The Angels: Dancing into the Great Unknown



The Angels:  Dancing into the Great Unknown

by Eliza Ayres

We are the Angelic Legions of the Divine Mother. We come to you today with more words of encouragement. Feel them in your heart as you read for with your heart you understand the language of the soul, the language of light that has no words.

Dear ones, you are now well into your period of transition, moving from one cycle to another. We realize that it is not easy to observe what has been the apparent foundations of your world literally and figuratively come apart at the seams. Yet, this is the cycle of nature, of the world of matter. What grows to maturity eventually comes into a period of decay, until its components can be recycled in new forms. What you are seeing all around the world is a startling degree of decay and exposure of the old systems. They no longer function and haven’t served the needs of the people for a long time. It is time for these old systems of domination and control to break down and so they are, by the will of the people and by the Will of your Creator.

The rigidity of the structures of extreme duality and control are giving way to a new flow, as the energies of the Divine Feminine permeate the world. For a time there will be chaos as the feminine energy flows through and around the borders of the old rigid masculine structures, breaking them down like water wearing away at a stone wall. Balance will be restored, but for a time outer events will appear out of control. It is for this reason the beings of light and love have advised those who would listen to seek the calm that reigns within the sacred heart, within their own center. Through this connection with your multidimensionality, the gifts and graces, knowledge and wisdom that you need now will come, when you need it. Learn to trust your intuition and inner guidance. Learn to listen and feel the silent language of the soul. You need to spend time with yourself, in peace and quiet to hear, but even amidst the tempest that surrounds you, you can find serenity by tuning in to the inner smile and feeling the love emanating from your I AM Presence, always.

We come to remind you, also, dear ones, that the gifts and graces that you have garnered through your many (in some cases) simultaneous lifetimes on this planet, will begin to be made available for you. You have been planning for this one lifetime for this very occurrence. Now, the greater you will be able to be put into use, to bring positive change to your new world, to discover new ways of being, to create a world that you wish to joyfully surrender someday to your children and grandchildren. Gone is the time of fear, deceit and lying for personal gain; that time is done. Those who seek to perpetrate that kind of action will find it increasingly difficult, not so much due to outer pressures to conform, but from an inner awareness that they now have a choice, to follow their heart or their ego.


You all have freedom of choice now, to integrate every part of yourself, both the dark and the light and to find strength and beauty in both. Without the darkness you would not have been able to distinguish the light. Without selfishness, you could not learn to love yourself. Without hatred and fear, you could not understand the power of love.

You, dear ones, have taken the creation of the divine deep into the world of form, deep into matter. Now, it is time to begin the journey of returning to source, back into the neutrality and balance of the higher dimensions where the Will of the Creator is the way of all existence. You have played on the edge and have extended the knowledge of Creator of itself and have done it skillfully and well.

Now, you are beginning to rediscover pathways within yourself leading to you to discover new ideas, new feelings or an intensification of knowing. You are beginning to accept your own power and grace, your strengths and apparent weaknesses that actually serve to point out your true wisdom and knowledge to yourself. Such is the paradox of living in many worlds at once; you are more than you seem and can now dive into the depths and heights of self-discovery, as your bloom unfolds into its true beauty. You are a pearl of great price; you are a rose of stunning beauty. You are your Self, now being anchored into your physical body, in the process of bringing heaven to earth.

In acting as an anchor point for the higher frequencies of the fifth dimension, you are part of the grid of Christ Consciousness that has been activated around this planet. All that is not compatible with the rising frequencies is now being uncovered and revealed for all to see, on both a collective and individual level. The fears and guilt-ridden consciousness of the past, driven by the judgment of those who would dominate you for their own benefit has been disempowered, as all of you, the collective of humanity undergoes a process of taking back power, both on an individual level and as a collective.

Humanity is one Being; the world in which you find yourself is your creation. You are the only one living it, but you see parts of yourself mirrored by other individuals, both alike and different from your understanding of self. As your knowledge of self increases so does your ability to expand your sense of self; you become inclusive rather than exclusive or reclusive. You see your soul mirrored in the eyes of a child, in the smile of a stranger; you delight in the music and poetry of a culture very different than the one in which you grew up. You suddenly can accept the differences in others and embrace your own strengths and weaknesses (which are just strengths waiting to be discovered). You can embrace all of yourself, all of what surrounds you in the world. Suddenly there is more beauty to be seen, feelings are more profound… and some of you are actually acknowledging that you have feelings for the first time in your physical life.


You are a sensitive being. Some of the light workers, who came to earth to jumpstart the new world, are more aware of their feelings and for them living in the heavy energies of the third dimension has been challenging. However, all who now live upon the face of this planet have chosen themselves and have been chosen to play this game, to bring an entire planet into the ascension process, with all life upon her. Before, the transition period between cycles was marked with planetary cataclysm, destroying the majority of life upon the surface and leaving behind only a few selected seeds to bring in the new age. This time it is very different; the entire collective of humanity is ascending. Some individuals, in their present physical form and belief sets, will be unable to remain here, but they will return in their own good time, complete with a new openness and new body in which to enjoy the new vibrations and choices that will exist on the planet as the Golden Age comes into manifestation.

Many challenges remain ahead of you all, but you have been prepared well for these times. Reach within and the answers to any opportunities that present will come to you. No longer are these challenges to be deemed as problems; you have the needed creativity and wisdom to solve whatever is placed before you.

For those of you who are acting as wayshowers for the general population who is as yet waking from their stupor, we encourage you to stand strong in your light and send forth your love, the love that emanates from your I AM Presence through your own heart flame, send forth that love into the world. Nothing can withstand the power of unconditional love. All that is brittle and harsh will be soothed and made new. Hatreds, misunderstandings, prejudice and anger will melt away in the brilliance of your inner sun. You are only beginning to sense just how strong you are; play with this knowledge, allow yourself to make choices and to move into areas that have been hitherto unknown as you step courageously forward as scouts for the rest of humanity, engaging the energies of creation within your own beings.

We send you our blessings and that of your Mother / Father God, and of the Creator. The entire Universe watches you in awe as you carry yourselves forward into the unknown, heads held high, smiles and laughs, learning to dance again with the fairies and elementals, to embrace what has been hidden within for a very long time. You are human angels, you are our brothers and sisters and joyfully, we salute you.

Thank you, beloved Angels.

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Eliza: A Lesson in Forgiveness


Eliza:  “A Lesson in Forgiveness”

This is a story of a girl who grew up in a different time, when things that happened within a family mostly stayed there.  I was the second of three daughters, separated from the eldest by six years, from the youngest by four years.  I was in the midst of attending high school.  As teenager, I was shy and studious, a little socially backward and did not date boys.  I did not wish to be one of the popular girls, just to be accepted for who I was.  I was almost sixteen when my older sister went off to college in another state.  And then my father suddenly became interested in me.As all abuse does, it began subtly and slowly.  The initial excuse for the attention and time spent together was to work on my back.  With puberty, instead of getting spots on my face, I developed bad acne on my back.  My father undertook an effort to cleanse and heal these wounds… at least that was the story.  And my mother did nothing to stop it; she did not question her husband’s actions or intent.  Having approached menopause and suffering from its effects, she just did not want to be touched herself.  And so I became a surrogate. 

Somehow I was unable to speak up, to protest.  I was ashamed for I felt my body reacting to the attention in strange, pleasurable ways.  I felt betrayed by my own body, by my parents and by life.  I slowly developed severe tension headaches by keeping my emotions pent up and directed inward.  I was living two lives, going to school during the day and being used during evenings and weekends.

And then I graduated from high school and my mother suggested that I get a job.  I landed a job as a sales clerk in a local department store, working nights and weekends.  Suddenly I was no longer available as a subject of my father’s attention.  Between going to school and working, I had too much to do.

After a while my father’s  attention turned to my younger sister.  I knew what lay in store for my sibling but could not bring myself to speak up.  My own shame, confusion, and yes, even some anger, prevented me from speaking, from warning my sister.  Fortunately my sister was made of tougher stuff, for after one session, she abruptly left home and went to the home of a teacher, telling all.  Suddenly, the dark family secret was out in the broad daylight.

My father was arrested, his name put in the paper, and was sent to court.  He did not get a jail sentence.  Sexual abuse laws were quite different in those days.  Father only received a sentence of supervision and counseling for all of us.  This was enough to sidetrack his career, to spread rumors around the neighborhood, to have friends withdraw from my parent’s society.  A summer spent at counseling did not heal the wounds of the family; so much still lay hidden.  My mother remained with her husband.  My younger sister went to live with a foster family for a while.  And at the suggestion of my mother, I went off to college out of state, far away from the gossip and whispers.

There was a darkness that lay heavily upon my heart during these years away.  I could not speak of my pain; I was not ready.  Sexual abuse was not treated as a huge crime in those days.  And instinctively I understood that to speak up was to bring a variety of reactions that I did not feel capable of dealing with yet, so I remained silent.

Years passed and still I did not speak.  I had boyfriends and then a husband, a good man.  However there was a wall between me and the world; I had built up a high brick wall around my heart and could not feel any more.  I was  unable to connect fully with my husband and so the marriage languished. The marriage did offer me something, time to study new things.  It was during this time that I embarked on my spiritual journey in a more outwardly conscious fashion than previously.  It was the beginning of a healing journey for me, as a woman.

Many years passed and the relationship between me and my parents ebbed and flowed.  During my marriage, I made my first confession to my husband of what had happened in my childhood.  Naturally he was angry and thought that I should break all ties with the parents.  I did so for a time, but the ties were too strong.

Then the marriage was over.  Divorce was still relatively rare in those days, not as socially acceptable as it is now.  I knew from experience what happened when a divorce occurred within the small close-knit group that my husband and I belonged; gossip, endless gossip.  I wanted out, completely out, so I boldly moved to the other side of the state and started over.   What I did not count on was the pain I would feel as a result of cutting all my roots. The first winter was devastating in its effects.   Depression came as an after effect of divorce and the isolation I felt in a strange city.  I was lonely, without family or old friends to count on.

One night out of desperation, I called out, “Oh, God, help me!”  Suddenly, as I stood alone in the darkness of my basement apartment I felt warm arms enfold my in an embrace.  I felt comforted and loved, even as endless cleansing tears flowed down my cheeks.  I fell asleep feeling like a young child secure in its mother’s love, something I had never felt before in my life.  I was to hold onto that experience through the dark days and months that followed.

Years later, after the adventures with a new age church, I had to make a difficult decision.  My health was seriously awry; the doctors were giving me mixed messages and taking my limited money.  I decided to visit my parents for the summer, hoping to move back in the autumn, but things did not work out.  My health was more tenuous than I realized.  I found myself going to holistic practitioners, but nothing seemed to work.  There were accidents, slight motor vehicle accidents, but causing discomfort and pain.  Chiropractors were next and then spiritual healers.  All this time, my reading and searching for answers continued.

In time, my health began to slowly improve.  One doctor presented me with a likely diagnosis, chronic fatigue syndrome, a new combination of symptoms that was met with resistance by much of the medical profession.  Most doctors felt that depression was the cause of the syndrome.  They did not realize that the body becomes depressed with so much else is going on.  Today some of us know these “symptoms” as Ascension flu.  You may have seen some of the lists, but here are a few of the symptoms that I experienced through the years — headaches, general feelings of toxicity, stomach irritability, and long-term diarrhea, sensitivity to foods, chemicals, smells, sounds and light; aches and pains throughout the body, especially in certain points in the connective tissue of the muscular structure.  Swollen glands, long-term fatigue, depression, short-term memory loss, “fogginess”, having a need for lots of sleep, were some of the other symptoms.  Lists have been developed now, but none existed when these symptoms manifested for me, some 26 years ago.  To make things worse, I looked just fine.  Except for being somewhat thin for a while and then gaining weight, I looked quite normal.  There was no obvious disfigurement, no temperature or fever, spots or other signs of disease to indicate my discomfort.  Again, I felt uncomfortably set apart.

As I said, these symptoms slowly began to recede, although I found that I lacked the stamina and endurance of previous years.  I found myself becoming very sensitive to the moods and tides of my body, learning to give myself time to rest when I needed it.  I turned to gardening and walking as gentle exercise, slowly getting stronger until I was able to begin hiking again.  Having the ability to get out into the wilds really helped; I began to truly heal and grow stronger, inside and out.

While these things were happening, I was still living with my parents.  Oddly enough, while I moved home in order to find a short-term refuge, I ended up taking care of my parents who were both experiencing their own health issues.  So what was to be a visit of a couple of months, ended up to be a stay of nine years.  In this time, I underwent some more healing of the wounds from childhood.  I found my anger and my voice and was able to express myself to my mother and father.  I found an inner well of fire and courage that helped to burn off some of the shame.  I began to understand that I was not to blame for what had happened.  Still there was a deeper level of healing that needed to happen but not just yet.

Before he died, my father was able to ask forgiveness.  I was grateful to have the opportunity to undergo this healing act, as not many people are willing to take the step towards acceptance of an apology.  My mother was unable to face her own guilt in the acts that had occurred.  When asked why she had stayed with her husband, she replied that the counselor had suggested it.  And my mother’s own fear of her ability to survive without a husband prevented her from striking out on her own or with us, her children.  She was also fearful of what people would say.  She grew up in a time when people just did not get a divorce, unless they were in some way “sinful.”  Even when her own brother got a divorce from my aunt, she could not face the truth that people sometimes grow out of a relationship and there is no blame.

There was another thing that bound all of us together on unseen levels — love.

When my mother died my father went into complete dementia within two weeks of her passing; he had lost his anchor.  My father and mother had been married for 54 years, not always a happy couple, but devoted to one another in their own way.  My father suffered a series of tiny strokes, although Alzheimer’s was given as the cause for his deterioration.  I feel it was really strokes and perhaps long-term exposure to powerful chemicals used in his work environment that destroyed his fine mind, for one day he collapsed to the ground outside the house.  The next morning, at the hospital, he told me that he would give up driving.  He knew it wouldn’t be safe for him anymore.  This is not the reasoning of a man with Alzheimer’s.  Up until two weeks before he died, we were able to have little conversations.  We understood each other. He had forgotten my name, but he knew me still.

One day, I received a phone call at work from the nurse at the Alzheimer’s Unit where I had left my father.  He had fallen out of bed and was unresponsive.  Fortunately, the hospital where he was taken was a short walk away from the office.  I arrived at the emergency room within a half hour and sat down beside my father in his cubicle in the emergency room.  He was talking to me within twenty minutes of my arrival, responding to me just being there.  And when I visited him at the Alzheimer’s ward he spoke about all the crazy people.  He became more child-like as the months progressed.  Who could hate a man like this?

Alzheimer’s or whatever my father was stricken with, finally attacked his body systems.  He began to develop jaundice and then swallowing problems; aspiration pneumonia developed as a result.  One day he fell into a coma from which he was never to emerge.  I came to sit by his bed as he lay there, silent, not responding this time.  It was late and I went home.  Just near midnight, the night nurse called.  My father had passed away.  He had been given a tiny dose of morphine for comfort, and within minutes was gone.  I dressed and prepared to drive back to the nursing unit.  As I drove my car out of the apartment complex, I felt a Presence over-light me.  In my heart,  I knew that it was the Soul of my father.  It thanked me for taking care of him during his illness and in the years before.  Despite the pain I still felt, I was glad that I had done these things.

And this was not the end of the story.  A couple of years later, I was reading a book, I think by Kryon, where there was an explanation of soul contracts.  Suddenly I realized what had happened between my parents and me, during all those long years – a soul contract.  The abuse, the shame and pain that I had endured and processed through the years was my offering to life, for coming into an understanding and finding forgiveness in my heart towards the perpetrator, I was able to transform the experience into Light.

I realize that there will be people who insist that I did the wrong thing to stay with my parents, to forgive, to love them despite what had been done to me.  However, I have found that each one of us is a unique being, with our own way of coping with the world.  Some of us find love and forgiveness through pain; still others attempt to escape through drugs, denial, alcohol, sex, work and other addictions.  Each of us has our own journey, our own purpose, our own lessons that we are here to learn; one cannot judge another from our own perspective.  We each have our own work to do.

Daily in my present job, I see people who made wrong choices.  Some of them are in denial, some suffer from mental illness, some have found peace and redemption – all have been condemned by society for being criminals, yet they are human beings.  Within myself, I have found a well of compassion and love that flows out daily, quietly to these forgotten ones.  I know what it is to suffer, even at my own hands – I have walked through the Valley of the Shadow of Death and still live.

Truly as I have written these words, I feel the healing continue.  I am coming to realize that we are all One.  What one person suffers, we all suffer.  What I went through, the healing that I have undergone, is healing for others, too.  Together we will heal ourselves and our world and step forth into a New Day which holds Light, Love, harmony, beauty, peace and abundance for all.  We will get there one step at a time, through the practice of forgiveness, for ourselves and for those who have trespassed against us, for the Creator and his angels love us no matter what we do or have done.  Through my own experience, I have come to realize that humans judge themselves and each other more harshly than ever would an angel of God.  Let us come together as One people and heal the wounds that divide us.

Be at peace, my dear brothers and sisters,


Post Script: Many years later, I’m discovering my father was a starseed from the Pleiades who, when young, was abused by his step-father and deeply programmed through an arm of the Freemasons.  He never tried to harm me, although many would call the sexual abuse harm.  When he was very old, I took care of him and my mother.  And now, in checking, I find he is in the healing houses of Arcturus, receiving deep healing to prepare him to re-blend with his Pleiadian self.  He will not have to return to Earth.  There is much relief in learning this as he was essentially a good man, although severely damaged during his childhood.

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Eliza: Why Blue Dragon Journal?



Why “Blue Dragon Journal”?

I came up with this title through much inner reflection and meditation.  Well, actually I came up with my blog’s title by remembering a story told to me by a friend and mentor, L—, a few years ago.   I had scheduled a reading with L—-.  The first thing she began to tell me was that I had been a dragon.  At first I was both puzzled and confused.  “A dragon, but that’s a beast.” I thought.  Then she began to tell me about the Dragon culture. 

We lived on a beautiful planet.  Our race had no weapons, did not fight any wars and we traded with our galactic neighbors.  Our people were highly talented artists and artisans and our work was highly prized by our trading partners.  Ours was a highly cultured civilization.  We had musicians, poets, healers, teachers and artists. 

We were humanoid in that we walked upright and we could shape shift into a completely human body.  We were beautiful with soft short colored fur covering most of our bodies.  I was a blue dragon, like Saphira, from the novels of ___.  Like other reptilian type life forms, we were born and raised up in “nests” having several nest mates as friends and relatives.  Often we had more than one mate and were a highly sensuous people.  As a culture, we were happy and content.    And then we were invaded. 

First, they came as potential trading partners, but then we slowly began to realize that the invaders meant to take over our world.  Many of our people died in the first wars but not all.  Still, change was inevitable.  I died in the first wars and returned, incarnating as a young warrior dragon.  Our people were resisting the invaders and had to learn the arts of war very quickly but not all of us were very wise to the ways of evil. 

As a young, strong and very cocky female warrior, I was given leadership over a small number of scouts and assassins.  We struck hard and fast and achieved many small victories for the dragons.  Then disaster struck.  My team was surrounded and all of us captured alive.  We were vaguely aware of the consequences of being taken but had no idea as to the extent of the cruelty of our captors.

As the leader of the squad, I was forced to watch each of my team tortured before me.  One of them was the embodiment of Laura, my sister dragon, a nest mate.  It was more torture for me to watch what was happening to them, especially Laura.  In those long moments, I began to internalize feelings of guilt for having made the mistake of being captured. 

L—- died.  Then it was my turn.  I will not go into details about how we were tortured, but it was vicious.  After being physically assaulted and raped in every orifice, my dragon skin was stripped from my body, bit by bit and replaced by the reptilian skin of the interlopers. 

Yes, they were reptilians, but so diametrically opposed to us in vibration as to cause pain when we came into physical contact with them.  Imagine then how it felt to have my own skin replaced with the foreign material of the others.  Screaming in pain, I went crazy and beat my head against the metallic walls of my cell, finally bleeding to death. 

My next adventure was on the same planet, but as a dragon rider, not a dragon.  Laura did not go into as much detail about this particular life, but I thought it interesting as I loved the books related to dragon riders.

L—- did go on to tell me that the invaders made very sure to completely eradicate every vestige of the Dragon culture.  It was as if they did not desire there to be any reminder that a dragon race had existed in a peaceful manner.  It was like we, the Dragon peoples, were an affront to their negatively charged reptilian minds and egos. 

I had many more readings from L—-, but do not presently remember any of the stories.  Since then, I have had some readings from other people and have learned, bit by bit, more of my own story.

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