauver de nous mêmes et de nos nos mauvaises créations. Cependant, regardez en vous, dans ce Centre du Coeur que tous les humains (peu importe leur apparence) possèdent, et quelle que soit la noirceur de ce coeur. Si vous percevez la flamme du coeur qui maintient vos structures en vie, vous découvrirez la connexion avec votre Soi intérieur, le sauveur qui demeure en vous. Quelle que soit votre religion, cette conscience informelle est La Conscience Christique, celle là même qui a pris corps avec Celui qu’on a nommé Christ, l’oint, “l’unique” Fils de Dieu.

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

Je souris à l’avance de ce que des gens intelligents vont penser, qu’il n’y a qu’un fils de Dieu, qu’un Prophète, qu’un Bouddha (Maitreya) attendant juste de réapparaître sur la scène, au moment désiré. Vous êtes potentiellement des Christs, Bouddhas ou Prophètes … Cependant cela prendra un certain “temps” avant que de parvenir à ce stade de votre évolution. Toutefois, l’humanité dans son ensemble passe actuellement par un grand avancement dans son évolution, processus que la Cabale n’avait pas vu venir, car ceci va potentiellement mettre nombre d’entre vous hors de portée de ses plans. Voyez-vous, la seule façon de vaincre l’Ennemi extérieur et l’ennemi intérieur (la peur) est de devenir votre propre sauveur et de monter votre FREQUENCE vibratoire.

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

Recherchez l’alignement avec la Volonté Divine sous les Auspices du Seigneur Michaël (Saint Michel), premier des Archanges. Il guide, abrite et protège ceux qui invoquent Son Nom. Cependant, ils vous laissera passer vos propres tests et ne vous protègera pas de vos propres follies, si vous désirez vous comporter follement.

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

Nous tous qui vibrons dans les fréquences élevées saluons le libre arbitre. Nous honorons vos choix, qu’ils consistent pour vous à en prendre la responsabilité, ou bien à hurler “sauvez-moi”, ou bien “je suis victime de …”. Quand au final vous réalisez et acceptez la responsabilité d’avancer dans votre processus évolutif en ouvrant votre coeur et en vous éveillant (tout un parcours!) à la connexion avec les mondes supérieurs, les Plans Ethériques dans lesquels nous avons l’existence, nous pouvons alors légitimement vous porter assistance. C’est votre choix et seulement le votre. Ceux qui gravissent l’Echelle de l’évolution doivent oeuvrer par leur focalisation et leur intention. Il n’y a pas de tour gratuit ni de complaisance autorisée. C’est un travail à la fois sérieux et joyeux!

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

J’en ai dit beaucoup aujourd’hui, et parfois cela n’aura pas de sens pour certains d’entre vous. Vous pouvez rejeter cette information, cela fait partie de vos droits et privilèges. Bon nombre d’entre vous vont souffrir de dissonance cognitive, du fait que je vous ai asséné de nombreux concepts encore inaccessibles. Peu importe … La connaissance et la sagesse demeurent dans l’Ether, dans le Annales Akashiques, et sont accessibles pour ceux qui ont allumé les flammes dans leur Centre du Coeur, et se sont ouverts à l’avènement de l’Intelligence Divine connue comme Conscience Christique dans tout l’Omnivers (ou Multivers). C’est cette Lumière dorée éternelle qui vous inonde à travers les grandes étoiles et parvient à votre belle planète, atténuée par un processus de transformation.

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

Réveillez vous chers cousins … Avant qu’il ne soit trop tard et que votre monde ne plonge prématurément dans un autre Age Noir semblable à celui précipité par la Chute de l’Atlantide et la destruction du Grand Firmament Cristallin qui protégeait alors votre planète des intrusions d’êtres de basse vibration.

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

Vivez avec l’Espoir en vos Coeurs et soyez en Paix. Libérez vous de la peur et sachez que vous êtes une fraction de ce que l’on nomme “Dieu”, l’Etre éternel, infini, intemporel qui demeure au delà de toute connaissance humaine.

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

JE SUIS Sundeelia et j’ai eu plaisir à vous entretenir ce jour. Cherchez en vous le Maitre intérieur; Il / Elle attend que vous reconnaissiez la Présence.

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

Je vous laisse aujourd’hui avec un mot, comme “Q” a dit, La Lumière Gagne. Il le sait car il vient du futur, tout comme moi. Blessings to all. Soyez bénis.

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

JE SUIS Sundeelia, Commandement Spécialisé, The White Winds (Les Vents Blancs), vaisseau amiral de la Flotte Extérieure Pléiadienne sous le commandement du Seigneur Adrigon, Seigneur des Pléaides

Received by: Eliza Ayres

Reçu par: Eliza Ayres

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

Translation from American English to French kindly done by Thierry Calleau, friend and long-time reader of Blue Dragon Journal.

WWG1WGA – Vive la France!

Sundeelia: Observations from a Pleiadian Perspective

Sundeelia:  Observations from a Pleiadian Perspective

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Blessings to all.

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

Received by:  Eliza Ayres

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

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

Sundeelia – Thoughts on the Solstice

sirian star ship

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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