Solstice Eclipse Stargate 2020 with Laura Eisenhower, Jen McCarty and Magenta Pixie
Laura, Jen and Magenta discuss the energies of the upcoming June Solstice and the Solar Eclipse (this Stargate holds high energy spikes on the 20th, 21st and 22nd of June). They respond to questions regarding this significant and pivotal time, looking at the metaphysical, spiritual and astrological perspectives and the importance of the shadow aspect over these three days. Discussing how we can join with the starseed, lightworker, truthseeker collective and together provide the antidote to the dark agenda and receive these codes and initiations at this time. Recorded June 19th 2020.
Sundeelia: Observations from a Pleiadian Perspective via Eliza Ayres – 22 avril 2020
Traduction française Thierry Calleau
I AM Sundeelia. Greetings, beloved people of Terra. It has been a while since I have shared my thoughts with you. Given the recent state of affairs on this planet, I will admit to being in a state of observing the great awakening which is beginning to manifest within the common people. This is a long-overdue occurrence so we, the Pleiadians, are thankful to finally see the hearts and minds of many brave souls venturing outside “the box” of the Matrix.
Je suis Sundeelia. Salutations bien aimés habitants de Terra. Cela fait bien longtemps que je n’ai partagé mes pensées avec vous. Face aux développements récents des affaires terriennes, je dois avouer que je suis en pleine observation du réveil massif qui est en train de se manifester au sein de la population ordinaire. Ceci est une occurence trop longtemps attendue, et nous Pléiadiens sommes reconnaissants de voir enfin les coeurs et les esprits de nombreuses âmes courageuses s’aventurer hors de la “Matrice”.
Some of you, especially my newer readers, will wonder at my words and perhaps sense a certain impatience that it has taken so long for this movement to catch “fire” as it were planet-wide. Your former owners have sought long and hard to prevent this awakening from happening. It is gratifying that their most recent endeavor to send the weak of heart and mind scurrying into cover is beginning to fail. Smoke and mirrors, my dear cousins, smoke and mirrors.
Certains d’entre vous, spécialement mes nouveaux lecteurs, vont questionner mes propos, et peut être ressentir une certaine impatience, car il aura fallu bien du temps pour que ce mouvement commence à “prendre” tout autour du globe. Vos anciens possédants ont oeuvré durement et longuement pour empêcher votre éveil. Il est réjouissant de voir que leur plus récente contribution occulte à l’appauvrissement de vos coeurs et esprits est en train d’échouer. Distraction et illusion, mes chers cousins, distraction et illusion.
The planetary Cabal is a tiny group of inbred aliens who have been present upon your planet since the days of the destruction of Maldek. Also known as Tiamat, this gigantic Earth-like planet was dominated by a highly technologically advanced race of giants who were not originally of the seed planted on Earth. These greedy arrogant extraterrestrials succeeded in blowing up Tiamat. Some few of them succeeded in fleeing their damaged world, crash-landing in the region known now as Antarctica. Others passed out of incarnation and came to this sentient planet which had graciously extended a welcome to the survivors to reincarnate here. Later on, other extraterrestrials also appeared, long after the first fall of Atlantis, the legendary but quite real island continent that extended across the Atlantic Ocean into the islands of the Caribbean Sea, and even onto portions of the North American continent. The history is complex and cannot be confined to a mere article. Let it suffice to know extraterrestrials have come and gone from this beautiful gem of a planet for millions of years.
la Cabale planétaire est un minuscule groupe d’Aliens consanguins présents sur votre Terre depuis l’époque de la destruction de Maldek. Connue aussi sous le nom de Tiamat, cette gigantesque planète ressemblant à votre Terre était dominée par une race de géants technologiquement avancée qui n’avaient aucun lien avec l’espèce humaine terrestre. Ces extraterrestres arrogants et cupides réussirent à anéantir Tiamat. Un petit nombre parvint à quitter leur monde agonisant et à se crasher avec leurs vaisseaux dans la région actuelle de l’Antarctique. D’autres purent quitter leur incarnation et furent autorisés par la conscience planétaire de Terra à se réincarner sur votre planète, avec les survivants. Bien plus tard, d’autres races extraterrestres arrivèrent, bien après la chute de l’Atlantide, ce continent-île légendaire mais bien réel qui s’étendait dans l’Atlantique jusqu’aux Caraïbes et au continent nord-américain. Mais cette histoire est trop complexe pour s’inscrire dans cet article. Il suffit de savoir que des extraterrestres font des va-et-vient sur votre magnifique planète depuis des millions d’années.
Why are the Pleiadians, Ashtarians, and Sirians so interested in the fate of this world? I’m glad you asked. You see, our ancestors (even some of our earlier incarnations!) were some of your progenitors, your fathers and mothers, seeding this planet with their bloodlines, from the Children of Light. The ones who are considered members of the Cabal are mainly the remnant of our long-ago enemies that we drove from the Sirian Star system and the Pleiadian Federation during what has been termed as the ancient “Star Wars”. These “wars” were quite true and not a figment of the over-heated imagination of a film writer. We drove these invaders from our territory and into this solar system. As a result of their flight, they descended in frequency and have been trapped on this planet until recently when the available technology (hidden from the masses) has been upgraded through the military-industrial complex and its numerous black projects.
Pourquoi nous, Pléiadiens, Ashtariens et Siriens sommes nous si intéressés par le sort de votre monde ? Je vous remercie de poser cette question. Voyez-vous, nos ancêtres (qui sont parfois certaines de nos incarnations précédentes!) furent vos créateurs, vos pères et mères, ensemençant cette planète de leurs lignées, celle des Enfants de Lumière. Les membres actuels de la Cabale sont principalement les descendants de nos ennemis de longue date que nous avons expulsés des systèmes de Sirius et de la Fédération des Pléiades lors de ce que nous avons appelé les anciennes “Guerres des Etoiles”. Ces “Guerres” furent bien réelles et non juste l’invention d’un réalisateur de cinéma imaginatif. Nous avons reconduit ces envahisseurs hors de nos territoires vers votre système solaire. Au cours de cet exil leur fréquence vibratoire fut diminuée et ils se sont retrouvés totalement prisonniers de la Terre, jusqu’à ce que récemment de nouvelles technologies (encore inconnues des masses) soient mises au point par le complexe militaro-industriel dans le cadre de ses nombreux projets obscurs.
Why does the Cabal wish to hang onto this particular world over the many millions of others available in this Galaxy alone? Terra is the Garden of this Quadrant of Creation. Nowhere else will you find a world that is so rich in bio-diversity, natural resources, gold, and water. The Cabal have envisioned keeping this world as a playground so they might enjoy its beauty for even their darkened hearts can see that this world is special. It has been their intention of several hundreds of years to depopulate the planet of its indigenous populations in order to bring into fruition their long-held dream.
Pourquoi donc la Cabale tient-elle si particulièrement à votre monde, plutôt qu’aux millions d’autres planètes viables dans votre galaxie ? Parce que Terra est LE Jardin de ce Quadrant de la Création. Nulle part ailleurs vous ne trouverez un monde aussi riche en bio-diversité, ressources naturelles, or et eau. La Cabale a décidé de faire de ce monde son terrain de jeu favori et exclusif, afin de jouir pleinement de sa beauté, car même dans la noirceur de leurs coeurs ils en saisissent la singularité. Depuis des centaines d’années leur intention est de réduire considérablement la population terrestre pour finaliser leur rêve initial.
Besides the bio-diversity of the planet itself, there is the presence of humans here. The human genome is unique, its potential unlimited, god-like potential encased within fragile physical form. The Cabal and its mind-programmed minions crave the Light held within the very cells of the human body, but most especially those found in the blood of children. They feed on humanity. The tales of vampires are true. The present royal family of Great Britain and the Commonwealth are direct descendants from Vlad the Impaler and proud of it, I might add. Only now have brave souls had the courage to dig into hidden archives and old books to discover the truth of the long-suppressed existence of a world-wide pedophilia ring that preys mostly on children. Have you ever wondered what happened to all those lost children who just “disappear” everyday? Thousands, hundreds of thousands disappear from the United States alone every year, many of those children born of undocumented aliens (“illegal migrants”) who will never be missed by the authorities.
Et par delà la bio-diversité même de la planète, il y a la présence humaine. Le génome humain est unique, son potentiel illimité, quasi-divin, enfermé dans une enveloppe physique fragile. La Cabale et ses sbires au mental dévoyé convoitent la Lumière contenue dans chaque cellule des humains, et plus spécialement Celle contenue dans le sang de jeunes enfants. Ils se nourrissent littéralement des humains. Les histoires de vampires sont vraies. La famille royale d’Angleterre descend directement de Vlad l’empaleur, et elle en est fière, je me dois d’ajouter. C’est seulement très récemment que des âmes courageuses ont osé aller fouiller dans des archives secrètes et d’anciens ouvrages pour découvrir la vérité sur l’existence longtemps dissimulée d’un réseau pédophile mondial s’attaquant aux jeunes enfants. Vous êtes vous posé la question de savoir ce qui arrive à tous les enfants qui disparaissent chaque jour ? des milliers, voire centaines de milliers d’enfants disparaissent rien qu’aux USA chaque année, et nombreux sont nés de sans papiers étrangers (“migrants illégaux”) et ne seront jamais recherchés par les autorités.
Yet another reason for the Cabal to greedily wish to cling to this world and solar system is its unique location near a huge portal (like a wormhole) that allows for travel from one galaxy to another. You could think of Earth as a wealthy city positioned along the ancient Silk Road, whose leaders charged taxes to the various merchants and adventurers passing through. Placed into a galactic perspective, this world is literally a gold mine.
Et enfin, une autre raison pour laquelle la Cabale revendique cette planète et son système solaire, est liée à son emplacement unique à proximité d’un immense portail (un “trou de ver” en astrophysique) permettant le voyage très rapide d’une galaxie à l’autre. On peut donc voir la Terre comme une cité prospère le long de l’ancienne Route de la Soie, et dont les autorités locales taxaient lourdement les voyageurs et marchandises en transit. D’un point de vue galactique ce monde est littéralement une mine d’or.
It is, indeed, time to wake up, dear Cousins. The time for sleeping in your cozy nests within the Matrix is over as the Cabal has become alarmed by the current activities of courageous leaders like Trump, Putin, Johnson, and Xi. As a consequence, their carefully scripted plans have been advanced prematurely before quite ready.
Chers cousins, il est en effet temps de vous réveiller. Le temps du sommeil dans vos nids matriciels confortables est révolu car la Cabale a eu vent des activités de dirigeants courageux tels que Trump, Putin, Johnson et Xi. En conséquence leurs plans scrupuleusement établis ont dû être précipités prématurément avant d’être vraiment au point.
Perhaps some of you have read about the underground bunkers and cities that have been actively prepared since WWII. Did you know that the earth beneath your feet is honeycombed with tunnels, cities, bunkers, all existing with the knowledge of only a few who have been involved in their construction and those who would be traveling to these safe areas while the surface population was destroyed by various methods including atomic war, EMP, drought, major earth changes, potent viral outbreaks and the like until the population was deemed to have shrunk to the desired level by the heartless Cabal. Don’t be so naïve to believe that these beings are “human” and have a heart inside their bodies. Whether shape-shifters or simply embodied demons using human forms as disguise, these creatures care nothing for you. There isn’t an ounce of sympathy or human compassion within them. They will use, abuse, and destroy you as thoughtlessly as killing an irritating insect, yet, they too must work within cosmic law.
Certains d’entre vous ont peut être entendu parler de ces villes ou bunkers souterrains activement préparés depuis la deuxième guerre mondiale. Savez vous que votre Terre est partiellement creuse et fourmille de tunnels, villes, forteresses dont l’existence n’est connue que d’un tout petit nombre d’initiés, ceux qui ont été impliqués dans leur construction et par ceux qui auraient la chance de voyager en sécurité dans leurs infrastructures pendant que la population de surface serait anéantie par diverses méthodes incluant guerre atomique, ondes électromagnétiques, sècheresse, changements climatiques majeurs, pandémies virales etc, jusqu’à ce que la population soit réduite au niveau désiré par cette Cabale inhumaine. Ne soyez pas naïfs en pensant que ces êtres sont “humains” et ont un coeur qui bat. Qu’ils utilisent des apparences changeantes ou soient juste des démons sous forme humaine, ces créatures n’ont aucune empathie pour vous, ni aucune compassion en eux. Ils utiliseront, abuseront, détruiront vos semblables sans frémir, comme on écrase un insecte nuisible, et cependant eux aussi sont soumis à la Loi Cosmique.
So, how does that work… the Cabal uses the vehicle of mass media to “inform” the population of their intentions, often years in advance through the method of “predictive programming”. According to their peculiar belief system, if they do this, they do not carry forth the resulting karma of their actions whatever form that takes. After all, you were informed and did not baulk or protest; therefore, in their eyes, you have given consent and they have every right to do whatever they wish to anyone of you.
Alors comment cela fonctionne t’il … La Cabale utilise les média de masse pour “informer” la population de leurs intentions, parfois des années à l’avance, par la méthode de la “programmation prédictive”. Selon leur système de croyance, s’ils font ceci, ils n’auront pas à supporter la charge karmique en retour de leurs actions, quelles qu’elles soient. Après tout, vous avez été informés de ce qui se tramait, et n’avez ni protesté ni réagi; ainsi, à leurs yeux, vous avez donné votre consentement et ils ont donc tout pouvoir sur vous.
Take a break if you feel overwhelmed by this knowledge. Your race, all of humanity, has long been subjugated by a heartless alien race. Your ancient beliefs given to you by your ancient fathers and mothers and holy teachers have all been perverted and used against you to further control, dominate, and on occasion, destroy you. Why do you think wars, diseases, and blood-letting rituals were invented? For your amusement? No, for theirs, for these beings lack the necessary light to keep their bodies alive. They crave the protein found in young uncorrupted blood and so literally feed off of your children, rape and abuse your young women and males, and slaughter thousands of innocents in the name of whatever flavor is in style, whether a pogrom, a religious war, a wholesale elimination of all those who are different… Can’t you see, dear ones, that divided you will fall, so you must endeavor to move through your fears and unite with each other, no matter your political persuasion, race, religion, economic status?
Prenez le temps de respirer un peu si ces informations vous perturbent. Votre race, toute l’humanité, a depuis longtemps été subjuguée par une race Alien insensible. Vos anciens systèmes de croyances apportés par vos pères, mères et instructeurs spirituels ont tous été pervertis et utilisés contre vous pour plus de contrôle, domination, et opportunité de vous détruire. Pourquoi croyez vous que toutes ces guerres, maladies et rituels du sang versé aient été inventés ? Pour votre amusement ? Non, pour le leur, car ces êtres n’ont pas assez de lumière en eux pour maintenir leurs corps en vie. Ils survivent grace aux protéines prélevées dans le sang pur de la jeunesse, et littéralement se nourrissent de vos enfants, des viols et abus de vos jeunes femmes et hommes, et du massacre permanent de milliers d’innocents au nom du principe dominant du moment, pogrom, guerre de religion, épuration ethnique de tout ceux qui sont différents … Ne voyez vous pas, chers amis, que si vous êtes divisés vous perdrez, et que donc vous devez dépasser vos peurs et vous unir les uns aux autres, par delà vos convictions politiques, religieuses, couleur de peau, ou position sociale et économique?
The Cabal is intent in preventing the pending ascension of humanity… the “why” they are currently putting so much effort into distracting you, driving you like sheeple with the fear of dying from a “virus”, or whatever else they put into your mind through the drivel and propaganda presented as “truth” in mass media. You have all been programmed to believe what your leaders tell you, whether they be a priest, minister, teacher, physician, police officer, politician or other “authority” figure. Many times, most of the time, these individuals do not have your best interest at heart (if they have a heart). However, that is changing as the common people wake up to what has REALLY been going on in this world behind the proverbial curtain of the Matrix… what little you have been allowed to see.
l’intention de la Cabale est d’empêcher l’ascension de l’humanité … C’est “pourquoi” ils mettent tant d’effort à vous dis-traire, à vous mener comme un troupeau guidé par la peur de mourir d’un “virus”, ou de tout ce qu’ils veulent bien vous mettre en tête à travers les diverses manipulations et propagandes présentées comme “vérité” dans les médias officiels. Vous avez été programmés pour croire ce que disent vos dirigeants, qu’ils soient prêtres, ministres, professeurs, physiciens, officiers de police, politiciens, ou toute autre “autorité” reconnue. Souvent, voire tout le temps, ces individus ne se préoccupent pas en leur coeur de votre intérêt (si tant est qu’ils aient un coeur). Cependant ceci est en train de changer car la population s’éveille à ce qui se passe REELLEMENT dans ce monde, derrière le proverbial rideau de la Matrice … Si peu de choses vous ont été permises de voir …
Thanks to the Internet, the World Wide Web, originally set up by the military and intended to be used as a control mechanism, this plan of the Cabal has backfired in a truly devastating fashion. For now, anyone who can read and comprehend can access long-hidden secrets, greedily kept from the general public. Whole university libraries can now be accessed online by anyone willing to put in the necessary hours to do research, to dig and dive through books written decades ago, through fiction, movie scripts, and the like that have used predicative programming, through the willful misinterpretation of religious and sacred texts in order to present world-wide war as desirable, to disempower religious people who continually seek for the savior who is always to come.
Merci à internet, la toile mondiale, originalement créé pour les militaires et voué à devenir un mécanisme de contrôle, ce plan de la Cabale s’est retourné contre elle de façon spectaculaire. Car maintenant, quiconque pouvant lire et comprendre peut accéder aux secrets jalousement et longtemps cachés au grand public. Les bibliothèques universitaires en ligne sont accessibles à tous ceux qui veulent bien consacrer les heures nécessaires à chercher, comparer, recouper les informations éparpillées dans d’anciens livres, qu’ils soient des fictions, scénarios de films, et tous ces matériaux utilisés pour la programmation prédictive, par le détournement de sens des textes religieux sacrés, afin de présenter au monde entier la guerre comme désirable, et enlever le pouvoir aux êtres spirituels en attente permanent d’un sauveur qui n’arrive pas.
Ah, how have the ancient texts been misinterpreted… well, for one thing, no incarnated Savior is coming, today, tomorrow, next year. When Lord Sananda, Son of Sanat Kumara sent a fragment of His consciousness into the body of a babe long ago, it was for the intention of anchoring the Christ Light once again upon this benighted planet. Hundreds of thousands of years ago, the frequency of this planet was sixth dimensional. After much time, the frequency of the planet began to descend gradually, especially after the advent of the survivors from Tiamat and other alien incursions. However, before you blame these invaders, look to your own hearts. All of you, dark and light, are the Children of the Most High Immanent Source of Creation, that which is beyond Light and Dark. We have all descended in frequency, some more than others.
Ah, comme ces anciens textes ont pu être mal interprétés … Et bien, d’une part, aucun Sauveur incarné ne viendra, aujourd’hui, demain, l’année prochaine. Quand le Seigneur Sananda, Fils de Sanat Kumara, a envoyé une parcelle de Sa conscience dans le corps d’un bébé, il y a bien longtemps, son intention était d’ancrer la Lumière Christique à nouveau sur cette planète bénie. Des centaines de milliers d’années auparavant, la fréquence de cette planète était de 6ème dimension. Au fil du temps sa vibration est graduellement descendue, spécialement après l’arrivée des survivants de Tiamat et d’autres invasions aliens. Cependant, et avant d’accuser ces envahisseurs, regardez au plus profond de vous. Vous tous, êtres obscurs ou lumineux, êtes les Enfants de la plus Haute Source Immanente de la Création, qui vibre bien au delà de la Lumière et de l’Obscurité. Nous avons tous chuté en fréquence, certains plus que d’autres.
So, now where does that put you? There is no Savior outside of yourself to save you from yourself and your own miscreations. However, look to that self-same heart, your Heart Center that all humans (no matter their form) have within, no matter how darkened their heart. If you discover the heart flame that keeps your material body alive, you will discover the connection to the inner You, the savior that exists within. Whatever your religion, this great formless consciousness is Christ consciousness, something that was embodied within the One called the Christ, the anointed one, the “only” Son of God.
Alors, où cela nous mène t’il ? Il n’y a pas de Sauveur à l’extérieur pour nous sauver de nous mêmes et de nos nos mauvaises créations. Cependant, regardez en vous, dans ce Centre du Coeur que tous les humains (peu importe leur apparence) possèdent, et quelle que soit la noirceur de ce coeur. Si vous percevez la flamme du coeur qui maintient vos structures en vie, vous découvrirez la connexion avec votre Soi intérieur, le sauveur qui demeure en vous. Quelle que soit votre religion, cette conscience informelle est La Conscience Christique, celle là même qui a pris corps avec Celui qu’on a nommé Christ, l’oint, “l’unique” Fils de Dieu.
My lips curl up into a smile that intelligent people would, could possibly think there is only one son of God, one Prophet, or one Buddha (Maitreya) just waiting to appear on the scene when needed. You all are potential Christs, Buddhas, and Prophets… however, it is quite some “time” before you will arrive at that stage in your evolutionary process. Still, humanity as a collective is due to undergo a huge advancement in your evolutionary process, something the Cabal is not eager to have occur as it would potentially move a great many of you beyond their reach. You see the only way to overcome the Enemy without and the enemy (fear) within is to become your own savior and rise up in FREQUENCY.
Je souris à l’avance de ce que des gens intelligents vont penser, qu’il n’y a qu’un fils de Dieu, qu’un Prophète, qu’un Bouddha (Maitreya) attendant juste de réapparaître sur la scène, au moment désiré. Vous êtes potentiellement des Christs, Bouddhas ou Prophètes … Cependant cela prendra un certain “temps” avant que de parvenir à ce stade de votre évolution. Toutefois, l’humanité dans son ensemble passe actuellement par un grand avancement dans son évolution, processus que la Cabale n’avait pas vu venir, car ceci va potentiellement mettre nombre d’entre vous hors de portée de ses plans. Voyez-vous, la seule façon de vaincre l’Ennemi extérieur et l’ennemi intérieur (la peur) est de devenir votre propre sauveur et de monter votre FREQUENCE vibratoire.
Seek to align yourself with the Will of God under the Auspices of Lord Michael, first among the Archangels. He guides, shelters and protects those who call upon His Name. He will, however, allow you to be tested and will not protect you from your follies if you wish to be foolish.
Recherchez l’alignement avec la Volonté Divine sous les Auspices du Seigneur Michaël (Saint Michel), premier des Archanges. Il guide, abrite et protège ceux qui invoquent Son Nom. Cependant, ils vous laissera passer vos propres tests et ne vous protègera pas de vos propres follies, si vous désirez vous comporter follement.
All of us who live in the higher frequency worlds value free will. We honor your choices whether you are willing to honor those choices made and take responsibility for them or, instead cry out “save me!” or “I am a victim of —!” When you finally realize and accept the responsibility for forwarding your own evolutionary process, by opening up your heart and awakening (a process!) to the connection with the higher worlds, the Etheric Realms in which we exist, we can then lawfully give assistance. It is your choice and yours alone. Those who will ascend the Ladder of evolution must put in the work through their own focus and intent. There is no free ride and no complacency allowed. This is serious, joyful business!
Nous tous qui vibrons dans les fréquences élevées saluons le libre arbitre. Nous honorons vos choix, qu’ils consistent pour vous à en prendre la responsabilité, ou bien à hurler “sauvez-moi”, ou bien “je suis victime de …”. Quand au final vous réalisez et acceptez la responsabilité d’avancer dans votre processus évolutif en ouvrant votre coeur et en vous éveillant (tout un parcours!) à la connexion avec les mondes supérieurs, les Plans Ethériques dans lesquels nous avons l’existence, nous pouvons alors légitimement vous porter assistance. C’est votre choix et seulement le votre. Ceux qui gravissent l’Echelle de l’évolution doivent oeuvrer par leur focalisation et leur intention. Il n’y a pas de tour gratuit ni de complaisance autorisée. C’est un travail à la fois sérieux et joyeux!
I have shared much today and perhaps it won’t make any sense to some of you. Perhaps you will disregard the information; that is your right and privilege. Many of you will suffer from cognitive dissonance, as I have thrown out an assortment of ideas and concepts that may be beyond many. No matter… the knowledge and wisdom exists in the Aethers, in the Akashic Records to be accessed by those who have lit the flames of Light upon the Altar of the Heart Center and have opened up to the advent of Divine Intelligence, what is known as the Christ Consciousness across the Omniverse. It is the everlasting golden Light that floods through the great stars and arrives upon your own beautiful planet much stepped down through a process of transformation.
J’en ai dit beaucoup aujourd’hui, et parfois cela n’aura pas de sens pour certains d’entre vous. Vous pouvez rejeter cette information, cela fait partie de vos droits et privilèges. Bon nombre d’entre vous vont souffrir de dissonance cognitive, du fait que je vous ai asséné de nombreux concepts encore inaccessibles. Peu importe … La connaissance et la sagesse demeurent dans l’Ether, dans le Annales Akashiques, et sont accessibles pour ceux qui ont allumé les flammes dans leur Centre du Coeur, et se sont ouverts à l’avènement de l’Intelligence Divine connue comme Conscience Christique dans tout l’Omnivers (ou Multivers). C’est cette Lumière dorée éternelle qui vous inonde à travers les grandes étoiles et parvient à votre belle planète, atténuée par un processus de transformation.
Wake up, dear Cousins… before it is too late and your world plunges prematurely back into another Dark Age like the one precipitated the last time by the Fall of Atlantis and the destruction of the Great Crystalline Firmament that once protected this planet from lower density alien intrusions.
Réveillez vous chers cousins … Avant qu’il ne soit trop tard et que votre monde ne plonge prématurément dans un autre Age Noir semblable à celui précipité par la Chute de l’Atlantide et la destruction du Grand Firmament Cristallin qui protégeait alors votre planète des intrusions d’êtres de basse vibration.
Live with Hope in your Heart and be at Peace. Release the fear and know that you are a fractal of what has been expressed as “God” the infinite, everlasting, eternal Being that exists beyond the knowledge of men.
Vivez avec l’Espoir en vos Coeurs et soyez en Paix. Libérez vous de la peur et sachez que vous êtes une fraction de ce que l’on nomme “Dieu”, l’Etre éternel, infini, intemporel qui demeure au delà de toute connaissance humaine.
I AM Sundeelia and it has been a pleasure to address you this day. Seek within for your Teacher; He/She is there waiting for you to acknowledge the Presence.
JE SUIS Sundeelia et j’ai eu plaisir à vous entretenir ce jour. Cherchez en vous le Maitre intérieur; Il / Elle attend que vous reconnaissiez la Présence.
I leave you today with one tidbit, as “Q” has said, The Light Wins. He knows this well as he is from the future and so am I.
Je vous laisse aujourd’hui avec un mot, comme “Q” a dit, La Lumière Gagne. Il le sait car il vient du futur, tout comme moi. Blessings to all. Soyez bénis.
I AM Sundeelia, Specialty Commander, The White Winds, flagship of the Outer Pleiadian Fleet under the Command of Lord Adrigon, Lord of the Pleiades.
JE SUIS Sundeelia, Commandement Spécialisé, The White Winds (Les Vents Blancs), vaisseau amiral de la Flotte Extérieure Pléiadienne sous le commandement du Seigneur Adrigon, Seigneur des Pléaides
A Solstice Ascension Ceremony by Tazjma Amariah Kumara
Note to Reader: This ceremony was originally viewed and recorded in late 2014. The text was discovered in some papers kept by my sister, RaNia VaCoupe, and has been retyped by Sundeelia VaCoupe. This is but an example of ongoing ascension celebrations taking place on board The White Winds, one of three huge Pleiadian motherships presently stationed in our Solar System. Although the original ceremony took place in 2014, the ceremonies are ongoing and can be seen via remote viewing, outside of space and time. They typically take place during an Earth-based event of significance, such as Diwali, The Festival of Lights as celebrated in India, at solstices, etc.
The following description is an expanded version of the Festivities that recently took place upon The White Winds. This piece is designed to give the reader a glimpse into what takes place during a high dimensional celebration of this nature. During a messaging session, the Ladies Tazjma, Trillia Gia, and RaNia were able to plug into Now Time and re-enter the time and space of the ceremony and see and experience the festivities in more detail. As I transcribed this piece even more detail began to emerge. If you relax and sink into a meditative space, you can pull up this kind of “memory” too for all time is simultaneous in the Now moment.
This grand ceremony was long planned by many as the first in a series of graduation ceremonies for members of the First Wave of Starseed Volunteers who went forth to assist in the now completed Evolutionary Period which ended on 12.21.2012. For this particular ceremony, there would be slightly less than 100 graduates present, but many attendees would come from all over the Multiverse, as family, friends, mentors, guides and interested parties. This was to be the first in a series of gala celebrations, each one to be aligned with an Earth-based astrological/astronomical event of some significance, usually on the cusp from one Sign to another.
Lady Trillia relates: “Many of us (the females) were escorted from our compartments on board The White Winds by a male relative or an Eagle (warriors of Archangel Michael who act as guards for many of the Children of Light). In the case of Lady Trillia and Lady Nada, we were escorted by Lord Rananda to the auditorium so we could find our places there, Lady Trillia as one of the graduates and Lady Nada as a member of the audience.”
Keep in mind that The White Winds is the largest Pleiadian mothership present in our Solar System. This marvelous ship is run by a huge Mother Crystal installed in the center of the vessel. When these ships are constructed, the engineers start at the center and move outward. When there is a central core that is operable, the vessel is suspended in air and construction continues. Much of the construction of this particular vessel was done in space as the ship is so huge. In terms of earth-based dimensions, it is 3,000 miles in diameter and is 47 stories high. If you were to land the ship on Earth, it would stretch from the West Coast of the United States to the East Coast. It is not possible to land such a vessel and they are not meant to enter atmospheric space. Transport shuttles and smaller flyers are available for those celebrants arriving from Venus, Earth, and other nearby planets and star systems.
Travel through space is not as complicated as some people think. Outside the atmosphere and the influence of your star, interstellar travel is almost instantaneous, allowing guests from far-flung worlds and star system of Sirius, Andromeda, the Isles of the Pleiades, Lyra, as well as nearby Venus, Earth, and little Pla, a moon of Venus.
While some of the guests are able to materialize at will; many choose to use the transport system within the vessel to arrive at their destination, a huge auditorium located near the center of the ship. The room is many stories high, giving the impression of great space with, and can be adjusted according to the need for events large and small. Today, the audience will consist of several thousand people and seating was arranged accordingly. Also, imagine, dear reader, that many would be attending the event in their light bodies, during their sleep cycles. For the most part, there would be no remembrance of the event upon waking, so it was felt that by presenting the event in this manner, it would assist those who will be ascending in future months to prepare their imaginations and to be able to step into the story as it were like entering into a dream.
As one entered the auditorium, you could see the seating arranged in a semi-circle around the curved stage. There was a primary center aisle through which the graduates would individually approach the stage. Each would be presented, one by one, and as they approached the stage with soft lights spotlighted upon them, behind the presented there was a huge screen which gave a multidimensional presentation of each graduate’s lineage, their starry origin, and soul family, their accomplishments and service upon Earth during this past evolutionary period, as well as a short delineation of their soul lineage, if appropriate.
While waiting to be presented, the graduates were seated on the right edge of the audience. As their moment to be presented approached, they are individually escorted to the high end of the gently sloping aisle and allowed to walk forward through the audience. During the walk, music from their home isle (planet) is softly played and the scent of flower from Home lingers delicately in the room. Each graduate and member of the audience was carried up in a wave of love, gratitude, and joy for the honor or being present at such a moment.
Today’s Master of Ceremony is the Lord of the Pleiades, Lord and ArchangelAdrigonVaCoupe. The genius behind organizing the ceremony is LadyClaudine, Pleiadian Goddess of Change and Queen of the Pleiadian Isle of BerWare. The celebrants participating in the ceremony are: Lords SanandaKumara (aka Yeshua Ben Joshua); SanatKumara, RanandaKumara (aka Lord Kuthumi) and my Higher Self, Lady Tazjma Amariah Kumara VaCoupe (aka St. Elizabeth, St. Clare) as well as other Masters and Light Beings who will be variously introduced within this commentary.
As we focus in on the auditorium, we see the audience is seated in a semi-circle around the stage and extending back up the gently sloping floor. The audience includes a dazzling array of luminaries, from LordGingerGia (aka Lord Krishna of Sirius A), LordMichael and his mate, LadyAstraea, LadyFaith (Michael’s Divine Complement); LordRaphael and MotherMary, many other archangels and their Divine Complements and mates, including LordZadkiel, his Divine Complement HolyLadyAmethyst, and his mate, LadyAmazon. All the Eagles of Archangel Michael are stationed around the edges of the auditorium, maintaining vigilance and upholding a temporary force field to amplify and uplift the frequencies of the celebration.
Of the primary planets or Isles represented, LordGia (aka Lord Krishna) is present, arrayed in a magnificent gold turban dressed in feathers and diamonds. He is seated with His immediate family and household and those lords and ladies representing the Isles of Sirius, LadyVenus and other members of the Kumara Clan are present representing the hierarchy of Venus. LordAshtar, Lord Benjamin Diaz, Commander of the Ashtar Command and the Lord of the Isle of Ashtar (planet) is in attendance, along with his family, mate, and Divine Complement (Twin Flame). Several of his commanders are also present and seated with the Ashtarian contingent.
Lady Quan Yin, Lady of the Earth and Planetary Logos, is also present, as are current and past members of the Karmic Board and the Hierarchy of the Council of Light, and members of the Brotherhoods and Sisterhoods of Light. The lords and ladies of other star systems (Andromeda, Lyra, the lighted Isles of the “Upper” Orion System, etc.) are also present. The many ascended members of the Spiritual Hierarchy of Earth including the present occupant of the Office of the Planetary Christ; the various Chohans of the Twelve Rays, as well as the Manu (over-lighting Soul of an Evolution or Root Race) of several evolutionary cycles, are present.
Many commanders, their families (the ones who could travel here to The White Winds) were also in attendance. Many representatives and dignitaries from other star systems involved in the Command were also present. Various family members and friends of each graduate were also present, in physical or light body form.
Those attending the celebration far outnumbered the array of graduates, just under 100 starseed volunteers who were about to undertake a major initiation of the Path of their Soul development, ascension from 5D to 6D, and for some, still higher. All of these beings were among the original volunteers who went forth to assist in the evolution of humanity upon the planet variously called Earth, Tara, or Terra, which is ensouled by the great Light Being called Gaia. All of these starseeds had graduated from the Earth School before in a prior evolutionary period, long before the Fall of Man and the planet into the lower densities of the third dimension. They were inspired by the work of Sanat Kumara and the Serpents of Wisdom (other ascended beings from Venus) who had long ago (some 18 million years ago) descended to the planet to assist the new-born humanity in moving towards the goal of becoming a fully conscious, galactic civilization. Needless to say, there were a few bumps in the road and the task and length of service were extended far beyond the expectations of many of the volunteers and their long-suffering families at Home.
Now was the time to begin processing a portion of these volunteers through a well-earned ascension and return to the presence of their families and friends on worlds and in lives that could only be imagined, dreamt of, and yearned for while incarnated upon Earth and serving within the cycle of reincarnation.
In the turning of one age to another, in this period of transition from Pisces to Aquarius, comes an opportunity for mass ascension. This can only be accomplished by those who have served selflessly through many lifetimes, who have endeavored to return consciously to a connection with the Divine Spark that lives within all beings of natural origin. There is also an opportunity for the planet as a whole to ascend, which is occurring now, a process which opens the opportunity for souls of higher vibration to incarnate upon the planet there to experience physical life. Before it was a huge challenge to be present upon the earth and those who came and volunteered willingly have suffered greatly, often unacknowledged and sometimes ridiculed and attacked for being different. They were different, being the soul aspects (fragments/sparks) of Lighted Beings, all Masters and Ladies. Naturally, where they went the higher frequencies of their multidimensionality, sometimes consciously, sometimes unconsciously…ever seeking that elusive connection with God, with the Creator, with Source…and with the Flame of Christ Consciousness that dwells within the heart of each individual touched by creation.
And so, we come to the ceremony itself. My Higher Self, newly graduated to 7D and made a Lady of Light during her own ceremony, Lady Tazjma Kumara VaCoupe will be presenting by name each of the masculine graduates. Her partner, Lord Rananda, standing on the other side of the Lords Sananda and Sanat Kumara, would present each of the feminine graduates as they approach the stage.
As the last member of the audience is seated, the room hushes. Lord Adrigon steps forth. He is an imposing figure, his chiseled face lightly bronzed, his strong tall physique arrayed in gold and violet-colored ceremonial robes from his desert home of Medina, an Isle of the Pleiades Star Federation. His dark hair is gathered into many braids at the back of his head. His bright, wide dark blue eyes lined with violet, survey the crowd gathered before him. He bows gently in honor to all those present, acknowledging the Divinity that dwells within each breast.
Quietly, in his deeply toned baritone telepathic speech, Lord Adrigon conveys the meaning and purpose of this ceremony and the importance of this particular step on the journey of each ascension aspirant. He shares a bit about his own journey in the creation of the wonderful vessel, The White Winds, and how it and other vessels serve as schools of teaching for spiritual aspirants upon Earth, preparing those who are about to incarnate, those who are in the process of actively ascending or returning to their original starry homes and every stage of development in between. Upon The White Winds, many counseling and mentor-student sessions are given each night as the physical bodies of the aspirants lie asleep. The White Winds is also a place for family and friends to visit those who are reaching their ascension, to prepare for the reblending and returning process in their return to the Light Worlds at the conclusion of their soul-chosen time of service.
Lord Adrigon completes his speech and steps aside. As the lights are slightly dimmed, a petite (7’2”) red-haired figures walks to the front of the altar. It is LadyNina, the reigning Shekinah, High Priestess of the Shemont, a huge ancient temple situated in the town of Medina on the Pleiadian Isle of Medina. Lady Nina will make a devotional prayer and dedication for all present, dedicating the ceremony to the Great Mother of us all. Large crystals and candles are arrayed on the altar, as well as a bowl of clear water, some flowers, and feathers. These objects represent the elements of Fire, Air, Water, and Earth, which now Lady Nina invokes, honoring the Elemental Beings who assist in the creation of the physical realm. She raises her hands turning to the Four Directions, as well as Above and Below, honoring the spatial creation of the physical realm. And Light continues to swell, filling the vast room with a palatable essence of Love and Joy, raising up the hearts of all in attendance. Lady Nina has set the frequency for the ceremony for the ceremony to follow.
The Shekinah, Lady Nina, is also mated to Lord Adrigon, the Lord of the Pleiades and the Master of Ceremonies for this great occasion. Lady Nina was also a walk-in during her last incarnation upon Earth and a companion to one of today’s graduates, Lady Trillia Gia Kavioush. Together, with other daughters of ascended masters and Chohans, these companions trained consciously on the Path of Return during the 1980s and ’90s. Yes, Lady Nina herself was an early conscious volunteer for the walk-out process that Lord Rananda, Lady Tazjma, Trillia Gia, and now many others are currently experiencing. Today, Lady Nina is the living representative of the energies of the Divine Mother and highly regarded in the Multiverse. Many are the pilgrims who make their way to the Shemont as part of their devotional worship of the Divine Mother. It is an honor to have Her Presence here today with us as part of these ceremonies.
Next, a grand Lady appears on the stage and steps between Lord Sananda and Lord Sanat Kumara. She is LadyClaudine, Goddess of Change and currently Head of the Karmic Board of Earth. She is a striking figure, over eight feet tall in height, with her white-blond hair piled high upon her head in an intricate weaving of braids, interwoven with diamonds, bright beads, and tiny bells. The Lady is dressed in a glimmering white gown, embroidered with tiny colored beads made by her tribespeople of BerWare. She is here in her capacity as a member of the Karmic Board to give a short presentation on the achievements and spiritual workings of each ascension aspirant.
Next appears LadyIsis, Mother Goddess Incarnate and representative of the Divine Mother. In contrast to Lady Claudine’s pale beauty, Lady Isis is darkly bronzed, with high cheekbones, flashing dark eyes lined with violet, tall and slender, elegantly attired in a gleaming golden gown, with a tall intricate headdress upon her dark hair. She is here to give a blessing to each graduate as they are presented to the audience.
The Lords Sanat Kumara, Sananda, and Lord Adrigon are present in their capacity as primary mentors and sponsors of the past evolutionary cycle, in which the graduates present have each served. During the presentation, the Chohan or primary Master who sponsored each graduate will also give a brief introduction of their charges to the audience. This portion of the ceremony has been pre-recorded and will be presented as each graduate is introduced. After the primary introduction and blessings are given, each graduate will be given a specific honor according to their soul development. Some will receive the designation of Lady or Lord of Light. Others will receive honors from their mentors and sponsors, appropriate to their station and soul purpose. Some of the graduates originally came from the fifth dimension; many will graduate to the sixth. Others who originally stepped down from higher dimensions will be elevated once again or yet higher according to individual achievements and accomplishments made during their sojourn upon planet Earth. Lady Claudine will announce the honor given to each graduate and allow the specific sponsor or mentor to delineate the contents and purpose of said honor.
Upon completion of the presentation of each graduate, a blessing for all present is received from the great Cosmic Lords of Light who oversee this Universe and its evolutions, the Lords Metatron, Melchizedek, and the Mahatma. Blessings of light and love are received within the heart flames of each of the graduates, as their bodies prepare to hold the higher frequencies of the dimension to which they are all about to ascend.
Each graduate present is arrayed in a costume appropriate to the traditional ceremonial dress of their home isle. Since many isles are represented, the costumes vary in color and style, from intricate, highly embroidered robes, to elegant gowns, colorful skirts and wrappings, and even simple but elegantly cut clothes such as those worn by the well-dressed Saint Germain.
The graduates are to be presented in order of their ranking in the Multiverse.
The Princess of Sirius, the lovely petite LadyTrilliaGia, Daughter of Lord Gia, mate to Commander Jon deAir Kavioush of the Sirian Fleet, is the first graduate to be presented by Lord Rananda. With her bright white blonde hair piled high upon her head, glistening with many precious diamonds in the light, Lady Trillia floated with measured step down the aisle, a soft light focused upon her dazzling figure as soft Sirian chants are heard in the background. Lady Trillia is arrayed in a stunning golden ceremonial sari. Her slender white arms are dripping with golden bracelets and bangles. Diamond drop earrings hang from her delicate ears and as she walks, the gentle twinkling of bells can be heard from the anklets she is wearing. A large diamond is centered on her forehead directly upon her third eye, representing her spiritual attainment and rank. Tiny golden sandals can be glimpsed as she steps delicately upon the stage and stands before the Lords and Ladies to receive her honors and blessings.
From her primary sponsors, Lady Claudine and Lady Isis, the Lady Trillia receives accolades for her long service, including her most recent service in presenting the concept of the Pillars of Resurrection and the Resurrection Angels, who along with Lord Michael and his legions can be utilized to clear up areas of the astral field of the planet affected by battles and the miscreations of man. Lady Trillia has been sponsored at length by Lady Claudine and Lady Isis. She was trained in the etheric retreats of Lord Zadkiel and Holy Lady Amethyst, as well as the Canadian retreat of Lord Michael and Lady Faith. Trillia also was an early participant in the walk-in/walk-out program, training with Lady Nina and other daughters of the Masters and Ladies present at this ceremony.
On this momentous occasion, Lady Trillia receives the accolade and honor of becoming a Lady of Light. Lord Melchizedek, who has suddenly appeared in Light Body before the entranced audience and celebrants, presented Lady Trillia with His blessing as well as a golden crown designating her new status as a Lady of Light. Her auric field expands as she is blessed, dazzling with the Golden Ray. As her time on stage comes to an end, she steps off the side of the stage and is escorted back to her seat by her loving and very proud mate, Cmdr. Jon deAir Kavioush.
The second feminine graduate is Lady Amu Treya Kumara VaCoupe, the mate of my Venusian brother, Aman Treya Gia Kumara VaCoupe. I watch my brother’s eyes light with pride as he sees his beloved mate step upon the stage to receive her blessings and accolades.
I will leave the celebration for the other participants up to the reader’s imagination. Perhaps you know of who is or will be undergoing this magnificent initiation. Perhaps you are one of the participants. Only your heart can tell you for sure. As each graduate is presented and given a present appropriate to their status on their home isle (planet) or star system, you can sense the atmosphere of the huge room rising in frequency. All present are being lifted up by the joy and wonderment of those receiving recognition for a job well done.
As a group, the graduates are then blessed by the Lord Melchizedek and declared members of the Order of Melchizedek now and forever. Tiaras or crowns appear for the ladies and neck chains with golden metals appear for the males signifying their new status as Ascended Masters and/or Lords and Ladies of Light. Each graduate is then arrayed in a new body uplifting and magnifying their Presence as a Light Being.
As the ceremony progresses, delicate streams of music stir the hearts and minds of the participants. Angels and devas can be glimpsed by those whose eyes are not dazzled by the spectacle occurring before their eyes. And the scent of sweet roses, violets, and other more exotic flowers can be sensed in the delicate breezes that waft across the faces of those sitting and participating through the ceremony.
In closing, there are many remarks given in congratulation for the new graduates and expressions of encouragement for those attending who are from the First Wave, but who are not yet ready to undergo their own ascensions. And encouragement to the Second and Third waves (and those coming after) who still have much work ahead of them in order to bring light and love into true balance upon the face of the planet for all life and all aspects of being therein. Many of the Second and Third wave volunteers already have visited The White Winds or other motherships to continue with their training and spiritual mentoring by their chosen sponsors. Those of the First Wave, who will be soon undergoing their own ascensions in the Light, meet and speak with their chosen walk-ins, who will be inhabiting the physical vessels they step out of as part of the walk-out and soul-braiding process of Ascension.
Make no mistake; those who are currently ascending AND returning to their home worlds and dimensions have served long and well. Their soul journeys were designated by their Higher Selves and mentors long before their present incarnation. The work that is still to be done by those who are in the process of ascending WITH the planet, in this instance, Earth, have also chosen their specific roles prior to their present incarnations. Each soul is utterly unique in its journey and cannot be compared to another. Thus, if judgment arises in those who are reading this commentary, release it. In our journey together whether we serve from the Light Worlds or upon the surface of the Earth or other planets, it is a journey towards Unity, in the upliftment of Planet Earth, and that of other worlds in need of assistance in their movement towards becoming fully conscious Galactic Nations. We serve out of Love, and in Love, we serve together, wherever in the Universe we might exist. Remember, dear ones, outside the auric field of your planet, time and space are not the same. We are One and serve with great devotion to Divine Father/Mother God, and to the Source from which we have all come forth.
As the ceremony closes, there is an air of jubilation and celebration from both graduates and those who have witnessed this momentous occasion. And now…after a suitable period of rest, refreshment, and preparation, the celebratory exhibitions dance and ball begins.
While the celebrants have changed, the auditorium has been completely transformed into a magical setting, for the great gala to occur. Thousands of tiny lights are suspended in the air above the floor. A large dance and exhibition space is at the center of the room, with rows of seats arranged in a circle around the space, with aisles allowing for movement. To the side of the presentation space, there assorted and heavily laden tables present, piled high with delicacies from many of the worlds represented, from exotic fish dishes from Sirius to beautiful fruit platters and smoothies from nearby Venus. Finger foods of all descriptions, raw, cooked and baked, are available for those present, whether dancing or for just delighting the senses with their beauty, color, shapes, and fragrances.
To start off the presentations, a ceremonial dance by the famed dancers of the Isle of BerWare is presented. First, twelve tall and stalwart males appear, dressed in brief loin clothes, and wrapped with ribbons and bead, upon which are attached tiny bells. Each male, a magnificent specimen of physical strength, beauty, and dignity, stands facing outward from the circle. The one hears the ringing of a tiny bell, although there is no movement. The sound of other bells joins in the delicate chorus; still no movement from the dancers. The exceptional skill of these dancers delights the attentive audience watching. These dancers are trained from childhood to ring the bells without moving a muscle. It is a cultural skill that defines the tribal customs of their society.
After the chorus of bells ends, female dancers join the males and a wild celebratory dance begins. The females are dressed in flowing skirts of thin gauzy materials, colored in bright plaids and patterns, in a dizzying array of color. The garments both cover and reveal the stunningly beautiful strong bodies of the dancers as they move through their ancient tribal display. They are a tribal people, unique even among their home star system, the Pleiades. Further descriptions of these wonderful, exotic people can be found along the descriptions of the peoples and beings of other Pleiadian isles in the book written by Lady Nina, “A Pleiadian in Time.” Nina channeled the book from her remembrances of a Pleiadian lifetime when she toured many of the Isles, including Venus, Sirius, and Ashtar.
The next presentation is one from Sirius, homeworld of Lady Trillia. It is similar to some of the temple dancing still done on Earth during Hindu ceremonies, some movements quiet and elegant, others wild and exuberant. Presentations from other star systems and isles are given in order of how the graduates were presented in rank with their standing at home, in the galaxy, and the Multiverse.
Upon the end of these exhibition dances and performances, there is singing and instrumental music given. Two special performers are made aware to my consciousness by remarks after my original recordings of the ceremony, are Lady BasRa Kumara, playing on her large standing harp the beautiful strains of “Ave Maria, accompanied by the singing of the renowned tenor, Eagle Thorpe. Many other songs are offered during breaks between the dances open to members of the audience and graduates. There was much to delight the eye, lighten the heart, and to take in during those magical moments of celebration.
As Lady Tazjma, I dance with my brother, Lord Sananda, as well as many others of the handsome lords present AND my dear loving mate, Lord An’Dra Dino.
It is a joy to be part of such a glorious company of interstellar and cosmic beings… whose beautiful, ever-youthful faces reflect the light and love of true divinity and graciousness.
Many blessings to all in attendance; may your most profound wishes come true in the dawning of the New Year and a new age for planet Earth.
Namaste, I bow to the Divinity within your heart flame and to your true nature as a Son and Daughter of the Most High.
I AM Lady Tazjma Amariah Kumara VaCoupe Dino, Sister of Light.
Note to Reader: This celebration originally took place on Solstice, December 21, 2014, but is taking place in the ever-present Now moment, so even if you come upon this article some months or even years from now, you can still be present in the Now moment as you are a multidimensional being who is free from the constraints of time and space when beyond the auric field of your current home planet, Earth.
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?
Where will you be, sir?
Commander deAir, I will be the bait!
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…
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.
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.
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.
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.”
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.
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.
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.”
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.
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.
Facets of Wisdom: On Surrendering to the Love that You Are
by Eliza Ayres
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.