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.a

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The Holy Lance of Love: Gabriel & McKibben on a Grail Quest

The Holy Lance of Love: Gabriel & McKibben on a Grail Quest

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Yes, Aman…your father.”

“What happened?”

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

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

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

“What does this mean?”

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

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

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

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

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

“Where is he…?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Peace to all,

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

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

Lord Krishna

A depiction of Lord Krishna from Indian art.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Peace to all,

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

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Line Cmdr. Sundeelia: Remembrance – Part 3

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Line Cmdr. Sundeelia:  Remembrance – Part 3

Despite what many of you believe or think you believe, understand that even in the higher realms, we are not perfect.  We are always endeavoring to discover new ways to serve our family, our home, our people, the Command, and all Life.  Just because you reach the fifth dimension with your personal frequency, it does not automatically translate that you have no more soul growth ahead of you.  Evolution is never over as the Creator is always exploring and experiencing the Universes through us, its fractals as have been sent forth from Source.  It is arrogant and terribly ignorant of one to claim that they are done with their spiritual evolution for it denotes a spirit of rebellion and separation from Source energy.

Born of a family of Pleiadian Angelics, I am striving to bring into balance my own inner divine masculine and feminine energies, in the same manner as are many awakened lightworkers on Earth today.  Although I naturally resonate and live in 6D to 7D, I live and function in 5D along with the rest of the crew members of The White Winds.  And with this small portion of my consciousness now residing in this 3D Earth human vehicle, I am attempting to confront, sort through, transmute and release those memories most traumatic to me during the ancient Galactic Wars.

As with my predecessor in this vehicle, my elder sister Tazjma Amariah Kumara VaCoupe, many of my lifetimes within this quadrant of Creation have been as a male, if you will, an alpha male, a natural born warrior and protector.  Part of my purpose in coming here, as I have stated above, is to discard of what I no longer need (the pain, guilt, blame, etc.) and to embrace that which is of benefit to me (love, compassion, wisdom, tenderness, devotion).  Coming into balance is not an easy proposition for one who has stood face to face with the enemy more than once, even if the confrontation took place on a viewing screen of a command deck.  One needs to release the anger, fear, blame, and shame that linger within a survivor who has witnessed the death of many, including family members… especially family members.

Now we come to a tough spot for me to look at once again.  I will write this part of my tale in story form which allows me to move through the events more dispassionately…

The young Sirian commander was in the process of pondering a puzzle put forth by his mentor.  For a moment he allowed his gaze to fall upon his companion.  As a Sirian lord he had seen many of the Sirian feline species as they visited the palace of his grandfather, Lord Krishna.  He was fond of these people… for he and his people considered the feline species as humanoid and hence by definition “humans”.  They walked upright, very highly intelligent, strong, dedicated Sirians.  The leonine people especially were utilized often as guards for the temples and the palaces of the great although the Sirians did not fear violence from their own people.

However, this adopted Pleiadian who now stood nearby, gazing out a window into the dark skies beyond, was different.  Commander Lyonell had taken the entire Pleiadian fleet under his spell through his dominating personality, commanding wit and intelligence.  His psychic abilities were extraordinary.  His memory was astounding.  His entire being exuded tremendous power and ability, and yet, there were moments of extreme tenderness and concern where the Commander reached out to aid and comfort a crew member when they learned of a death in their family or an incident on their home world.  The man was not without a deep and abiding sense of compassion for all who came within his sphere of influence.  And so it was when the young Sirian gasped in surprise and grief, the Commander moved quickly with his characteristic feline grace to the man’s side.

“What is wrong, Commander Delos?” It was months since Delos had arrived on the Pleiadian ship, The Golden Falcon, for training alongside Commander Lyonell, but the Pleiadian commander retained his formality when it was required.

The commander’s great golden eyes studied his Sirian companion.  The young man… young in terms of Sirian years… was tall and slender.  His pale skin was blanched, his green eyes bright with tears and shock.  He whispered, his voice taut and strained with emotion, “Tazo… my brother… his ship is under attack!”

“What do you see?” asked Commander Lyonell.  The Pleiadian commander knew of the Sirian’s deep connection with his family, especially his younger brother.  Apparently they had spent many lifetimes together, often as twins.  In this life Delos was the elder, their ages separated by some five years.  Still, the soul connection ran deep and powerful between the two siblings.

“I…I…, “ Delos blinked, again, tears splashing down his cheeks unheeded.  He looked within and saw…

The ship was jolted by another barrage, sending debris everywhere.  It was hard to see through the dust and confusion.  Tazo grabbed onto a railing to pull himself upright and was thrown again against the bulkhead.  His ears were streaming blood from the impact.  As he stumbled down the passageway, he bumped into another crew member. “Carlos? Are you okay?”

Carlos looked up at his commander, and then looked down towards the command deck a short distance away.  “The ship is going down?”

Tazo nodded abruptly and turned back to his command post, striving to steady himself on nearby stations.  The view monitors were no longer functioning, but the trajectory of the ship was obvious; they were about to crash into the isle below. 

He scanned the isle with his extended senses.  It was only lightly populated, a moon actually on the outer fringes of the Sirian star system.  He could sense the ships that were attacking his vessel coming in for the kill.  No!  He would land this ship if it took all he had within.  Telepathically he connected with the Command Mothership, the Golden Lily, “Comrades, we are under attack!  We are now entering the atmosphere of J___ a moon of Satus.”

The reply came swiftly, “Commander Tazo, we are aware of your situation.  An attack squadron is on the way!”

As Tazo turned his attention to the navigation post, he felt his brother tuning into the situation.  “Brother…”

Tazo felt Delos nod as their minds melded in their own unique way.  He felt his brother’s strength and determination flow into his bruised body.  He focused on the controls in front of him and took control of the faltering vessel, bringing her back into alignment.  He knew that damaged as she was, they could not escape via hyperspace and needed to land on the moon.  Whether or not any of his crew would survive depended on how quickly help arrived.  The ship was too damaged to go far.

The ship shuddered as yet another barrage struck the outer hull.  Tazo began to cough.  He sniffed the air and scanned the ship.  Fire!  He attempted to contact other surviving crew members.  One familiar mind contacted with his own, “Jon, there is a fire on board!”

“I know, sir,” replied Jon, one of the navigation staff.  “It’s in the engines, sir!” 

Unlike the more sophisticated Pleiadian vessels who utilized crystalline energy, some of the smaller Sirian ships still required fuels.  This scout vessel was such a one, not outfitted for long distance travel outside the star system.  The Sirian fleet was in the process of building ships similar to the Pleiadian design, but that took time, manpower, and many credits.  Under attack from many sides by the enemy, the Sirians could ill afford to lose even this small vessel.

“Take care of it, Jon!” Tazo ordered telepathically, knowing his loyal crew member would do what he asked.  He felt the assurance and determination as the crew member went off to gather others to repair the ship’s engine array.

Tazo gritted his teeth and concentrated on the controls.  As he passed his hand above them, the dials glowed.  With his strong mind he guided the vessel towards a likely landing spot on the surface of the moon.  Fortunately for the Sirians and their ship, the moon was primarily an agricultural isle, mostly flat or gently rolling country broken up by low fences or scattered farm family compounds.  Dividing his consciousness between the rapidly approaching planet surface and the controls, he guided the ship towards a landing spot.

Just before the ship landed, it shuddered once again.  This time the blow sent the vessel into a spin.  Tazo was thrown against the bulkhead.  Dazed he tried to concentrate on the task, when the vessel came to an abrupt halt on its side.  Tazo crawled to his feet.  The smoke from the fire was stronger now.  He sent an order to evacuate the vessel, “Now!”

As Tazo and a few other men stumbled out the landing ramp, they came under fire from an enemy vessel that was above strafing the ground around the vessel.  As he glanced up, Tazo felt something strike his leg, sending him crashing to the ground.  Smoke billowed out of the Sirian vessel.  The men needed to get clear, but the attack drove them closer to the wounded vessel as they sought cover.  Tazo was now coughing hard.  He covered his mouth with his hand only to pull it away in dismay.  His hand was covered with blood.  It was internal bleeding from some wound that he had not even registered in the flight.  He swayed and then pulled himself upward as another crew member reached out to support his weight. 

A sudden piercing mind scream crashed through his sensitive consciousness and he managed to peer skyward.  A dazzling light broke through the dusty atmosphere and hit the attacking enemy ship.  Help had arrived!  The drone of other Sirian ships began to fill his ears.  His men were going to be safe!

Tazo crumpled to the ground, exhausted, bleeding from internal injuries and coughing from heavy smoke inhalation.  Just as another Sirian ship landed beside his wounded vessel, he fell into a coma.  He died later of his wounds.  His men and his family grieved for this loss.  His brother, so far away from home, grieved also.

Commander Delos broke off contact with his dying brother.  He cried out silently, “Father!”

“I AM Chananda.  My son… you know?”  Delos felt the presence of his great Father surrounding him with a blanket of warm love and concern.

“Yes, I saw everything…”

“Ah… of course you would.  The binding ties of love are strong between the two of you.”

“Yes!”

Delos felt another presence intrude into his inner dialogue, “What has happened, Commander Delos?”

The Sirian looked around in confusion for a second or two and then regained his composure.  He nodded to the Pleiadian Commander, “Lord Lyonell, my brother has been wounded in battle.”

Lyonell’s golden eyes rested upon his Sirian companion with compassion.  “Is he gravely wounded?”

“Yes, sir,” replied the younger man. “He is dying.  They are taking him home to Sirust even now.”

Lyonell rested his heavy paw-like hand upon the Sirian’s slender shoulder, “Then you will be going home now?”

Delos looked up at the pale violet sky outside the viewing screen with its two pink moons and thought for a moment.  Then he turned to the Pleiadian, shaking his head fiercely, “No, sir… my Father will understand.  I must complete my training here with you.  I will honor my brother later.”

The shrewd golden eyes of the Pleiadian searched the young commander’s pale determined face.  He thought to himself, “Hmmm, our mutual enemy has made a mistake in attacking a member of this young man’s family…”

He was right.

Thus ends the third part of this Remembrance series.

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

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Line Cmdr. Sundeelia: More on Healing Ancient Trauma

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Line Cmdr. Sundeelia:  More on Healing Ancient Trauma

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Facets of Wisdom: On Surrendering to the Love that You Are

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Facets of Wisdom: On Surrendering to the Love that You Are

by Sundeelia VaCoupe

Note to Reader:  These “facets” are based on some of the writings of my elder sister Tazjma VaCoupe.  I have edited this facet to reflect more of my own story.

Due to my experience in many lifetimes as a warrior, I have also experienced many dark timelines. The wisdom and experience gained as a warrior has allowed me to ground more deeply and to work harder with the process of integration light and dark. However, this intensity and determination come with a price, an unwillingness or inability to truly heal the darkest core of my being which has prevented my being able to evolve beyond my present level of attainment.

I understand the dualistic nature of combat and the amount of suppressed trauma that a warrior can take home if s/he survives and has to put aside often before it has a chance to heal due to the need to function in peacetime.  Only during the Galactic Wars with the Orion Empire, I wasn’t given a chance to heal.  I died twice as a male and then again as a female.  Those wounds have never been allowed to heal up until now with this rare opportunity given me due to volunteering to act as a walk-in on behalf of my sister Tazjma VaCoupe who has now ascended Home.

Typically the active process of the healing ensues when my other sister, RaNia VaCoupe and I are together.  We will be chatting about something and a word, a phrase or an image will trigger a sudden remembrance often accompanied by an outpouring of tears.  Letting go and allowing the tears are sometimes difficult, but I’m coming to a place where I trust the process that I am undergoing.  There comes a point when anyone on the path to mastery must surrender and allow the energies of the Higher Self to come in. This is when you let go of the need to understand – which comes from your lower mind attempting to direct the process – as well as releasing whatever fears come up.

There are moments of doubt, whole hours of feeling anger rising up… and then, suddenly comes a brilliant moment of surrender and understanding.

I have been told that I possess a great heart flame. Yet, as a warrior, this flame has been buried behind a very effective barrier… at least until I experienced a recent series of illness this year.  As a Pleiadian, I am more accustomed to my highly evolved refined body that I wear when Home. Even though I have been on Earth for over a year now, I am not still not used to having a vehicle that doesn’t function at full capacity all of the time.  In adjusting to this older Earth model,  I have had to surrender, physically, to the process of allowing this body to recover further complicated by the need to also give it an opportunity to integrate the higher frequencies stemming from the intensification of the cosmic and photonic frequencies arriving on the planet’s surface daily.

Love… shouldn’t be a foreign thing to me, since I am both Venusian and Pleiadian, two worlds imbued with the highest frequencies of Love. Yet, I have felt estranged from this natural experience of love, put off by other’s attempts to express their love for me, perhaps because I did not feel that I loved them back or felt somehow worthy.  The reluctance stems, in part, from the unhealed trauma suffered during the ancient Star Wars, which I have discussed here in other articles.

Obviously, there is something buried deep that has finally begun to emerge and the process of my illness allowed me to relax my guard enough to allow it to come forth for healing and to open to love.

Surrendering to love is allowing yourself to integrate the highest and purest essences of your Higher Self into your physical being. It is to allow those energies to braid through your etheric, emotional and mental bodies.

This love is not about romance, getting married, having a relationship, being a friend, yet it encompasses all those things and a lot more. This is the love that is the foundation of your being, your truth, your self-revealed before Father-Mother God. It is how they see you at all times, and it slowly becomes how you see and feel about yourself.  It is an unconditional love that brings full acceptance of what you are NOW.

Surrendering to love is to come to a place where you can finally acknowledge that you have gifts that you can share. I hope that sharing my process is opening up a window of understanding for others, not to judge themselves by what I have or have not accomplished, but to know that we need to allow our body to slowly incorporate the energies and to be kind to ourselves while undergoing these tremendous changes.

I am still opening up to the idea that I can even love or be loved by others… but there it is. Surrendering has allowed me to open up to a tremendous healing and to release the darkness that has been within since the terrible day we watched in horror to see an entire planet destroyed by a new enemy and then died ourselves in fire and flame.

The experience of trauma creates a connection between the victim and the perpetrator.  Only by forgiving self and forgiving the perpetrator(s) can you be cut free forever.  Until you are able to do this it is as if there is a stone in your heart weighing you down.  Try as you will, until the wound is fully healed within the emotional and mental bodies, there will be no going forward with your spiritual evolution.

Forgiveness does not mean that you approve of what has been done to you or others.  It simply means that you have succeeded in dissolving the emotional/mental burden on your end.  What happens to the others involved is their issue.  You do not have to continue to have anyone who has hurt you in the past in your life, although you can forgive them for what they have done so you are set free from any karmic repercussions in future timelines.

Now, I can reintegrate what was put aside then and allow the darkness and the accompanying hurt and trauma to dissipate in the cleansing energies of the Violet / Purple Flame and the healing and soothing energies of the Pink Flame of Active Intelligence.

Now I can dispassionately look at what I still need to release and allow that to happen by calling on my Higher Self to assist me, as well as the Pleiadian and Sirian lords and ladies who have been with me of late, as well as the Archangels Michael and Zadkiel.

Love comes first and then the wisdom within unfolds. You cannot reach the higher mind through your intellect; you must first go through the heart center. It is a simple but profound truth that we all eventually come to understand. And until you can successfully open your heart center you will not evolve.

So, now, I am in the process of allowing the love of my Higher Self to fill up the areas where the darkness has been released, to bind up and heal the wounds, and to purge all remaining dark energies from out of my etheric, emotional and mental bodies. This process won’t be accomplished in a day or a month but will continue on even as I undergo my higher initiations in the Light and gain in mastery.

Namaste,

Sundeelia

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Facet of Wisdom: On Healing Deep Trauma

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Facets of Wisdom: On Healing Deep Trauma

Written and edited by Sundeelia and Tazjma Kumara VaCoupe

Note to the new reader:  These “facets” are taken from writing by the original editor of this blog, my Pleiadian sister Tazjma Amariah Kumara VaCoupe.  She ascended fully over a year ago and returned Home.  As a walk-in (you can read more about my story on the page labeled “Line Cmdr. Sundeelia”) I’ve taken over the editing and occasional writing duties of this blog.  Recently, I was encouraged by one of my Pleiadian mentors to write shorter versions focused on one topic.  In keeping with this “assignment”, I am currently presenting these facets of wisdom for your enjoyment.  Keep in mind, the subjects being touched upon are quite complex, but it is best to keep things simple as these times are difficult enough for most of us.  True spirituality is simple and straight-forward.  Complexity simply breeds confusion and in some dependency.  As ascension and soul evolution is about self-mastery, depending on others to do the work or to give us all the answers simply doesn’t work.  I encourage you to read extensively, to journal, and to question everything.  Keep an open mind and develop an open heart.

Tazjma – On Healing Deep Trauma

Few people are willing to face the darkness and move through it. It frightens them. I know this in my heart and I was born holding a great deal of fear in my body, yet I found the inner strength to move through it. And it is this strength, this courage, the light of my heart, that assists me in continuing to release the vestiges of deep and ancient trauma, from many lifetimes of suffering at the hands of the dark ones… or in acting out dark roles myself. We must forgive, release and move on, but I am discovering that for many there arises a great deal of resistance to going there, with the resulting acting out with irrational behaviors. It is a time to act with patience, both with self and with others who are now encountering the darkest longest-held secrets of their beings.

What is going on for many lightworkers right now on a conscious level, depending on their level of awareness, is the cleansing and releasing of some really deep trauma related to the fall of both Atlantis and Lemuria. When the dark ones from the destroyed planet of Marduk arrived as souls upon this planet, it was with great compassion that the soul of our world, GAIA, accepted them without question, sincerely believing that they were contrite and would do everything to rise again in their frequency levels to match the vibratory level of the planet. It didn’t work out that way and all of us fell into darkness as a consequence.

Note from Sundeelia:  I might add that many lightworkers and people incarnated upon the planet also have deeply embedded soul memories from the ancient galactic wars, memories that have been up until now repressed.  However, with the incoming photonic and cosmic light, these memories are now reactivating causing confusion in those who still carry them in their light bodies.

Now, as the light intensifies and drives the shadows from the corners in which they have successfully hidden for centuries, each individual is also confronted by their personal shadows, the dweller on the threshold. This dweller is the sum total of all miscreations of your own making, as well as those traumatic experiences that have been heaped upon you by darker souls. In fact, none of this shadowy material is actually “you”, the divine you, but what you have come to believe, through conditioning by fear, is the real human being.

A dear friend of mine shared an insight of her own with me this morning, one so simple yet remarkably profound. For all our lifetimes here since the fall, we have been lead to believe that hatred is the polar opposite of love. Instead, my friend recognized in a pure moment of clarity is that fear is the polar opposite of love, not hatred. Think on that for a moment. Your ego or lower mind may not understand, but your heart will, of that I am sure.

Hatred is a product of fear. Hatred has been used as a tool to divide people, from their own divinity, from their connection to source… and knowing the vulnerability of lightworkers, the dark forces used hatred to turn the lighted ones against themselves. Self-hatred is the hardest of locks to break free of, but free yourself you must in order to continue onward with ascension.

One of the ways to control the population was through the institution of religion. Think for a moment of all the terrible deeds that have been done in the name of God through the centuries. Do you really think for one moment that Mother/Father God so hated their children that they would attempt to separate them through hatred and the use of violence against those who identified with another “god”, religion or belief system? This misappropriation of the seed teachings of lighted ones through the centuries has been an important piece of the arsenal used against mankind. Its purpose was to drive permanent wedges between peoples of different races, cultures, and traditions. And it worked, and in many cases, still appears to be working, but won’t for very much longer.

So we have a thoroughly confused humanity controlled by dark entities. So who is going to save them (us)? Well, we are… by freeing ourselves from the bonds which were placed upon us by the same dark entities who still are here today. We are more mature beings having walked through the shadowed places. As the light increases on the planet, so does our desire to step free of our self-hatred and to release our fears. However, to do so, you must also be willing to open the doors of the unconscious mind and release all the dark thought-forms that hide there, like black bats in a belfry…

We have been cursed by the presence of vampires among us, who feed upon our dark emotions and torture us with etheric implants that are still existent in our etheric bodies, carried from lifetime to lifetime until removed by a qualified healer. And those who do not carry implants still carry vestiges of trauma buried deep in our flesh that must be removed consciously by the ones who carry it.

Note from Sundeelia:  Be VERY careful in choosing a psychic healer.  There are currently many under-trained, over-confident healers who have no idea what they’re dealing with when they encounter the deeply embedded implants from Atlantis.  Jerking or pulling these implants out without proper care can actually cause damage to the lower bodies – you will feel pain and injury as a result.  And beware the fake healer who actually adds more implants to their clients.  Some are conscious tools of the dark; others are unconscious accessories to the commission of these insidious acts of violence and oppression.  I am not a healer here, as that is not my mission, but I have observed a truly talented healer who does know what she is doing, acting as a conduit for the healing energies of healing Angels.  No one who is a true healer on this planet does the work themselves; they anchor the energy of healing through their body and allow the body of the patient to do the rest.

To release your inner demons and transmute the dark energy into light, use the Violet Flame. It is better than soap for cleansing the etheric, mental and emotional bodies. And don’t forget to use physical means to cleanse and clear your physical temple of toxins and poisons that we have all taken on as a result of living in a highly polluted environment.  This includes eating “clean” and organic food, doing meditation, getting exercise, going out in Nature, doing periodic cleanses and fasting…all tools used for generations of spiritually inclined people.

Note from Sundeelia: I would add the daily use of psychic shielding (see Archangel Michael’s page on this website for his Shield and Ring-pass-not here).  There are some lightworkers who scoff at the idea of shielding and would rather open their chakra system to all comers.  May I respectfully remind them that now is not the time to do such a foolish act as Dark Team is actively attacking any and all lightworkers and even some whom I have called friend has been taken completely over by dark entities.  It is not a pleasant experience to witness and the attacks that take place as a result certainly have motivated me to utilize the tools given to us by Archangel Michael for our own benefit and physical safety.

That’s it for this facet of wisdom.  Let me know if any of these excerpts are helpful to you, the reader, by commenting below.

Namaste,

Tazjma and Sundeelia Kumara VaCoupe

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Facets of Wisdom – On Self-Love

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Facets of Wisdom – On Self-Love

Written and edited by Sundeelia VaCoupe

My sister Tazjma VaCoupe wrote many things before she ascended Home.  Here are some of her thoughts on self-love, a concept that confuses many people since they have been conditioned not to love self, thinking it is selfish, and “you should always think about others before yourself.”  In a way, that is true, but the key to service is to love self first and through the understanding you gain about your own humanity, you learn compassion for other people.  When you can extend compassion and acceptance of the choices of others, you are extending it to yourself as well.

Only through self-love, self-acceptance, and self-knowledge can you truly understand what it is to be human.  Then and only then you can truly serve humanity with an open heart and unconditional love.  Your acceptance of the choices of others does not mean that you necessarily agree with them, or will not oppose them if they infringe on your own sovereignty and that of others, but you accept the right to each individual to make choices due to the existence of free will on this planet.  This is an act of acceptance of all that you have had to go through to reach the capacity to feel unconditional love about your own circumstances and choices.

Now on to the words of Lady Taz:

“Self-love… when you fully love self, you do not feel the judgments of others and likewise, you do not judge others as wanting, which is a consequence of projecting your inner feelings out into the world around you. Obviously, I understand this intellectually, but still, there emerges this kind of “stuff” to be looked at, hopefully dispassionately, but certainly with interest. In, “like, why am I still doing that?”

We’re human and as humans, we have taken on quite a load of s**t to turn into usable compost, reformatted and transmuted as energy for the good of the world. Love does have to enter into the process as being the only solvent to dissolve self-hatred and transmute it into self-love. (The highest essence of “love” is the Violet Flame that will dissolve, transmute, and transform hatred and fear into love).

Without loving self, you cannot truly love others. And without loving others, you cannot fully serve unconditionally. If the tiniest particle of self-hatred and/or resentment remains, there is always a condition about your love and your service to others.

If you believe that you are worthy to receive the love that you are love and capable of giving love, then your world will begin to reflect those qualities back to you within the interactions you have with those around you in your daily life. I get the oddest smiles from people I don’t know! And give them a big smile, back!

Love is all there is. Love is where it’s “at”. Learn to love self. Meanwhile, I’ll do my best and attempt the same. Shouldn’t give advice on something I haven’t tried on myself!”

There we are.  Let me know if these tidbits are helpful in the Comment section.  Meanwhile, enjoy the unfolding of spring in the northern latitudes and autumn in the south.

Namaste,

Sundeelia and Tazjma VaCoupe

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