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

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

 Traduction française Thierry Calleau

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Received by: Eliza Ayres

Reçu par: Eliza Ayres

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

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

WWG1WGA – Vive la France!

Sundeelia: Observations from a Pleiadian Perspective

Sundeelia:  Observations from a Pleiadian Perspective

via Eliza Ayres

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Blessings to all.

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

Received by:  Eliza Ayres

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

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

Sundeelia: Thoughts on Ascension, Intervention, and Earth Changes

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Sundeelia: Thoughts on Ascension, Intervention, and Earth Changes

by Eliza Ayres
Note to Readers:  The article below has taken on a life of its own.  Since walking in nearly two years ago, I have personally witnessed people making choices whether to align with the Light or to descend further in evolution (devolution) by aligning with the dark energies.  People who allow themselves to be taken over by artificial intelligence have allowed their souls to become food for the dark negatively polarized Belial and Reptilians from the lower-frequency Orion star system (namely Rigel and the Mid-way Belt planets and isles).  Their choices affect their twin flames and stunt their own evolutionary process.
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Will the Galactics be landing on Earth?
The other day, I received some questions regarding whether Galactics will be landing on the Earth, basically “to save us” because of rumored coming Earth changes and/or major catastrophes.
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I happen to be a Pleiadian walk-in and my higher essence still resonates at 6D and higher.  So, in listening and reading all the current nonsensical hype about the approaching “Event”, the presence of Galactic ships in the solar system coming to ‘save’ us, I gave my personal rendition of what is going on which I am sharing here.  I understand it’s not going to be popular with the highly indoctrinated ‘Light and Love’ crowd, but it is the reality according to my present understanding of the current situation on the planet, which is subject to change.  I have the ability to read frequencies; it’s a talent or gift I came in with during this incarnation and more than a few others.
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The problem I see with the above question is, which Galactic race are you talking about?  There have been extraterrestrial beings on this planet for thousands of years.  They are either controlling your people (negatively polarized races such as the Draco and Annunaki, who can resonate up to upper 5D) or highly evolved races from the interior of the Earth who have, up until now, had no desire or need to interact with your people.
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Frankly, no sane Pleiadian will be landing on Earth any time soon, despite all the current disinformation being put out.  One more thing, even some highly evolved Earth humans believe there are negatively polarized Pleiadians.  This is a lie put forth by your controllers.   At best, Pleiadians or other high-frequency positively-polarized beings may appear in their etheric form to those whose third eyes are open.  For regular Earth humans to even see the Pleiadians and any other highly evolved star races, the Pleiadians would have to descend in frequency, which hurts the light body and takes a lot of energy to sustain. Or the Earth human would have to ascend and hold a higher frequency which would enable their own natural inner vision (clairvoyance) to function.  Also, if a global catastrophe did occur, the Galactic races would be saving the light bodies of humans, not their physical bodies.  People need to release their savior complex and recognize they need to be their own salvation, which means committing to the long and difficult Path of Ascension.  Until you stop giving your power away to others, you will not evolve spiritually.
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The present environment of Earth is highly toxic to our higher frequency Pleiadian bodies (lower 6D+). Anyone even entering the earth biosphere needs to undergo sonic cleansing before stepping onto the ships. I am speaking as a walk-in here; my Pleiadian self works on board as a crewmember on one of three Pleiadian motherships which are present here within the solar system.  The motherships are far more vast than most Earth humans can even imagine (3,000 miles in diameter, 43 decks deep). I differentiate between Earth humans and Pleiadians because although we are, in part, your ancestors and distant cousins, through thousands of years we have long since evolved into a finer body vehicle. And our thousands of isles contain more than one type of human racial group and sometimes species. Our ships are also fully sentient, based on crystalline plasma technology.
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There is talk of an imminent transitional shift to upper 4d for the planet along with all who are able. This would be mite compatible right?
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The EARTH is already in upper 4D and there a few 5D individuals present on the Earth.  The Earth is moving up slowly so she can take her children, i.e., Humanity, with her.  The planet is being assisted in this process by the many extraterrestrial ships present and the highly advanced frequency technology put in place to stabilize the planetary body.
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The timelines have shifted.  The old timelines which included major earth changes and catastrophes are no longer in effect.  The galactics are assisting the planet by keeping her stable and gradually rising in frequency.  You might listen to the work of Brad Johnson, New Earth Teachings, who has a YouTube channel with channeled pieces from Adronis of Sirius and his own Higher Self.
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Typically, there are 12 levels per dimension. Each individual will resonate at a different level according to their spiritual lineage and evolution BEFORE incarnating or walking into the Earth plane. No…no one will jump automatically without effort to high 4D unless they are already a fragment of an individual of much higher resonance. I’m not sure why people think evolution and ascension come without any personal effort. There isn’t a magic pill for it; you need to put some effort into the process which means working on your own stuff, releasing and transmuting your fears, as well as any remaining trauma and karmic remnants (personal darkness) and coming into alignment with your Higher Self’s divine blueprint. The planet may ascend to 5D, but it will also be a gradual transformation as your very physical bodies require ‘time’ to adapt to the current barrage from waves of powerful cosmic rays. Many who currently reside on this planet will not ‘make it’ and will incarnate on another planet that is suitable for their level of soul evolution. Those who do remain will ascend…evolve at a pace which is appropriate for them.

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As for our physical bodies becoming ‘crystalline’, you to need to remove all impurities to allow the living crystalline waters within your body (all vehicles, mental, emotional, etheric, and physical bodies) to align as you consciously undergo a purification process.  Your physical body is already 80% water.   Water is crystalline and takes on many forms and frequencies.  As you clear your emotional, mental, and physical bodies of all impurities (old belief systems, mind-programming, fear/anger, old traumatic records from this or prior incarnations) your being will naturally and gradually evolve and rise in frequency.  The higher frequencies from cosmic rays and dispensations can then be accepted into your own cells, which will, in the end, manifest with the appearance of a finer physical body, something that took our people, the Pleiadians many generations to accomplish.  The purification process must be conscious; it is NOT automatic nor does it come from an outside ‘savior’ figure, whether guru, ascension teacher or galactic being.  By the way, brackish water does NOT exist on our higher frequency isles (planets).  Our water is pure and clear.

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As I have recently learned (or remembered) scars from old trauma are retained within one’s light body until cleared consciously.  It doesn’t matter if you currently resonate at 6D, if you do not allow and activate a personal process of counseling and clearing your four lower bodies, you will not evolve any further along your own spiritual evolutionary path.  In my case, I suffered damage to my light body by various severe traumas suffered by previous incarnations who lived and died during the Orion Wars when they were occurring in both the Sirian Star system and the Pleiadian Star Federation (which is made up of thousands of star systems).  These ‘records’ can manifest as issues with my physical body which acts as a portal to allow me to consciously clear old records.  My purpose in being here is to work on clearing these old records of trauma through the process of writing about them in great detail, not a task everyone is capable of doing as much of what is seen during the process of walking the Akashic records can be exceedingly painful to view.  Being on a planet that has descended so far in frequency allows me to remember and scan the frequencies within so I can clear these records through the writing process and use of the Violet Flame of transmutation and transformation.

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Those individuals whose soul contract calls for them to be a teacher of others in the ascension process HAVE ALREADY ASCENDED FROM OTHER PLANETS AND STAR SYSTEMS. In other words, they are NOT beginners. Beings such as YESHUA BEN JOSHUA incarnated over a series of lifetimes here on Earth in order to reiterate (repeat), walk through the steps of ascension to anchor the energy and process here on the Earth plane as an example.  Before he incarnated on this planet, he was already a soul of extremely high light lineage.  His Higher Self was/is the Son of Sanat Kumara, the former Lord of the World, and current co-regent of the Isle of Venus, the ‘Father’ of whom he spoke while embodied in his last Earth incarnation.  Yeshua’s Earth mother, MARY wife of JOSHUA (Joseph) first incarnated on Earth as a pure soul during the time of Lemuria and was a PRIESTESS even then. Her husband JOSEPH and the physical father of Yeshua was an incarnation of SAINT GERMAIN who was also of higher spiritual lineage before arriving on Earth (Pleiadian).

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Make no mistake… those who are actively and successfully working on their ascension now have done this before and that number is not high. They are the yeast to start (or re-start) the process for the rest of Humanity. Whatever else people are putting forth is basically hogwash to lure people into giving their power away to fanciful illusions, like the Galactics are going to save us. Not happening. It took the Pleiadians over three generations to consciously improve our bodies and we live a lot longer, a minimum of 300 years on the Isle of Pea On and on up to the extremely long-lived Pleiadian Angelics (250,000 + yrs). You will not see real results of this evolutionary process for at least 50 to 100 years IF humanity stops expecting someone else to do their work for them.

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The one possible exception to this is when an evolutionary process has been artificially suppressed by electronic, physical control, and environmental poisons (geoengineering, pharmaceuticals, vaccinations, HAARP, social engineering, artificial religions, etc.).  This is what has happened on Earth when the divine blueprint of your evolution was hijacked by beings with superior technology, who managed to trick lower-frequency individuals into believing they were ‘gods’.  Eventually, when the artificial control matrix has been removed, those INDIVIDUALS who can release their fears can level up to whatever is their natural frequency. Those who still retain their fears and refuse to do any clearing work on themselves will not. The evolution of humanity is merely returning to its natural cycle and timing but will continue to be based on the individual’s progress rather than the Collective at this point. When there are enough individuals to allow the frequency of the planet to rise, only those incoming souls whose frequency resonates with the planet will be able to incarnate and continue on their individual life journeys.

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Currently, the collective of humanity is not anywhere approaching Unity consciousness.  However, when finally freed of unnatural suppression by the global elite, the naturally good-hearted individuals who live all over the earth will naturally resume their own upward evolutionary process and trajectory.  The common people of Earth or Terra have many things in common:  they want to be able to live in peace, raise their children, be able to work and support their families, and generally enjoy life and their relationships with family and friends.

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The galactics, especially the combined forces of the Sirians, Pleiadians, and Ashtarians, have been present within the Solar System for thousands of years.  They use the sun as a portal to come and go from the solar system.  This is nothing new.  It is only that your scientists have the technology to be able to see the ships that have always been present since the Fall of Atlantis.  The presence of the positively-polarized galactics will continue as long as necessary to bring the planet and her children back up to where they should be in their planetary evolutionary cycle.  And then, they will depart or move onto other systems which need to break free of darkness, such as the worlds of the lower Orion star system.

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Read the stories of the Ascended Masters who are very real and who have worked with the evolutions of this planet for thousands upon thousands of years. Humanity has much to overcome. You will receive assistance but it will be from those who physically walk and live among you. It’s time to grow up.

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Brad Johnson: The Stream Towards the Event

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My sister’s blog, The Starseed Highway contains a growing library about ascended lords and ladies, as well as invocations, prayers, and information about the Pleiades and Sirius.

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Be well,

Sundeelia Kumara VaCoupe

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

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Nature Walks – Green Cay & Wakodahatchee Wetlands – March 2019

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Nature Walks – Green Cay & Wakodahatchee Wetlands

It’s March and it’s nesting time for many of the wading birds in SE Florida.  Above is a shot of a posturing male Great Egret in breeding plumage and colors.

It was a cool day; most people had sweaters or even coats on, except me.  I relish the coolness… upper 50’s, I think.  And the sunshine was brilliant making shooting challenging in the low angled sun.

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Male Angina drying off after a swim.

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Double-crested Cormorant. Notice the difference between the bills of the two swimming birds, Angina (above) and the Cormorant.

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The shy Limpkin

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Wood Stork

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Black-bottomed Whistling Duck

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Green Heron in silhouette.

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White Ibis

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Balancing Act

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Alligator sighting

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Female Cormorant

These photos are from two separate outings.  I did finally see an alligator at Wakodahatchee this morning, cruising from under the boardwalk.

Hope you enjoy the photos!

“Sunny”

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

Nature Walks – Winter in Green Cay, Palm Beach County, Florida

 

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Nature Walks – Winter in Green Cay Wetlands Preserve

A northerner would be hard-pressed to recognize the season as being “winter” today — but, hey, that’s Florida, especially SE Florida where the temperatures are crawling back up into the low 80’s during the day, again.  And the humidity seems to be increasing as well if my light dewy sweat was any indication… It is “walk slow” and drink lots of fluids time.

There were lots of birds today, mostly egrets, ibis, cormorants, and Anhingas… and other little flitting varieties which I never seem to be able to catch in a photograph.  And, oh yes, the Painted Buntings have made their wintertime appearance.  The males are sure colorful little birds!

And here are some photos… yes, there was an alligator sighting today…

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Painted Bunting pair.

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Female Anhinga

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Snowy Egret

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Snoozing Female Alligator

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Teals

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Wood Stork

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Glossy Ibis

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A quartet of Turtles

That’s it for today.  Have a pleasant week, everyone!

Be well.

“Sunny” VaCoupe

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

 

Nature Walks: Winter Wako Walk

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Nature Walks: Winter Wako Walk

It is winter here in Florida or what passes for winter hereabouts… the days are in the ’70s and nights are in the high ’50s to low ’60s, in other words, perfect for walking.

I made it to two of my favorite nearby wetlands, Wakodahatchee and Green Cay, saw lots of birds and two alligators — a good day.  The skies were blue, the air crisp, and I was comfortable in my short sleeves, while other people were all bundled up.  Guess my blood hasn’t thinned out enough yet.  I feel much better in this cooler weather.

The mating/nesting season is getting underway.  It was amusing to see Wood Storks quarreling with Anginas or Herons to see who would get the perfect nest site.  The pond apple tree condos are very popular this year!

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Female alligator cruising.

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Great Blue Heron

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Great Blue Heron feeding young.

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Juvenile Gold Crowned Night Heron

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Female Angina

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Beauty Berry

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American Bittern

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Marsh Hen

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Great Egret showing breeding feathers.

Well, hope you liked the quick tour of a couple of SE Florida wetlands.  There is lots to see and most of the walking is done on boardwalks.

Remember, there is a lunar eclipse this weekend with a Super Moon.  And enjoy your weekend!

“Sunny” VaCoupe

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

A Solstice Ascension Ceremony – Tazjma VaCoupe

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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 Archangel Adrigon VaCoupe.  The genius behind organizing the ceremony is Lady Claudine, Pleiadian Goddess of Change and Queen of the Pleiadian Isle of BerWare.  The celebrants participating in the ceremony are: Lords Sananda Kumara (aka Yeshua Ben Joshua); Sanat Kumara, Rananda Kumara (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 Lord Ginger Gia (aka Lord Krishna of Sirius A), Lord Michael and his mate, Lady Astraea, Lady Faith (Michael’s Divine Complement); Lord Raphael and Mother Mary, many other archangels and their Divine Complements and mates, including Lord Zadkiel, his Divine Complement Holy Lady Amethyst, and his mate, Lady Amazon.  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, Lord Gia (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, Lady Venus and other members of the Kumara Clan are present representing the hierarchy of Venus.  Lord Ashtar, 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 Lady Nina, 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 Lady Claudine, 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 Lady Isis, 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 Lady Trillia Gia, 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.

© All Rights Reserved, Eliza Ayres, www.bluedragonjournal.com  Permission is NOT granted to alter this article from its original written format.  No videos or recordings allowed.

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Nature Walks – Winter Marsh, 12.27.18

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Nature Walks – Winter Marsh, 12.27.18

For the first time in a couple of months, I made my way to Green Cay Wetlands to view the birds and gators.  I was lucky to see two gators (love is in the air!) and several birds.  The birds were very busy doing bird things, looking for their next meal in the muddy marsh so weren’t easy to view or photograph today.

The snowbirds and vacationers are present, as well, with more cars in the parking lot, which is huge.  Occasionally the boardwalk was like playing bumper cars, but it wasn’t too bad today.

The title photo was taken at sunrise earlier in December, pointing east.   Here are some photos from the marshes today:

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Grooming Teal. The “green” is actually a beautiful teal color; just doesn’t translate onto film.

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Gator couple. The one in the upper left is the male. That’s one BIG boy!

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I didn’t have much luck getting any photos of ibises, herons, or egrets today although I saw some.  They were either too far away or too camouflaged by marsh plants to see clearly in a photo.  Better luck next time, I hope.

Happy New Year’s to all my readers!

“Sunny” VaCoupe (aka Eliza Ayres, human pen name)

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

Sundeelia – Thoughts on the Solstice

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Sundeelia – Thoughts on the Solstice

Editor’s Note:  This piece is longer than most of my recent posts, containing one of my recent stories from my “memoirs” of the Orion Wars.

A few months have passed since I last posted any of my own writings here on Blue Dragon Journal.  I would imagine some of my long-term readers were beginning to wonder if I was “missing in action”.  Well, I’m here to tell you everything is “fine”.

Since I embarked sometime last summer on my primary project of writing my memoirs of the Orion Wars, I’ve been busy writing chapters and stories from five different lifetimes, two in Sirius A, two in the Pleiades, and one in a totally unexpected place… From one lifetime alone, that of Raphael DeAires Kantor, I have written at least 15 chapters covering the period of his childhood and into young adulthood, where he finally became a Line Commander on a Pleiadian mothership.  These chapters are much longer than the ones I wrote earlier about Lord Delos, Head Commander of the Sirian Fleet.  Some of the chapters are up to 25 pages in length with a lot more detail, conversations, and explanations of our way of life and what we were confronting as upper 4D humans in the early days of the Orion Wars.  These chapters will be eventually part of a book about the Orion Wars from my perspective as a Sirian and then later as a Pleiadian.  It is certainly not the entirety of the wars, as they played out within all the major constellations within this quadrant of creation.

At the time of the early days of these wars, our people were not as highly evolved as they are today.  Our space fleet wasn’t as sophisticated and advanced and we had to scramble to defend our airspace, having thousands of isles (planets) of various size, large and small, to defend.  Our population was also varied, from Elementals to Angelic Humans, Felines, sentient Dolphins, Crystallines, etc.  As the wars progressed we were aided by our allies, the Sirians and Ashtarians, Arcturians, and other star races later in the conflict.  Eventually, we realized that we needed to raise our frequency levels in order to no longer be susceptible to the physical invasion of our star system.  Today, all Pleiadian isles resonate somewhere within 5D and higher.

After the people of the Sirian star system succeeded in protecting its space by initiating the great Shield (see Remembrance: In a Pool of Light), the Sirian Fleet at times assisted us in defending Pleiadian space.  With that in mind, young Tazo Gia, who was born into his third Sirian incarnation some two years after the death of Lord Delos, shows up in some of the stories.  It is an interesting thing to realize that someone who is over 30 years your senior, is actually your grandson from another life… which is exactly what happened to Raphael and Tazo.  Raphael Kantor was the second reincarnation of Lord Delos since his death in battle (see the Remembrance series for that lifetime).  During the three lifetimes these two soulmates shared, they were twin brothers, brothers, and then grandson/grandfather.  Thus we all play many roles, with our lifestreams weaving a great braid across the time spirals.  Today, Tazo is incarnated as my eldest Pleiadian sister, Tazjma Amariah Kumara VaCoupe.

The process by which I write these stories is very interesting.  It is entirely unscripted.  Sometimes I will catch a glimpse, a vision, or a download of what is to be covered, but I am often surprised by what emerges from my fingers.  There are many tears when I hit on a particularly poignant or difficult remembrance, which has come to indicate to me that I’m “on target” in seeing and thus being able to release these ancient and long-suppressed emotional traumas.  If any of you are endeavoring to do this kind of work yourself, allow the tears to come and remember to breathe.  Use the Violet Flame to dissolve any old stuck energy and then transmute and transform the energies so they align with your soul’s divine blueprint.

Those of you who are acquainted with shamanic practices will recognize what I am doing is a complicated kind of shamanic soul retrieval.  I have had more than one lifetime spent as a shaman, including one of my Pleiadian lifetimes, of which I have yet to write.  I do this work to clear and repair the damage done to my light body during these difficult incarnations so I might advance in my own soul evolution.  Being here on Earth in the midst of the Belial energies (that is what Dark Team consists of – misaligned negative low-frequency energies that attack the Light) motives me to write about my experiences.  I have seen many parallels to what I experienced thousands of years ago in the Pleiades to what is happening during these latter days of Belial control of this planet.

In my life as Raphael DeAires Kantor, I was subjected to being kidnapped and held as a slave for an entire decade.  I know the frequency of the Dark very well.  Somehow I survived and went on to a more normal life, but it took a lot of struggle and hard work on my part to overcome the severe post-traumatic stress occasioned by the abuse I suffered as a child.  Those who have been imprisoned, tortured, raped, and abused by members of the dark pedophilic underground that still exists on this planet will know of what I speak.  Some people never overcome their programming, abuse and end up committing suicide.  I chose to live – I lived a full long life, married, had children, and two successive careers, serving in the Command and then as a ship designer, utilizing the lessons I had learned while resisting the attempts of the dark to break my spirit as a young child.

For now, I will not be publishing in full the stories of my Pleiadian lifetimes.  They have far more detail than the previous Sirian stories I have already published – which will also be further embellished upon when I am ready to immerse myself again within the world of Lord Delos.  I am, however, posting along with this article, one of my stories of Raphael DeAires Kantor, who was by this time newly mated to his soul mate, Lady Julia Kadish (a reincarnation of Lady Anya from Sirius A), recently commissioned as a Line Commander (the rank I hold today on board The White Winds) and working under Lord Esturias VaCoupe, his foster brother and Head Commander of the battleship, The Golden Bee.  The story is called “Engagement” and is set in space above the planet of BerWare, which is a real place, one of the tribal Pleiadian isles.

For those who might wonder, I am not publishing these stories on the web now as there are stories that still must be interwoven into my own tale, as I am finding myself coming into contact with some of the players I have encountered during the writing of these stories.  Some of these people have become members of my star family today.  Some are my Eagles, some are Family and others are long-time acquaintances and valued friends who still live and thrive in the Sirian star system, Venus, and in the Pleiades.  There are also some aspects of my past lives which I am not quite ready to work through, but I recognize I will be guided to do so by my unseen but felt mentors who are assisting me through this process.  I work with my Higher Self, the Archangelic Being known as the Recording Angel who works from Beljium in the upper Orion constellation, my Eagles, Lady Claudine, and many others.

And so here is “Engagement”, a story from my second life as a Pleiadian:

Line Cmdr. DeAires – “Engagement”

 The Golden Bee and her new fleet of 15 battleships soon reached the closest mothership, The Golden Falcon, who was actively engaged with fighting a squadron of enemy destroyers.  Before the Bee had gone into hyperdrive, Cmdr. Esturias requested Intel from the Communications Station, or more precisely, from Line Cmdr. DeAires.  The new Line Commander, along with his superior officer, Cmdr. Kadish was ordered to report directly to Cmdr. Esturias with any data on the whereabouts of the nearest mothership.  DeAires discovered the location of The Golden Falcon to be near the Isle of BerWare, another semi-nomadic isle similar to his native Morova.  His findings were verified via instrumentation and communication between the Mother Crystals of the ships.  The Golden Bee was now en route to that coordinate, located off the northern part of the isle.

DeAires, as Raphael was known now, found himself extremely busy and in demand by his new commanding officer, Cmdr. Esturias.  If he could be any judge of a man he barely knew, he would say that in Esturias truly lived the heart and soul of a Commander, very similar in many ways to how he had been as Cmdr. Delos.  He felt the intensity like a flame emanating off of Esturias and began to understand why the men who had worked under him were so loyal.  The intensity of spirit came from a deep love for the people, all the people, his men who served with him and the people of the Pleiadian Star Nation.  DeAires understood that love – he had felt it as Delos in his love for the Sirian people — and surrendered to it, becoming dedicated to doing his utmost to give the Commander what he needed, when he needed it.

With his unusual talents and skills, DeAires concentrated on interpreting the data received from a variety of sources; from the Mother Crystals, from the isles and stars of the system, from the distant viewings of his crew in the Communications Station, as well as the standard instrumentation and observations received from ships in the area of space where they were heading.  Communications via ship to ship were sketchy due to the fighting; all crews were heavily engaged, even as they would soon be as they emerged upon the battlefield.  DeAires felt his body begin to tighten up as he discerned a rise in the level of low-frequency readings in the vicinity of BerWare, so he directed the attention of Cmdr. Esturias towards that particular isle.  And so, Cmdr. Esturias took a chance on the recommendation of this unusual Line Commander who had been “enlisted” at the last moment by “chance”.  Who knows the workings of Heaven?

The new ships were capable of folding space, which meant they could move from one end of the star system to the other in minutes, yet Cmdr. Esturias wanted to use some caution during the final approach as he was not clear what he and his fleet were getting into, although the findings of the new line commander gave him an idea.  So, the ships came out of hyperspace a few clicks from their destination.  And the alarms started going off…

As Cmdr. Esturias stood on the bridge, staring at the huge screen at the space in front of the prow of their ship he was astounded.  In all his many years, decades, and even centuries of service in the Command, he had never witnessed such a scene.  The drifting hulls of ships were cluttering up space, so the new ships had to carefully maneuver around the obstacles.  Obviously, they had emerged onto the scene of a recent space battle.  The monitoring station checked for life signs; there were none.  It was complete and utter devastation before them.

“Scan enlarge!  I want to see the names of those ships!” demanded Esturias, striding closer to the screen.  The scene focused on one of the nearby drifting ships… it wasn’t registered to the Command; it was a trading vessel. A scan of the others showed that an entire fleet of trading vessels had been destroyed.  The head commander felt sick; innocent and helpless trading vessels and crews were being destroyed.  This was an attack against the commerce, the livelihood of the isles… and intentional, he was sure of it.

Sitting in his station in the Communication room, Raphael could feel his commander’s revulsion at the sight before them.  And it would only get worse.  Raphael was beginning to see visions once more.  He didn’t let himself get overpowered by them, but what he was seeing sickened him.  The attacks were getting bigger, more violent, and extreme.  He went to speak to his commanding officer, Cmdr. Kadish, “Sir…I’m having visions once more; I need to speak with Commander Esturias right away…”

“I’m here, DeAires, behind you!”

The tall dark-haired commander had come up behind Raphael even as the boy was striving to hold himself together under the impact of what he was seeing.  Esturias saw how pale Raphael looked under his tanned skin and helped him to a chair within the Specialty Commander’s office.  Raphael crumbled down into the chair, holding his head in his hands; he couldn’t speak for a moment.  Esturias was impatient and shook his shoulder, “DeAires, report!  What are you seeing?”

Raphael’s voice was hollow with grief when he finally mastered his voice, again… “Destruction… death… everywhere!”

“Pull yourself out of it, man,” ordered Esturias, “Show me!”

Raphael reached up and took the hand of his commander officer and released his vision in a flow of images.  Esturias felt the surge of the vision as it flowed through his consciousness; it was overwhelming.  Yet, he knew they needed to go forward and join the fight.  He stood up, towering over Raphael, “Come on, young man… you need to get back to your analysis.  Kadish, would you mind getting DeAires some juice?”

Kadish left the room, quite aware that Esturias wanted to speak to DeAires alone for a few minutes.  The specialty commander felt bypassed by his subordinate, but there wasn’t anything he could do at the moment – the gifts of that strange young man were needed now.  The commander shrugged… they were needed now, but how about later?

Esturias knew he didn’t have much time, so he shook Raphael’s shoulder, again, “Come back, DeAries… what are you seeing?  Past, present, or the future?”

“Future…” gasped DeAires, as he realized that visions were timeless; the scene he had just witnessed wasn’t necessarily in the Now; there was a chance they could prevent that particular timeline from playing out.  He looked up into the dark blue eyes of his commanding officer, so like those of his foster father, Lord VaCoupe.  “Sir… it was the future; I’m sure of it – we can prevent this if we act now!”

“I agree – oh, thank you, Kadish,” said Esturias, facing the returning specialty commander and taking the juice from his hands.  “Thank you for getting this – now, DeAires… drink this up and get back to your station!”

Feeling his immediate superior eyeing him, Raphael kept his head down and obediently drank down the liquid.  Then he stood carefully, still feeling a bit wobbly, saluted, and quietly left the room, leaving the two commanders staring at each other.  Esturias growled in a low voice, “You WILL inform me immediately when that young man has anything to share!”

“Yes, sir!” replied Kadish, somewhat reluctantly.  He watched as Esturias left abruptly and knew that he was treading dangerous ground by consciously attempting to interfere with his commander’s swiftly increasing reliance on the data that DeAires collected through his rather unorthodox methods.  He also couldn’t quite admit that he was jealous of his inferior officer, but was attempting to project the blame onto DeAires for being unstable and incompetent.  It wasn’t working; the boy was brilliant, a fact that became more self-evident every day that passed during this cursed voyage.

Shortly thereafter, Commander Kantor found himself summoned to the office of the Head Commander.  He was summarily ushered in by Paulus, who was looking rather grim.  As Ezekiel walked in, Commander Esturias glanced up and said, “Sit down, Kantor.”

Esturias studied the broad open features of the powerful Eagle, features that were echoed in his younger brother but to a lesser degree.  Raphael was slightly shorter and much less bulky in his build – not the making of an Eagle, but something quite different. The Commander was blunt and wanted answers, so he plunged in, “You know something about the one whom you call “brother”. He is very different from you.  Why?”

Kantor didn’t look at all intimidated by his superior officer, but asked a question in return: “Didn’t your Father share with you what makes Raphael DeAires so different?”

“Apparently not, Kantor”, snapped Esturias.  “Explain –“

Kantor looked at his commander and replied, “One of the people to whom I entrusted this knowledge betrayed the lad, almost to death.  If you do, I will come after you, personally…sir.”

Esturias was astonished…and intrigued; clearly, DeAires had a secret that few knew and Kantor was intent on keeping it that way.  “Is that a threat, Kantor – against a superior officer?”

“Take it any way you want, sir,” replied Ezekiel.  “I’ll resign my commission, my place in the Eagles to protect that boy!”

“Which means my father does know DeAires’ secret, doesn’t he?”  Kantor nodded.

Which is why DeAires’ is guarded, day and night?”  Another nod was all Esturias received from Kantor.

Frustrated, realizing he had to be on the command deck soon, he snapped, again, “Then tell me; I swear on everything I hold sacred that I will do my best to keep that boy safe – but the rest of my crew and the fleet matters, too!”

“Okay, sir – I’ll keep you at your word because of your Father, Lord VaCoupe,” Kantor replied in a low voice, “but do NOT share this with your men!”

Esturias nodded in agreement.  Kantor continued, “You are aware that Raphael… DeAires was Lord Delos in a past life?”

“Yes – that is one thing my Father did share with me,” replied Esturias.

“Well – what makes this boy so special, unique… different than other men, because he is different than other men.” Kantor was staring at the wall behind the commander’s desk, almost like he was seeing a vision like his brother, but one of passing beauty and poignancy.  He stood up and approached the side of the commander’s desk, “May I, sir?  It’s easier if I just give you the vision that I was given one day long ago by a beautiful Priestess…”

Reluctantly, but brimming over with curiosity, Esturias nodded.  Kantor rested his large hand lightly on his senior officer’s shoulder and the vision began to flow:

All around her was white; the light of the sun, the walls, and the flowers sprayed across the wall, the garden steps…her dress.  She was very tall and slender; a dress of shimmery white silk flowed down her exquisite form to pool on the ground at her feet.  She had tiny silver sandals on her white feet.  Her wavy white blonde hair flowed down her back, held back by hairpins decorated with tiny silver flowers.  Around her long slender neck, there was a delicate necklace of white gold and diamonds.  She was a vision of great, yet delicate beauty and entirely female in her essence.  Silver anklets covered with tiny bells twinkled whenever she moved across the garden.

As she lifted up a white rose to smell its fragrance, she listened within… a Voice spoke quietly… there will come a child, a boy who will be born of your essence.  You will be his mother, and yet unlike most children, he will be a part of your essence in male form.  As a Priestess of the White Ray, you still require a balancing of your feminine and male polarities.  Carrying with him a fragment of your essence his lifetimes will bring forth the needed balance with your Higher Presence.  As he succeeds in his missions, you will collectively soar higher in your soul evolution.  Eventually, his essence will choose to reblend with yours but he will choose the timeline for this… and We see that by this last lifetime as a separate entity the balance will be accomplished fully and the child, the soul fragment will return to you in a female form… Before that time comes, you and your Twin Flame will act as guides and mentors for this one who, we see, will be walking through perilous times ahead… in another quadrant of Creation.

 Kantor pulled out of the meld, withdrawing his hand and stepping back from the desk. “There, sir… is why Raphael… DeAires is so special; he carries the essence of an Archangelic Being within him, a female, which makes him more sensitive than most males could conceive.”  Then he stated in a low voice, “And I gave my word to the White Lady that I would protect him until the time when he would reblend with his Higher Self.”

 “Well, Kantor, it would appear that both you and your brother carry heavy burdens,” replied Esturias, thoughtfully. “I begin to understand the mystery that your brother seems to be with his strange, unorthodox gifts.”

 “Well, sir,” replied Kantor, “His “gifts” aren’t that unusual to the Shamans of my home planet, Morova.  I’ve heard that the Head Shaman, Lady Chokama, wanted DeAires for herself after she met him.  It was a couple of days after a very wounded, shy boy who had just been rescued from slavers… yet this “boy” was able to “talk” to Alcyone itself.  I walked in on his meditation; he was glowing with a golden radiance.  It was quite extraordinary and I wouldn’t have believed it if I hadn’t seen it myself.  Raphael then “showed” me his vision.  I just about fell over in shock, sir.”

 “Ah…then we won’t make the mistake of underestimating your brother and his gifts,” replied Esturias.  “I will have to watch his senior officer Kadish, however.  The man is jealous of this brother of yours.”

 “Sir, leave it to the Eagles… we’ll keep Kadish off of DeAires!” growled Kantor.

Esturias shuddered as he gazed on those massive fists, “Gently, sirrah!  I need ALL of my officers on this voyage!”

 “Aye, sir,” replied Kantor, saluting.

And now I must be getting back to the Command Post.  We’re about to go into battle!”

The calculations and information presented by Line Commander DeAires proved highly accurate.  The Golden Bee received an urgent plea for assistance, gave the coordinates and then broke off.  Immediately, Cmdr. Esturias ordered the Operational Commander to put in the coordinates and set the course via hyperspace.  The ship came out of hyperspace cloaked as an extra precaution, as Esturias didn’t know what they were getting into just yet.  The other ships had received similar orders and appeared on screens, but were not visible to the enemy ships that were hounding the great mothership, The Golden Falcon.

In a move of which Delos would have approved, Esturias had his 15 ships position themselves around the perimeter of the enemy ships, weapons set and locked, and uncloaked simultaneously, firing at the enemy ships and taking them by complete surprise.  Although slightly outnumbered, the Pleiadian vessels made short work of the enemy fleet, with their superior weaponry and agility.

After the final enemy vessel had been destroyed, The Golden Bee docked inside the huge landing bay so the commanders could begin conferencing and planning their next steps.  The other ships began a systematic scan and search of all remaining enemy vessels, looking for survivors.  Some of the crews went on board what appeared to be the lead vessels in order to download any files they could obtain from the vessels.  Esturias wanted all available intel he could get so he had a better understanding of this latest deadly enemy operation.

DeAires and his crew reported that there were survivors on some of the ships and at least five of the dark lords had survived.  He sent a personal warning to Esturias about the latter as being very dangerous to any crew they encountered. What happened to his birth father could happen to anyone who came under the influence of one of those dark sorcerers.  He didn’t bother to go through Kadish this time, knowing that his commander and his jealousy would try to alter the message in some fashion, so he took the chance, contacting Esturias directly via private telepathic mode.

Commander Esturias, sir – DeAires here.  Just a warning, sir – there are five dark lords still on board those ships.  They’re… they’re not quite human, sir.  The men you send must take them out, kill them, and don’t let the lords touch anyone.  Else they will turn into a monster like my birth father!

Message received, DeAires – you’re going around the chain of command, again, sir!  But the message is understood; I will convey that precautionary measures are exercised and all of the dark lords be killed.  If we take any prisoners, I’ll have you personally scan them, as well.  Are you prepared for that, DeAires?

Yes, sir.  I’ll do whatever I can to assist.

Thanks.  Out.

DeAires broke off his transmission and saw his commanding officer staring at him suspiciously.  He smiled and went back to analyzing the data before him.  At least Esturias seems to appreciate my efforts…

Still, DeAires knew he was treading on thin ice with these career officers like Kadish.  He had encountered similar difficulties with Commander Strom on board The Golden Lion, although, at the end, they became good friends and comrades.  He hoped that his sincere efforts would be appreciated here, as well, but if not, he would still try to do his best.

In the end, Line Cmdr. DeAires was selected to accompany a group of officers who were going abroad The Golden Falcon for a meeting with the Top Commander of that ship, one Commander Lantars.  Cognizant that he was the most junior officer and perhaps the youngest person present, as well, DeAires did his best to remain inconspicuous, but Cmdr. Esturias wasn’t allowing it.  When the officers sat down, Esturias made DeAires sit next to him.  Other officers were looking askance at the gesture but wisely kept quiet.  When Cmdr. Lantars asked how The Golden Bee was able to find them so accurately, Esturias replied, “I’ve got a good team – they’re new, but pulling it together quickly.  And I have this young man to thank, as well.  Due to his unorthodox methods, we were able to pinpoint the location of The Golden Falcon.”

“Extraordinary – what is your name, young man,” asked Lantars.

Line Commander DeAires, sir”, replied Raphael in a quiet voice that still carried to all corners of the room.

Your surname is DeAires?  Are you from Morova, then? If you’ll pardon me, you don’t have the coloring or look of those people,” queried Lantars.

Raphael nodded, “I was born there, sir, but my father was from Airus and my mother from Serena.  My surname is actually Kantor, but I have a brother also on board The Golden Bee, Commander Kantor.  He is an Eagle Commander.”

Esturias interrupted, “Enough of the niceties, gentlemen.  What did you want us here for, Commander Lantars?”

Lantars looked slightly offended at the interruption, but nodded, “Yes, if you hadn’t arrived we would now be in a heap of trouble.  As it is, this old girl will have to get some repairs before we encounter more enemy ships.”

“What are you saying, Cmdr. Lantars?” demanded Esturias, visibly upset.  “We brought some Ashtarian workers who can manage most of the repairs on The Golden Falcon; we weren’t sure if all systems were fully functioning before we started.  We broke a lot of rules to get here, Commander!”

“Apparently, young Esturias,” replied Lantars, quietly, without rancor.

Listening to that exchange, Raphael was wondering just how old Esturias was; he didn’t look a day over 30 years, but Raphael knew better.  The high-frequency Angelic Medinians lived extremely long lives, sometimes into the many thousands of years.  Not that he would dare to ask Esturias VaCoupe…

Well, we have some teams searching the enemy ships for survivors and gaining any intel they can from the ships’ computer banks.  Presumably, they use crystal technology like we do.  If not, our techs will manage a way to transfer and preserve the data.  We need to gather what we can to find out about the plans of the enemy with this new push into our system.”

Cmdr. Lantars nodded, “Yes, we need to learn about this – it happened so suddenly, rather unexpected, I would say…”

“I saw it coming, sir!” blurted out DeAires, then mumbling a “sorry, sir,” as Esturias fastened his intense blue gaze on his most junior officer, who was edging too close to the line…

Explain, DeAires… and why didn’t you convey this information to your senior officers?”

“I did, sir, I told Commander Lyonell – he agreed with me, but we just didn’t realize the extent of the operation.  Sorry, sir… and then I was sent home for a head injury suffered out in the field.  I’ve been away from The Golden Lion now for over three months…”

Another officer snorted, “Three months for a head injury, DeAires?”

DeAires blushed, “I also got mated – on the insistence of your father, Lord VaCoupe,” he replied, pointedly to Cmdr. Esturias.  And to the other officers, “Lord VaCoupe is my foster father.”

Cmdr. Lantars laughed, “Well, it is obvious that young DeAires had other things on his mind than tactical maneuvers and planning operations!”

DeAires stared at the table as the whole room of officers joined into the laughter.  Falling back into his habit of keeping still, like a rabbit under the eye of a fox, he kept his face blank and didn’t say anything.  Cmdr. Esturias noted this behavior carefully.  He wondered: some behavior lingering from his days of being a captive?

“Well, Lantars…have you heard from any of the other motherships or battlecruisers before we arrived here?”

Cmdr. Lantars turned his attention away from the unresponsive youngster to his intense commanding officer, “Only bits and snatches… VaCoupe; shall we have this youngster of yours work with my Communications team to see if he can locate them, too?”

Thank you, sir, but no… DeAires is going back to The Golden Bee.  I’m not going to have him snatched up by you or any other commander, sir.”

Lantars indulged one more glance at the silent DeAires, and sighed, “Well, then… where should we examine the prisoners if there are any?”

“Well, sir, I do want DeAires present when we examine them; he’s a sensitive and can pick up if any of the prisoners are a dark lord in disguise.  Then we’ll have our healers scan the rest to see if they can be freed of any alien hardware.”

Lantars was curious, “How does the boy know what a dark lord feels like, Esturias?”

Esturias rested his gaze upon DeAires, again, “Well, tell him, DeAires or should I?”

DeAires looked up at his commanding officer and then looked across the room at the opposite wall as he told some of his story, to explain why he knew what he knew: “I was captive to the dark forces for ten years, sir.  I was there when my mother was killed by a dark lord.  And the thing who used to be my father nearly killed me.  He had been taken over by some alien hardware that took over his body – I don’t understand it, but I can feel it, sir.” 

The room was silent as the officers present absorbed this sobering information.  Then Lantars looked at DeAires in sudden recognition, “You’re the youngest son of Lord TorSeth Kantor, aren’t you?”

DeAires nodded but said nothing.  Again, his past was being dug up and exposed to the air.  It was all he could do to keep his face blank and try to keep the pain at bay.

Lantars continued, “The Morovian representatives reported your entire family to be missing – so that’s what became of him.  And your mother; what happened to her?”

“She was killed by a dark lord, sir…”

“She was killed in front of you?” inquired Lantars.  DeAires nodded and continued staring at the table.  Lantars continued, speaking directly to Cmdr. Esturias, “Well, I guess that establishes your man’s qualifications, Esturias.  Shall we have the prisoners taken to the landing bay for examination?  Be sure to bring along young DeAires.  I want to see him at work!”

As DeAires passed by the senior officer, Cmdr. Lantars, the commander spoke up briefly, “Sorry about your loss, DeAires.  I knew your father.  We went to school together.”

“Thank you, sir,” replied DeAires, as he continued walking past and then out the door.

One of his Eagles was waiting on guard outside in the corridor.  Garry took a look at Raphael and suggested they go to the meditation room on board The Golden Falcon, “Looks like you could do with a break, son – were they tough on you?”

“Thanks for the suggestion, Garry, but first something to drink – I think I spoke more than any of the more senior officers present,” replied Raphael with some irony.  “Apparently I’m an unknown factor and somehow that gives them permission to pick me apart…”

Unfortunately, Cmdr. Esturias overheard that last remark as he came up behind the two men, “You’re right, DeAires… you are an unknown factor… with your gifts and talents.  These officers are not used to such an exotic creature like you, so you’re going to have to toughen up a bit and learn to answer questions and then keep your mouth shut the rest of the time!”

“Sir…”

Cmdr. Esturias wasn’t finished with him, “Who is this, one of your Eagles?”

“Garry Onterus, sir”, answered the big Eagle, saluting, looking over the commander’s head; he was very tall, about 8’8”.  “Assigned by Lord VaCoupe to guard Line Commander DeAires, sir…”

Esturias was a tall man, but he had to look up to speak to the massive Eagle, “Thank you, Onterus.  Just follow along right now, will you?  I need to speak with this young charge of yours somewhere private.”

“Sir… then you might try the mess hall – I already checked it out, sir.  No one is there right now.”

“Yes, I would imagine a giant like you wants to know where his next meal is coming from, eh?” replied Esturias rather sarcastically.  The good-natured Garry just smiled in returned and nodded.

When the three men arrived at the mess hall, Garry stationed himself at the doorway, while Esturias gestured for DeAires to sit down.  “I would imagine that was hard on you, DeAires – to be questioned about your family like that?”

“Yes, sir – it brings up a lot that I would rather not deal with right now, sir…” replied Raphael, soberly.

Understood, DeAires, but now you have a bigger test ahead, don’t you?  You already sense that one of the dark lords has managed to hide in with the other prisoners…?”

“Yes, sir – I can feel his presence.  He’s being brought on board the ship as we speak…”

“I can feel his presence, as well. Okay, I will order a detachment of our Feline warriors to be present, commanded by Lantrill, when you’re doing the first examinations – any nonsense and they will shoot to kill – just don’t get in the way.  You’re useful – and I don’t want to lose you right now.  My father would be extremely angry… not to say several Eagles.”

Garry snorted and pretended he hadn’t overheard anything.  He was glad the new commander seemed to be interested and concerned about Raphael.  Personally, he felt he would give his life to protect the youngster, but no one had consulted him on the subject, so he kept his mouth closed like the commander suggested.

The prisoners were brought out onto the tarmac on the landing bay.  Most, but not all were in chains.  All were wearing dark gray uniforms with no distinguishing emblems – which Esturias guessed had been already ripped off to hide any rank or position.  Two of the Eagles assigned to DeAires followed him as he slowly moved down the line-up.  Esturias signaled to his warrior commander, Lantrill, when the young man paused in front of a prisoner; the warrior acknowledged the signal with a sign of his own.  His men were ready.

For a moment, DeAires closed his eyes concentrating on discerning the man’s energies.  That’s all it took.  In his desperation, the prisoner lashed out swiftly and grabbed DeAires’ wrist.  In his other hand was a knife that had been secreted in his uniform.  Yanking himself free, DeAires relaxed his body and slipped to the floor and then rolled, kicking upward, he managed to knock the knife out of the prisoner’s hand…”That one, Commander – he’s the dark lord!”

“How would you know, Pleiadian scum?” snarled the man… and then paused, cocking his head reading Raphael’s frequencies, “Ah, you were one of ours once – these are not your masters!  You belong to me!”

The dark lord reached out to touch DeAires once more, but he had moved away and managed to stand up, shaking. “No, never – kill him, Commander, before he touches anyone else!”

“What, no trial?” mocked the dark lord.

Not for your kind – fire, men!”

The dark lord screamed dropping to the floor as the fire of three laze guns hit his body.  Esturias watched in horror as a black cloud rose from the body and dissipated into the air.  “What was that?”

“Sir, you don’t want to know…” replied DeAires. “He’s marked me so now I’ll have to submit to a scan…”

“Sorry about that, lad,” replied Esturias regretfully.

The waiting healers came forward to examine the remaining prisoners who glanced nervously towards DeAires and his Eagles.  DeAires was examined first and was found clear of any devices.  All of the prisoners had control devices that had penetrated deep into their bodies.  Esturias received the report from the healers and then walked over towards the prisoners to announce their fate, “Sorry, men… you’re all infected with artificial intelligence; it’s just a matter of time when you’ll become like what you just witnessed. And right now, we don’t have the technology required to remove those implants.  You’re all sentenced to death.”

As Esturias turned away from the condemned men, his face was grim.  He didn’t like condemning men who had probably been tricked or forced into following the dark lords, but he didn’t have a choice in the matter.  As DeAires had told him – other men, his men could fall victim to the AI and endanger the whole fleet.  He nodded to Lantrill, the warrior commander, who responded with a loud, “Fire, men!”  And he winced at the sound of falling bodies on the hard floor.

Esturias left the hangar bay, leaving the instructions for the deceased prisoners to be placed in caskets and sent into the nearest sun; perhaps they would be reborn free of the impediments taken on by their souls – but that was now out of his hands.  A very subdued DeAires and his Eagle guards followed him, along with the Feline warrior contingent.  DeAires had been cleared by the healers, but he would bear watching to see if his behavior changed in the coming days.  As he watched the procession following the boy, he had an ironic thought:  someone watching this would think the boy was some sort of king rather than a lowly officer – it was obvious that men became extremely protective around him without the boy even noticing.  Odd that… Perhaps as Pleiadians, they sensed the energy of the Mother within him…

Come on, DeAires, we’re heading back to The Golden Bee.  I want you to get some rest.  You’ve been put through the mill today.”

“Thank you, sir,” replied DeAires, his voice sounding rather exhausted.  Esturias thought the boy was looking rather peaky.

One of the Eagles spoke up, “We’ll take care of him, sir – we’re used to nursing him after all.”

Esturias looked rather amused to hear a huge Eagle admit that he acted as a nursemaid for a full-grown man… but then there were extenuating circumstances, weren’t there.  He was going to have a long discussion with his Father when he managed to take some leave home…

DeAires managed to walk back to the airlock that attached The Golden Bee to the mothership, just stumbling once or twice and recovering with Garry’s support.  When he got to his quarters, he collapsed on his sleeping pad and went right to sleep, sprawled out in his uniform.  When Tomás entered the room and looked in askance at Earl and Garry, the latter shrugged, “He had a run-in with a dark lord this afternoon.  Looks like all that martial training you gave him finally paid off – “

Earl nodded, conveying the scene in private telepathic mode.  Tomás was astonished… that Cmdr. Esturias would endanger his friend’s life in such a manner… and that DeAires had managed to free himself for the first time in his short life.  It was another stepping stone to healing the deep wounds of the past, but he would have to keep a better eye on the youngster after this.

After a moment’s thought, he cautioned, “Look, lads, be careful how you mention this to Kantor.  He’s come close to losing this brother of his four times this life…”

The two Eagles nodded and continued looking down at the sleeping Raphael.  For now, he would stay out of trouble… at least if he didn’t have any of those dreams of his… and who knew.  Life with Raphael was never dull for long.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Peace to all,

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

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