Heaven’s Window is Through Your Heart – Sundeelia

Music:  Heaven’s Window – Peter Kater

Heaven’s Window is Through Your Heart – Sundeelia

This afternoon I slept for five hours.  I suppose I have one of my winter fevers.  And am in need of some peaceful music.  Despite being an observer here, I have found my own nerves on edge due to all the uncertainty your world is experiencing here now.

Be at peace, dear ones.  The love of Mother/Father God is eternal.  You are safe.  You are loved.  You can find great strength within any time you let go of trying to find a savior from outside of yourself.

No matter if you lose your physical vehicle during these times, you will live, again.  I know as I walk through my past lifetimes in the Sirian and Pleiadian star systems.  My lives have intersected time and time again with those whom I love.

As we suffer, we grow, until we overcome the suffering and learn to master our emotional body, to release burdens we no longer need to learn from and soar in frequency above the strife of the world.

We will all witness strange terrible and wonderful things in the months to come.  Discover the Peace that exists within when you reconnect to the Wholeness that has always existed.  Open the door that has ever been present and discover the altar of the Sacred Flame, your portal to Source Energy.  Each of you carries within your own Sacred Portal within which can give you immediate access to the energies that will soothe and heal whatever pain you are presently experiencing.

Do not compare your “progress” to that of another.  You do not know what choices they have made; you can know what choices you make.

Even if one whom you love is lost to the Darkness, know that in the passage of the spirals of time, they will come back to you, renewed once again.  Let them go to experience the lessons they have chosen.  You live on a planet that allows free will; so it happens that some will chose more difficult paths than others and who is to say which one is superior or “right”?

Each of you is a fractal or fragment of your Higher Self.  There is no one person who is the wholeness of their multidimensional Self, existent upon the Earth plane despite what is advertised.  True spirituality walks in the guise of humility, the power veiled until it needs to be put into use, and then discreetly hidden once again.  There is no need for complicated rituals unless they serve to quiet the Mind.  The Heart… within the Heart Center is always quiet and ready to engage if one can still the busy ego.

Find ways to calm the emotional body:  Put the phone down.  Listen to soothing music.  Exercise lightly.  Stretch the mind through puzzles and new knowledge about nature.  Go for a walk in a forest.  Play with a child or pet.  If the news is depressing or upsetting, turn it off and plunge into an activity that gives you joy, whether it is dancing, singing, playing an instrument, painting, and drawing, journaling… whatever makes your heart sing.  You can become your own therapist.  Just recognize that YOU have the power to heal yourself should you so choose.

Each of you with a Heart Flame is the return of the Christ energy, embodied this time within the human collective.  Celebrate the birth of Christ by celebrating what is growing within your hearts and minds; a realization that you are, indeed, more powerful than you can presently imagine.  You, as a collective, can heal each other and your world.  We did it, both in Sirius and the Pleiades.  Now it’s your time, beloveds.  Now it is YOUR time!

I AM Sundeelia Kumara VaCoupe, Violet Flame Angel

James Gilliland Message: Galactic Reunion and the Days to Come 

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Galactic Reunion and the Days to Come 

There has been a lot of communication with the Galactic Federation. The Pleiadians and Orion Council of Light are saying the end of tyranny is very near. The Shift is hitting the fan so gear up, the deep state is a wounded animal on the way out grasping at straws using all of its assets to fuel the lies that form the bedrock of their foundation. I had a dream last night which is subject to interpretation. There were two people in the dream. A male and female. They were both in military garb part of an elite group operating some very sophisticated vehicles. One was by air the other by land. There were two others male and female dressed in black. The ones dressed in black tried to hijack the mission and the vehicles. They were unsuccessful due to the wisdom and quick responses of the military.

The mission went on with a slight interruption. My interpretation of this dream is the dark hats or deep state and the global elite are trying one last attempt to stop the planetary liberation. They were unsuccessful and now it is full steam ahead. The dream is representative of what is happening as we speak on Earth. We have been under the dark hearts thumb what one would call the Draconian Grid for thousands of years. Kings, political, business and even religious institution have participated in an Archon Hiarcheal power structure of suppression and manufactured lack perpetuating war and disease. They are the war and disease profiteers. We are at a turning point where Universal Law, a consciousness and energy grid what some would call Unity Consciousness is replacing the old Draconian or Archon Grid.

This is an unstoppable event. The Archons are a collection of fallen Annunaki, negative Greys, Reptilians, Serpent Beings, fallen humans as well as what some would call demonic entities. Just as there is a dark force with levels there is also a light force. There is the source itself, the one consciousness that encompasses all consciousness on all planes and dimensions throughout the multiverse. God/Creator/Great Spirit. There are Ascended Masters, Angelic, Andromedan, Arcturian, Lyrian, Sirian, Orion Council of Light and Pleiadian beings who created the colonies of Atlantis and Lemuria or Mu on the light side. There are 13th-dimensional beings along with 11th, 9th,8th joining the party as of late. This is all part of the Awakening and Healing of Humanity and the Earth, Planetary Liberation. What you are seeing playing out on Earth is what some call the White Hats or Ground Crew versus those who have willingly or in ignorance have become puppets of the Archons. These influences are in degrees and percentages. There are shades of gray. No one is perfect nor has anyone lead a perfect life all that matters are your intentions and actions, NOW. Karma, Action/Reaction is accelerating. It is written in the days to come, “No rock shall be left unturned and all the inequities will be shouted from the rooftops.”

All the manipulating, hidden agendas in the past and in the now will naked for all to see. The Archons and the counterparts on Earth share one common theme. They can’t tell the truth. If you make a list of their lies and present it to them they will greet it with more lies. Avoid and deflect then attack is the modus-operandi. You cannot have a logical, truthful, intelligent conversation with those under the Archon influence.

Most will become very uncomfortable or fly into a rage when challenged. Spiritual counselors call it barking. Entities are barking through those under their influence. Some are going beyond barking into acts of meritless violence. Now I know I am losing some of you grounded in reality folks yet answer me this. How is it there is so much inhumanity? Could there be nonhuman influences? Could there possibly be unseen negative influences at war with Creation? The Creator within all Creation? Is it possible people have been manipulated, suppressed, falsely guided by kings, politicians, religions and the elite for so long they accept it, think it is normal?

Your history is replete with such stories. There never was a Holy War; there was one king or leader wanting what another had. Time to stop participating. The consequences are becoming monumental. All ill-gotten gain will be lost. Those who are not frequency specific or aligned with Universal Law by their own hand will suffer the consequences. It is a natural cycle, the Earth and everything on the Earth is graduating to the next level. Everything else will be phasing out.

There is an Earth just out of phase above and below this Earth. There are planets, solar systems, and galaxies just out of phase from the ones we can observe. You live in a multidimensional universe as multidimensional beings. We will give those who be-lie-ve they are just a body and a personality time to sit with that. Meanwhile, let’s get back to the days to come. Do you want to know the future? Most of it is common sense. Are you creating Heaven on Earth? To what degree?

Are you operating under Universal Law? Universal Peace, Brother/Sisterly Love, Individual Freedom and Prosperity for All. To what degree? The percentages determine your future. Are you a blessing to life? Are you in service to others? Those who are brutally honest with themselves and have the courage to evolve and change are the ones with the brightest future. On the same note, those who are self-serving, operating from a sense of entitlement and acting outside of Universal Law have a very bleak future.

Applying this makes one a prophet. Need more? Here is a hint, Less is More. Power is not in more, happiness is not in more, abundance is not in more. Out of the nothing comes everything, everything begins at one point. Becoming nothing becomes everything. Contemplate that in Nature. Might want to do a little Yi Gong along with it.

Be well,

James Gilliland

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Archangel Gabriel via Sundeelia: “The Key”

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Archangel Gabriel via Sundeelia:  The Key

Blue Dragon Journal

Greetings, I AM Gabriel, Archangel of the Fourth Ray of Purity, Ascension, and Resurrection; I AM a Messenger and One who has long walked the Path of Service to Others.

Recently, the one who is called Sundeelia in the Pleiades and is known as “Sunny” on your isle…recently this one has agreed to carry our energy from time to time so that we may observe and work through her.  It is edifying to see the state of your world through her eyes.

We understand that many among you have no idea where to start or how to continue on the Path.  We say to you, peace…

Find that quiet calm place within your own Being.  It is there.  Allow the doubt to subside… the “I can’t seem to contact my Higher Self” energy that wallows in victim-consciousness, self-pity, and self-hatred.

Those of you amongst these readers who are aware that you are starseeds, you DO have the necessary training to go into meditation, without the need of expensive training, ascension guides, seminars, books, or any other tools.  When you are in a constant frenzy of looking outside your own consciousness, you forget that it is the simple intention to open the door to what has been locked within your own heart so you might begin to reconnect to the expanded parts of yourself.

True spirituality is simple, direct, and powerful.

Imagination is the way you can travel to other worlds as my messenger has done.  Her gift is writing…one of her gifts, but one that is…how you say… portable.  She can take it everywhere she can carry a pen and paper, a laptop, or to simply sit in a quiet place and open up.

When you set the intention to open the door, then you must be prepared to face whatever comes through it.  As our messenger has seen in the past week or two, visions of other lifetimes, within other cultures are now coming forth.  That stream of consciousness has grown from a tiny stream to a great river and will continue through much of her remaining time spent here as a Pleiadian walk-in.

Fear is what blocks many from even reaching the door.  Fear of being judged as weak, fear of what will be discovered…as before the healing can begin you must be willing to look within those dusty corners where suppressed memories have been hidden.  It takes great courage to face the inner demons, but once you begin to allow the energies to move through you, a great change can occur within your being which will affect all aspects of your present and future.

By releasing the past… whatever happened, the motives, the hidden agendas, the doubts and fears, the trauma, the karmic weight… all will begin to move.   To move the energy request the assistance of the Violet Flame angels to first transmute the energies.  Whatever their former character (guilt, blame, shame, pride, projection, anger) we see this selfsame energy will begin to dissipate and dissolve, as the Violet Flame is the Universal solvent.  It can dissolve the toughest core of darkness if that person desires and allows the work to be done.  It is a choice.

We understand that for the male human, it is harder to admit to the fear and harder still to allow it to the surface, be felt, and then removed.  In the end, it is only stuck energy that has attached itself to a thought and becomes an impediment to the free movement of life force energy through your body, which, in turn, affects the circumstances of your life.

See the Violet Flame as a tool.  Any of the Rays are tools, powerful ones, but tools.  You are the source of power as you allow the strength and courage of your Higher Self to move through your earthly bodies and begin the healing that is required of everyone who walks upon this Earth.

The reason that the healing process can be accelerated here as opposed to being in the higher planes and dimensions is that here you are swimming in the midst of the heaviest energies that have ever manifested in Creation.  The energies which have plagued this isle for thousands of years comes from one source, what has been expressed as the Belial energy, from interlopers who entered this quadrant of Creation long ago.  They are still here on planet Earth.  They are being removed.

Each person is responsible for their own journey.  Many are not yet ready to move forward in their spiritual evolution.  We respect their choice; they will be moved into the place prepared within a quadrant that is being newly formed as an expansion of Source, which will allow for more rapid growth as there will be no interference allowed there.  Progress there will also be determined on the focus, will, and intention of each individual.

Your bodies are vehicles, vessels for the sacred energies of Spirit…when they are allowed to move through you.  You are not the worker or the work.  It is your intent and permission that allows the angelic beings, healing angels and masters to do the work through you.  If you do not resonate with the term “angels” see them as energy, an intelligent sentient energy that knows intuitively what must be done.

Give permission, and then allow “God” to assist you, and move aside your judgment.  The timing and length of the process will vary for each individual.  You will not be given more than you can handle.

As the energies rise in frequency on this planet, you will begin to feel an inner push within to release that which has, in many of those who suffered through or witnessed great traumatic events or occurrences, been stuffed down, tamped down and buried beneath layers of dust.

Visualize the dissolving of the barriers that many of you have placed around your heart chakras, your heart center.  These walls were erected during a time of need when it was imperative to defend your emotions, to tamp them down in order to survive, to endure, and to continue.

Now, it is time for those ancient energies to be dissolved, transmuted, transformed and returned to their original blueprint.  Healing the past will heal the future.  By working in the Now, you can facilitate the clearing of your timelines and ultimately the raising up of your frequency level.

Only those who have done a sufficient amount of internal work…and it is work, will be able to remain on this planet into the foreseeable future.

At present, there is a great deal of chaos due to the ancient energies of malice and ill intent within certain beings as it is being exposed to the population at large.  The realization that you have been the object and perhaps a victim of such hate can overwhelm some; however, it is YOUR choice as to whether or not you continue in victim consciousness.  You and only you can decide…can pull the trigger and give the permission and intent to allow the healing process to start or to continue.

Now is not the time to attempt to magic the dark away.  If you are not willing to face it now within this brief window of opportunity, you will have made the choice to continue on with your lessons in 3D and lower 4D.  All dimensions have within them twelve levels.  There are ONLY 12 dimensions within this particular quadrant but within each many variations and levels.  Those who have mastered at least 6D can move down to 4D when it is necessary to interact with Earth humans.

We understand and have observed the presence of many false teachers present now upon this isle.  It is your choice whether or not to seek them out for their assistance, but you are giving away your power.  Many of these…beings…are energy feeders; they seek out those who are of the light but who are unaware of the pitfalls and challenges that lie before any seeker of Truth.  Discernment and learning to listen within are most important now.  Always consult your inner guidance system, listen to how you feel, do not be taken in by those who claim great power and knowledge.  It is easy to say the words, but if the real soul evolution is not there, it will become apparent eventually…and for some of these followers, it will be too late.  Choices made within this window are ones that will determine your next great cycle of evolution.

Perhaps our words feel grim to some, but they are needful to be heard.  As incarnated human beings and starseeds, you ARE responsible for your choices.  And now you have the choice to be free or to lapse back into darkness for another cycle, at least 26,000 years for some…and more for others.

Evolution…called by some “ascension” is an automatic process in part, but it can be guided and accelerated by the personal choices that you make.  If you do not take part in the process it will be slowed down.  If you participate actively through intent, it will accelerate.  And you will be tested on your resolve to complete the process.  We remind you that evolution never stops.  Anyone who claims to have completed their evolution is a liar and fraud.  They would not be present on this isle if such were true, but serving alongside those of the Angelic, Archangelic, Cosmic, and Elohimic levels of service.  We are not here to serve ourselves; we are here out of a profound and deep abiding love for all the generations of man upon this isle.  We wish for you to succeed but we cannot do the work for you.

Face your fears…the unnamed demons that lurk within.  Place the key within the lock, give the Angels permission to work through you (you do NOT do the work), ask for healing, and it will be done.  Be prepared to feel the energies move out, perhaps through tears, so give yourself a private place to do this work.  Journal, move, spend time in nature, and allow that which must be cleared to percolate to the surface.  Some of you will see images, many will only feel, but each experience will unique to the individual.

When you seek healing, ask for the clearing of the “cause, core, record, and memory” of the deepest issues possible.  Seek out the essential core of what is hidden.  It may be a memory from an experience from this lifetime, but for most humans on this planet, it derives from experiences during the long galactic wars, and for some lives spent in other quadrants of Creation.  For the great wars here was the result of a spillage from another, higher frequency quadrant from which the ones who carry the Belial energy had also invaded.  They were driven out and found their way into this quadrant by chance.  As they refuse to return to the Light, they wish to destroy all who carry the light within…all lighted human beings who carry a spark of the Divine within.  Not all who walk among you are human or fully human.  Now is NOT the time to be without proper shielding or to open yourself to mass meditations where entities with ill-intent can implant your light body or draw upon your energy.  Shield and then join the meditation.  Oneness will be achieved eventually but most of you are not yet prepared to take that step.  You need to do your own work first so you can be fully balanced and useful to others.

Spiritual evolution is not about fads, phases, and buzzwords.  In order to move beyond the stage in which you find yourself takes dedication, a strength of will, courage, a resolve to succeed (not at the cost of others), to refrain from judgment (of self and others) and a willingness to participate fully in the process.  Others cannot do the work for you.  Angels can assist in moving through the old energies and doing the needed healing, but it for you to open your heart and mind and to allow, with humility, patience, and grace…the often sticky process to occur.

By their actions, you will know them.  By your actions, not your words, you are known.  If your words are not supported by your actions they are empty and meaningless.  Flowery phases will not move the stuck energies; the Violet Flame will.

All of you are powerful, but at this stage of your evolution, you are not gods or goddesses.  Each of you embodied here are fragments, fractals of gods and goddesses who sent you forth from the higher worlds in order to do the work that they could not do for themselves for they were needed at a different level, to attend to their work and purpose for being.  At this level, you must contend with the matters of the material world and bringing forth the spirit through your bodies, but until the old stuck energies are transmuted, the effect will be stifled.  As a result, you will feel frustrated, angry, resentful… and a wide range of other emotions… but mainly confusion.

The power, love, and intelligence of Source energy have a corresponding focus within your own Tri-fold Heart Flame.  Clear the brambles, the overgrown forest from around the castle walls, open the gates and allow Spirit to flow through like a cleansing river of Light until all sparkles until you feel fully prepared to commit to service.  Spiritual evolution and moving through this process is a service for as your frequency rises, so does the rest of the world around you.  This is service for the good of all, not to prop up a selfish, frightened, angry, greedy ego.

Be free by freeing yourself and allowing you to heal within.  Set the intent, give your permission, and allow the cage door to open.  You are the Key.

You are loved more than you know,

I AM Gabriel

Messenger:  Sundeelia Kumara VaCoupe, aka Eliza Ayres

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Line Cmdr. Sundeelia – Remembrance, Part 8: “Metamorphosis”

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Line Cmdr. Sundeelia – Remembrance, Part 8:  “Metamorphosis”

The fierce heart and determination of Lord Delos still exist within me, despite my now being in a female form.  I realize fully that there will be people who question this story, but I have had verification from my highly intuitive sister, RaNia and her Eagles, that what I have shared thus far is the truth.  As my dear sister states, it is “your highest and the self-loving reason you have come here.”

My purpose in coming here was to heal and in that healing process to gather up all the fragments of my soul essence that was left in other places, in other times, on the battlefield in deep space, on the funeral pyre with my beloved mates, in the laughter and tears of my children, in my beloved Sirius forever in my heart.  Together with these words, I bind together the pieces and fragments of that one who was sent forth by the Command of Source to fulfill and complete a balance in polarity.

As I tell these stories, the memories of those with whom I shared my lives with coming to the fro… my great and loving Father, Lord Chananda; my beautiful mates, Jalithya (first life) and Anya (second life); my honored comrades, especially Jon deAir Kavioush; my sister, Raynna (granddaughter); my son, Aman, and many others.

These people are (were) real.  Some have changed their identities as their souls have moved on; others still remain in Sirius to serve their people.  Each of us is unique in our attributes and what we can offer in the way of service to others.  As Lord Delos, I chose to dedicate my life to the service for the people as a warrior during a great time of need.  I served over 300 of our years, which is approximately 1,000 Earth years.  I say approximately as the measure of “time” varies from star system to star system.  When I devised my last strategy, it was more out of desperation and lack of time to prepare our people for what was about to descend on them, a full-out invasion force of the Belials with the intent to kill or conquer our people completely.  After so long, I knew the energy frequency and patterns of the enemy, how they thought, where they were stationed, what planets they had managed to conquer, and what planets they had managed to destroy, rape or pillage in their goal of ultimate conquest of this galaxy.  As Delos, I did not understand or comprehend the source of this bridled lust for conquest, but, thanks to my mentors and my people’s faith in me, I did my best to counteract the infection given our resources.  After so many years of attrition in the population, so many needless deaths, my people were exhausted and traumatized by the senseless onslaught.  So I pulled one last trick out of the basket and played it…

This morning I was wondering if I had knowingly committed suicide, but my dear sister gently admonished me and replied:

(You made) the ultimate selfless loving sacrifice to protect those you loved… Suicide is a term used to describe selfishness and cowardly escape. So NO! You acted as a warrior who used tactics to draw out the enemy and expand hope, freedom and the return to Peace and Divine Creation…

There will those who question my motives and state of mind, but I knew what I was doing.  I was not afraid of dying.  I had given up my soul to God, everything I owned and loved, for the protection of my people and world.  And the sacrifice was accepted and acknowledged.

Soon after I left Sirius and that world behind, my son Aman and my father, Lord Chananda, led the people of Sirust in a great meditation.  Through the power of their collective thought, they were able to create a unique forcefield that would forever protect the Sirian system from any further attempts at invasion.  For today, those who are not of Sirian blood can remain no longer than a few hours within this forcefield, which reverses on itself throughout the day.  In my present life as Sundeelia, I was honored to visit Sirius and meet some of my distant Sirian relatives, as well as my Father, Lord Chananda… who is an Ancient of Days like his brother, Lord Sanat Kumara of Venus.  I managed to stay a total of five hours but then was carefully escorted back to the ship which had taken me there.   Most people cannot stay more than two hours.  Low-frequency individuals cannot enter the forcefield of Sirius at all.  I do have a little Sirian blood, from both sides of the family, after all.

And now we return back to Delos…

Upon leaving my body behind after the battle, I was escorted in Light Body to Arcturus by a pair of Eagles, members of an elite force of Angels and Archangels who assist in protecting lightworkers and members of the Family of Light.

The Eagles are chosen for their strength, size, and qualities of character.  One of my Eagles seemed vaguely familiar to me.  He was a tall, brawny fellow with great twinkling dark blue eyes and golden blonde hair curling around his shoulders.  At the time, I wasn’t really in any shape to inquire further into his identity, but intuitively knew that I had known him before…somewhere else.  The other man was also very tall and broad-shouldered, but with darkly bronzed skin, black hair, and brilliant blue eyes lined with violet.  They both wore simple form-fitting silver uniforms that reminded me of the ones worn by the Pleiadians whom I had met earlier in my life while training with Lord Lyonell in the Command.  I’m not sure why I’m describing them now, except these two are still with me to this day and I have shared a few lives with them, as well.  I simply know them as EZ and Tomás.  They are my constant companions now while a portion of my consciousness resides here in what we (the Pleiadians) regard as the dangerous frequencies of 3D.

Our journey was done in Light body since my physical body was not in any shape to be moved; it had to be left behind for whoever would discover it lying sprawled below the control board console. (For skeptical readers, in the light body, you can assume any form you like.  I was still accustomed to the form I wore as Delos.)  As we traveled, I only had the impression of a great rush of air against my face, glimpses of stars and large worlds rushing past my dazzled eyes.  The Eagles kept a firm grip on my light body as I kept fainting from the pain of my wounds.  Yes, your light body can be damaged during physical trauma.  What do you think I’m doing here?  I AM here to clear up what I suffered.  As I have stated previously in other articles, it is easier to clear old pain, trauma, and karma on this plane than it is at Home.  In my case, it is simply here I’m not currently involved in a “job” so have the luxury of time and a safe space in which to do this intense personal clearing work.

Where are we going? Curious to the last breath… I had to ask the Angels (as I knew them) that my Father had sent me for my last journey.

There was a chuckle and a deep baritone voice tersely replied, “Arcturus!”

Why?

I got the impression of a highly amused consciousness that enveloped me in warmth… For healing, you fool!  Don’t you remember?

A stream of images cascaded through my consciousness, bits and pieces of my now former life, my training with Lord Lyonell, the loss of my brother and so many others, my wife and the birth of our long-awaited son, my involvement in the fleet until reaching the position of Head Commander, the endless years of fighting and witnessing the depredations of a deranged and dishonorable enemy … and the final crashing chord, my decision to act as bait in a desperate move against a strong and relentless enemy:

I didn’t want to die, but I knew that the enemy would not let go of the opportunity to capture me alive…so I used some of their agents to let them know when and where I was going to be alone.  They were too stupid and arrogant to wonder for what purpose the head commander of the Sirian fleet would be visiting a deserted outpost in disputed space, especially alone.  Such was their hate for me that enraged they brought what they thought to be an overwhelming force…for one man.  Yet, I was the commander of the forces that had thwarted so many of their attacks upon our worlds…since not long after the death of my brother, Tazo.  I had trained my men thoroughly so any one of them could replace any officer, including me, should the need arise.  Jon deAir was the most senior of my officers, well-respected, and the most brilliant of any of my students so I selected him to take command if I did not return… After so many years and surviving one battle after another, our force was very tight and bonded; my word was not questioned or my plans, but all was perfectly executed to accomplish a stunning defeat of the surprised enemy forces.  I was not wrong about Jon and my men; they did what needed to be done and so did I.

“Ah, a warrior…” replied the deep baritone voice with just a touch of irony.  “It is time to let that go and sleep…”

A great hand rested on my fevered brow radiating heat; I found myself drifting off, surrounded by light, warmth…safety…and knew no more…

Later…much later I swam out of a hazy light-filled sense of being not quite here or there, floating on a sea of consciousness.  Or should I say unconsciousness, for I could not remember – anything?

Where am I?

An intense light surrounded him and he could feel strong arms grasping his body.

You’re dead; don’t you remember?  The deep voice had a hint of laughter in it.

Ah… Actually, all he remembered was floating high above his prone body that was sprawled out on the deck, within the same ship where his brother met his fate so long ago.  Like his brother, he had been hit by one of the enemy ships before his fleet could reach the scout ship.  He knew his plan was risky, but it was a chance he had to take…for the sake of my people.  And I rather have died than be taken alive…

The ironic voice cut through his thoughts once more: It was a foolish thing to do…What should I call you?

Delos!  He replied with a snap.

Laughter greeted him.  Not anymore.  Delos is dead.  Delos is no more…

Do you remember?

Remember what? He snapped again.

And then he saw a vision… When Jon and the crew came aboard to fetch my body they found it laying on the deck.  The brittle glass of the viewing window had been broken by a direct shot; he could see a gaping wound in his chest where it was hurting right now in the worst way.

Ah, now you see Truth.

I must have been hit by a laze gun…

Yes.  A direct blow, but your enemies will not be celebrating.  They lost a third of their complete fleet in that battle.

A third?  He was startled, amazed, delighted.  That will slow them down; cut them down to size…!

Like they did you, Commander?

Delos could sense the irony and amusement in the deep voice.  He repeated his first question.  Where am I?

“Arcturus,” replied another higher voice.  Delos could sense a tiny bit of irritation in the second person, a different presence, and female.  He felt a small gentle hand rest on his brow.  “You are awake now?”

He wasn’t sure.  He felt dizzy, weak… and small.  His hands ranged over his body and then he went rigid in shock.   “What is this?”

“For now, Delos; we had to place your Light Body into an avatar to stabilize it.  Your light body sustained great damage.  It will take time to heal.   It’s time to open your eyes, now, Delos…”

When Delos opened his eyes, he found himself in a small plain room.  It was simply furnished, a small bed, a chest for clothes, a washstand with a bowl, a small mirror… and a blue vase sitting in the casement of an open window.  Through the window, there came a light breeze and with the breeze the scent of sweet flowers.  He sniffed the fragrance with pleasure… he had forgotten about the simple pleasures in life with his preoccupation with fighting the enemy.

“Ah…you are now beginning to heal.”  A small dark-haired woman was standing next to the bed as there weren’t any chairs in the room to be seen.

“Who are you?” he asked… and then remembered his manners, “I am Delos, of Sirius.”

“No longer Delos…or of Sirius”, replied the brown-haired woman.  “You are my patient and you will be with us for some time.”

“Yes, ma’am,” he replied, chastened, watching as the woman stepped away and returned carrying a glass of some pale rose-colored liquid.  She handed him the glass and then proceeded to prop up his pillows so he could sit up and take a drink.

No woman had ever treated him like this since he was a toddler in his father’s house.  Ah, Father…tears started…

“Drink up…and get some rest.” The woman watched him as he drained the glass and handed it back to her.  “I am called Suriya.  I am a healer.”

She bowed to him, turned and walked out of the room without closing the door.  Delos felt the presence of someone outside his door; a guard?  Apparently, he was being watched intently.  He lay back down on the pillows and tried to relax.  This body felt wrong, different; it would take a while to adjust to it.  He lifted up a hand to examine it.  The fingers were small but well-shaped and the wrist finely boned, the skin a light bronze…very strange, indeed.  Still, if he had to remain here for a while, so be it.  He didn’t have the strength to protest anyway.

During the days, months, and years that followed, Delos continued to heal.  After the first month, when he was deemed well enough, he was taken to the light chambers and laid within one of the apparatuses there which were designed to work on the light body as well as the physical body.  He mostly slept and dreamed while in the healing bed.  He shared these dreams mainly with people from his previous lives, familiar faces, old haunts, dark visions of silver ships falling through an endless space spattered with distant stars.  In time the images began to change, to morph, to include new faces and places.

He dreamt: He was sitting in a garden, much like his Father’s, with high walls covered with flowering vines.  On one side there was a covered walkway with arches and a brick surface.  The walls were filled with odd and colorful paintings and sculpture.  A couple of water features…fountains gurgled delicate sprays of water into the air cooling the atmosphere of the garden.  The air was warm, but it was drier than Sirius…

He was sitting on a bench.  He looked down towards his feet and felt a shock run through his body.  He was a woman, a small woman… arrayed in a long delicate multi-layered dress that spread out to either side, covering the entire stone bench.  His..her arms were brown like a lower caste Sirian woman, but he saw the delicate gold embroidery woven in a tiny pattern of flowers and leaves through the fabric of the dress and felt tiny pearls on the bodice as she reached up in a self-conscious gesture and knew she was a woman of some worth.

Where am I?  And who am I?

Remember…

Then a tall, muscular man strode through a nearby doorway she hadn’t noticed before and stood before her.  She looked up in some puzzlement and studied the man’s bronzed face, his bright blue eyes lined with dark violet, the ridiculously long lashes, squared chin and high rugged cheekbones, the straight long nose…and those beautiful broad shoulders.  The man was wearing a long sleeveless tunic that fell to his knees, belted with a woven metallic belt, into which a small holstered knife was pushed.  His legs were bare and he was wearing leather sandals.  His strong square jaw was cleanly shaven. His hair was long but plaited into a single braid, but wiry curls hung around his temples and near his ears.  He had a couple of beaded earrings in his ears and a strangely intricate beaded necklace around his thick neck. Woven leather and beaded bracelets were on each thick wrist. He was tall, very tall and now standing above her in a most disagreeable fashion.

Remember…

Remember what, she asked impatiently craning her neck up to see his face.  You’re towering over me like a tree.  Sit down!

She pushed aside her flowing skirt to make room for him to sit and then paused, glancing up at the towering figure before her.  Hmm… you’re too big.  Go over there!  She pointed to another nearby bench.  She was almost…almost sorry the bench was too small.  Confusion made her cheeks flush pink.  The man smiled impishly, apparently enjoying being the source of her discomfort.  His wide smile gleamed with straight white teeth.  Then he sat back quietly and waited.

For a moment she stared at his face.  She thought, he looks somehow familiar to me, like I know him from somewhere else…

Remember… the scene faded and then changed:

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 not be its mother, yet you will engender him.  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. 

With a graceful nod of her head, she acknowledged the message from Source.  Tucking the rose into her bosom, she slowly swayed towards the side door to enter the Temple.  She heard the bells calling Her priestesses to prayer.  And she was gone vanished into the golden light…

When he awoke again, all he could see was golden light.  A radiant figure stood at the side of his bed.  He could not see its face but could sense it was male.  There was a familiarity to its essence… The singular figure was joined by another, this time feminine…of that he was sure.  What?

It is time for you to be reborn, dear one.  You will be a male, again, but not Sirian.  Where is it you would like to be born?  Sirius is closed to you.  You have completed your mission and purpose there and must move on…

He thought for a moment and remembered the time when he was with the Pleiadians.  It would be very different than the ancient culture of Sirius; some of the inhabitants of the Pleiadian isles were still rather fierce and wild.  The more civilized Pleiadians called these people, “tribals”, for they preferred to keep their ancient ways of living as nomads.  Still, the rugged simplicity of their lives appealed to some inner need…He nodded his head… Tribal Pleiadian…

So be it.

Before he lost consciousness once more, a deep voice echoed through his head: Remember…

Thus comes to an end to a strange interlude wherein the soul essence of Delos was reblended with his light body, a form of soul retrieval as the parts of his fragmented soul was gathered up and brought back to his light body so he might go forth into his next life whole and healthy…

Who was the tall blonde male stranger?  Perhaps we will find out in the further pages of this story.

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 7: “Confrontation”

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

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

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

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

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

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

Yes!

Where will you be, sir?

Commander deAir, I will be the bait!

Sir!

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

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

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

Jon?

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

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

Good.  Now I must get ready!

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

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

Jon was appalled, once again.  That old wreck?

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

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

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

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

And I, you, sir!

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Uncloak and attack, all ships!  Uncloak and attack!

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

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

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

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

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

Any life signs?

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

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

It was a victory, a great victory, sir!

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Why did he do it, my lord?

The answer surprised Jon.  To give us time…

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

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

Planning…?

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

No…I wanted to speak to you first.

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

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

Commander deAir.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Peace to all,

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

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

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

Pleiades

Artist Unknown.

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

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

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

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

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

“Yes, Aman…your father.”

“What happened?”

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

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

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

“What does this mean?”

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

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

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

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

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

“Where is he…?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Peace to all,

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

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

Lord Krishna

A depiction of Lord Krishna from Indian art.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Peace to all,

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

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Line Cmdr. Sundeelia: Remembrance – Part 3: “Tazo”

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Line Cmdr. Sundeelia:  Remembrance – Part 3:  “Tazo”

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 no longer have 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 to 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 him and his people considered the feline species as humanoid and hence by definition “humans”.  They were very tall, walked upright and were 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 homeworld.  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 depending 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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