How are you, dear readers? I am in the process of working on a new chapter for my big book, and taking some time out of my day to reflect on the time that it’s taken me to write what I’ve already written… and I wonder, you must have been busy too, writing the next chapter of your story. Are you in a quandary about where to lead your plot? Are your characters developing to your satisfaction? What about the timeline of events… is it progressing apace? I have been stymied long enough at the work before me and have finally thought, “Enough is enough, time to get this show on the road.” So I am gearing up to type out some more paragraphs and post them in the next few weeks, as they become binary-coded into form. You see, it has the mysterious feeling of something that has already been written, but hasn’t yet been “written.” Do you feel that about your own story, or are you looking at a blank page wondering what to put on it at all? Let me share my professional opinion about the writing process, summarized briefly: It’s a bright day when the sun shines on my face, but the dark illuminates just as clearly when the words start flowing, black ink on white paper. In short, I have learned to enjoy the flow of words (even if they make no sense) and immerse my mind in the point of nothing while the writing takes form. I read it when I’m done and see where I have gone while waiting for the words to show up. Then I feel what you must feel, dear readers… a sense of “Aha!” and the need to read things over a few times, and a growing appreciation for what the Renegades and crew have to share with us all.

I have been waiting to write, not because there’s been anything in my way, but because the words have not flowed for reasons beyond my ken. You may understand such a feeling, when you look at things you know you have to do and yet, there’s no movement. I could force the issue, but that isn’t how this relationship has developed between me and my literary muse. The Pleiadians are patient and even if they have something to share, it comes when the time is right. Ask anyone who’s waited for a personal message from them. Sometimes it’s lightning fast, sometimes they wait to drop the words until the most opportune time for them to be received. So now we must be in a receptive mood, for here are more words from them, and a call for us to get in touch with ourselves, and each other, through our soul connection. I felt currents of energy saying, yes, it’s time… this is the next step for us all in communicating! I have no idea where it’s leading, but to say it’s forward, upward, beyond where we are now. In the right direction.

So tell me, my friends… are you online on the soul network? Hello… we have a lot to talk about.

Massive outpourings of blood nearly wiped humanity off the star map. It totally destroyed cultures and minds and dotted the stars with tiny outposts of those survivors who kept themselves as one during their escape and settlement. The lives of the humans who remained on the planets overtaken by the reptilian aggressors might as well have ended in physical death. A drastic and severe program of genetic degradation was implemented as a method of control. Resources were poured into scientific research on cloning, mind control, covert surveillance and brain-food growing, reducing the developmental potential and blossoming of the people. Over several generations, the changes were so noticeable you would think it was a new species. Mutations affected not only fertility but also normal brain development, brain function, demonstrative ability as to affection and compassion, and the development and functionality of biological systems. Your fear of what you call “grey aliens” sources from this knowledge, which is embedded in the collective consciousness of humanity as a race. What happened on other planets is now waking these racial memories in your people of Earth as it becomes increasingly apparent that a similar attempt is being undertaken here. You have the benefit of a new age coming into form on a cosmic scale, which saves you untold IQ takedowns, lovelessness and eventual regret. The greys you see portrayed all around you are messengers of a most candid sort. Let them show you what could happen if things really get out of hand and the dragons maintain control and decide not to leave. You are looking at a possible future you. Now, how to avert that scenario is as follows. You must learn to implement your otherwise dormant energy as a crowbar to dislodge your stuckness from the reality you’re in and sneak a peek at the reality you want to be in. You have the ability to mold your energy into any shape you like. Greet your future self. See a mirror before you. Look into it. Who greets you, and with what name do they call you? Now, let us begin to lay out a scenario for you to try. This is a taste of a possible future for your race, based on your soul’s emergence into the higher dimensions of creation of OM.

The wars are behind you. The days of bloodshed are gone. You are living and breathing on a planet far away from where you had known yourself as a human of sadness and renegade nothingness. A dream of that life dissolves as you awaken to a morning of cool breeze, north-rising sun and sweet people’s voices greeting you in camaraderie and peace. Near you is a most beautiful new creation of your heart’s desire. Beside you, fragments of yesterday’s cares melt away like snow in sunlight. Flowers of great beauty bloom outside your window. You concentrate on what you want to appear on your breakfast table and walk out to your kitchen to find all you need to prepare it. Quarter of calm peace are you, a drastic change from who you were on Earth of many conflicts. Place and time have made you whole, created in you new abilities, brought to your attention new talents and new perfection of being. You, as yourself on your home planet of the stars of the distant Pleiades, are another person in many ways. You are happy about your life situation. Drops of nectar wash over your eyes as you behold the dot of color of a flower, reminding you of Earth’s beauty and repairing your energetic damage from lifetimes of abuse. Love creates, condenses light, and arranges it as you will. Dream becomes real as easily as real becomes dream. Happiness is as attainable as breath. Dreams are not nightmares. Crowning you with coronets of light are your thoughts and dressing you are your dreams. All of your demons from your 3-D existence have been loved into friends and your nightmares calmed into a collection of dross, old beliefs and habits you dropped a long time ago, dross you collected to create a new belief set from and thus transform into light. You are a master of drawing your energy into a density of pure light and rim of OM, and dreaming is one way you use for creating your reality. You also draw, write, visualize, build, paint, sing, dance and denote in everything you do. Now you have created a world of beauty, harmony and peace, one in which mere thought certainly not only needs no work to make it become real, it also needs no time. Your needs are all met as soon as they are recognized, and your desires, wishes and dreams are, too. Creating anything is as easy as concentrating on it. Brought into being are a myriad of delightful things, people, situations and outcomes, all designed by your soul to carry you forward in your soul’s journey to wholeness in aspect and integrity of expression. Could you ever have imagined it? Yes. Could you ever have created it before you dropped out of 3-D Earth and made a decision to be here, really, on this Pleiadian planet? Yes. Could you ever have believed it? Yes. All things are possible anytime on the level of thought manifesting reality. However, when you are in the loop of time, to create things can take some time to come together. That is the only difference and the only practical force preventing you from living the life you imagine.

from Opalescence: A Renegade Pleiadian Guide to Divinity
copyright (c) 2011 Maryann Rada

Life you need to see as sacred. It is, but you are quite off-track if you also maintain the idea that life is only a function of Earth’s planetary station. It is not exclusive to Earth, nor is the idea of nature being part of a terrestrial cage. Precious is life, yes, and abundant. You are boldly approaching an era in which notions of exclusivity are pensively to be considered as retarding your ability to create anything at all — even life in the form of a viable baby. Here begins our bedtime story to repair your fear of the dark.

Far away from the round ball of Earth are stars which appear as tiny dots of light but which are in truth each bigger than your quite tiny ball of rock. Because these lights appear to be natural bright specks in the night sky, no one on the rock questioned the spacetoid even though last time it appeared in the sky it caused total annihilation of the civilizations then flourishing on Earth. Consequently, no one really paid attention to the few who aroused alarm about its anticipated sadistic looming nearing. Consequently, no one but some few cared very much when things came falling.

And fall they did. Tiny lights began to fall out of the sky. Certainly pests, but not a concern to the numb masses. Making mountains out of molehills, doubters asked questions, and a great part of the caring ones told the stories they remembered and started a world war on the level of CIA Disinformers and Truthtellers. And within each were factions, duplicitous pawns, and so-called “spacetoid freaks” making pressing announcements about the incoming asteroid… or whatever it was.

Amid the clamor, natural processes kept progressing, making more and more people spacetoid loons. Many of Pleiadian descent awoke to their starry origins, as did many others of various brothers-and-sisters-of-the-sky origins. The awakening descended from pulsations of photonic energy from the sun, filtered through the cross-linked matrix strands of particulate matter. Great rumblings were felt far and wide, on the ground and within people’s minds. Things shifted everywhere, and nowhere was change not felt. Issuing from the planet was a massive “Yes, we are ready!”

Then the spacetoid came. It was heralded by the appearance in the sky of a round ball of light. People and the planet and all the creatures on it doubted no longer that the day of transformation had finally arrived. Loud and fast came the cries from the hearts of men — you soon will hear them. Then, long rows of modular craft raced across the sky. Quietly, down they came. Very nice were the people who appeared, gracious and beautiful, people who looked just like those of Earth but far more beautiful than any you have ever seen.

Many disappeared that day, and many remained. All those who left were aware they were to leave, long before. All those who remained were transformed. Some needed to malevolently scream out at those who left that they were abandoning them to a horrible death. Some addressed the brothers and sisters as deity or angelic beings. Squadmen were scrambled to take up arms against them, win another war, kick some alien butt. But against them none were willing to fight. None could comprehend quite how, but these creatures sorted out who was who and perfectly matched their frequencies to create a field of love which no weapon could combat. The nearest got the same as the furthest, and less was given to none.

Dramatic, isn’t it? But wait, we continue.

Beautiful and orderly was the way the day unfolded. Beautiful and orderly was the way people felt in the presence of these beings. Beauty and order drew beauty and order, and chaos became dressed in royal robes of light. Laughter and singing took the place of cries for help against the darkness which was felt by all who had lost peace in those days before the spacetoid appeared. All the scary stories were forgotten, all the monsters banished, and space offered certainty of life, love, and the light of God’s real score of Nine.

Now, stories like this are most fanciful and need clarification to be understood. More than a few on Earth believe great changes are in the offing, and more than a few rightly believe a heavenly object will come devastatingly close to the planet, probably before our book rates number one on the bestseller list. Often, predictions of doom are made by prophets or seers, but not very often are predictions made on drastic events by only dreamers or children. But recently you have heard just such big things being dreamt about and spoken about by our tiniest people quite spontaneously, quite isolated from each other, quite candidly. More you will hear of soon. Other locked realities will be unlocked soon, and other openings open, too.

an excerpt from my book in progress, Opalescence: A Renegade Pleiadian Guide to Divinity
copyright 2011 (c) Maryann Rada

“Bring on the interstellar contact!” seems to be the vibe of the day. Bring on the reunion with our family! I greet every day with these thoughts, among others, and though there has been no grand light show in the skies above me, there has been plenty happening within in the past … ah, well, just lately, I guess. It’s like this: I am a different person in the morning than I was from the person I was who went to sleep the night before, and by the next night I’m a different person yet again. It’s a moment-by-moment thing anymore, and I’ve found that in letting go of whatever it was I was just remembering from my past, I more easily move from moment to moment. I don’t let it all go to the extent that I can’t remember what’s going on, but I do let go of the importance of the events, and the essence of what it was about settles into the background like color in a painting. No worries, no fire in the bones, no regrets. It’s a constant exercise in allowing what was to ripen into the threads of wisdom and trust that the important information has been assimilated deep down in the internal processes of the heart and mind.

I imagine it must be like that for a person who is in transition from one dimensional experience of living to another. I am feeling this to be my experience so this is what I shall use as an example. It feels like there is little left to do but to relate to the world from the point of view of who I am in the process of becoming rather than on the patterns of who I have always known myself to be. I no longer internalize my experiences as things that are happening to me in an endless string of memories of various emotional states. Instead, I let the moment unfold and watch the emotional potential take wing, like opening the lid of a box of butterflies and seeing them all take wing. You must have realized that we are all in this process, somewhere along the continuum of being, and eventually all of us will be removing the veil of forgetfulness and not-deserving… and instead the truth of the matter is that while each of us breathes, we have power to change the world. It is possible, despite the darkness we’ve become accustomed to seeing.

When I first started posting messages from the group of people who call themselves the Pleiadian Renegades, I never thought putting a few notes online would lead to the creation of the network of websites and people that it has. Three years and a half later, I am awe-struck at what the Pleiadians have given to us all. Every word is alive and I am part of the process every time I write. Being the conduit for their messages is hardly a passive experience! I am more and more a part of a timeless tribe, realizing my own part in a continuum of energy that unfolds in each communication and consciousness sharing. I can feel a place at their side, and I am sure you can too, where the truth of their words is tangible, open, and welcoming.

How many of us for whom the Renegades’ words bear deep resonance of the OM of home have known that, eventually, we would reorganize from the scattered divisions of life’s streams in the days leading up to our reunion with a greater soul family? I have heard from many of you that this has been so. Greater harmony exists under the current undercurrent of anarchy and chaos that sweeps across the globe, and despite outer appearances, people are more empowered—within—than ever before. I saw recently a post, somewhere, that said when there’s nothing left to lose, there’s nothing left to fear. We are all facing the loss of a way of life we’ve grown accustomed to, there’s no denying. The world has changed too much for that not to be true. However, just because the world around us is falling apart in one way or another doesn’t mean that a new world isn’t waiting to be born, and if we are watching ourselves fall apart in one way or another, it’s just as true that there may well be another humanity on the brink of being.

This is how I’m choosing to look at things, anyway.

Back to the Pleiadians. For a long time we’ve heard the mantra “soon… soon…” regarding their eventual appearance on the shores of our reality. Discussions about disclosure, viral videos of lights in the skies, admissions of belief in the existence of extra-planetary sentient life from ordinary folk all the way up to the Pope… these are just some of the signs bolstering the belief in contact soon to come. Not to mention crop circles, channelings, bestselling novels and blockbuster (or bust) movies and “programs”, some benign and some not so much. Yet, balancing that, there is evidence of secret goings-on in the shadowy halls of underground bunkers and high-rise boardrooms, strange sights in the skies that just might be secret projects and stories of high weirdness possibly related to those things we ordinary folk aren’t supposed to know about. It’s enough to shake one’s confidence, and yet… there is still this gnawing knowing that won’t go away, this coherence of particulate light that sometimes grips my spine when I get a glimpse of some truth of a greater existence that had been forgotten in the scramble to stay on my feet in the maelstrom of modern life on Earth. Do you get that? Echoes are everywhere and they too are gathering coherence, pulsating from the caverns of timeless memory outside of our present drama and tickling into life an inkling that things as they are won’t be that way for much longer. The rhythm of the planet is picking up, the cadence of truth is gaining some torque, and despite the best-laid plans of mice and men, there’s really no telling what’s going to happen next.

Well, not exactly. We can say with confidence that we have a rough idea, and discreetly hide the fact behind our backs that we really believe that a greater plan is about to hatch in a big way to change everything to our collective benefit, and beyond. That’s what’s been going on in our faces all along, isn’t it? After all, it’s what we’ve heard from the Voice of Authority for a long, long time. “I am confident…”, “Everything is fine…”, “There is nothing to fear…”. Are you confident that everything is fine, despite flood, fire, and famine tearing down the structures of recognizable reality? Are you without fear, knowing there’s a bigger picture than the one flashing violently on the computer screen or tv? Most “aware” people have been practicing the vocabulary of empowerment, thereby exercising faith in the love and intelligence and benevolence of something greater than the individual in isolation from the Self or Soul or Godhead, or some such arrangement of words. Perhaps, just perhaps, this has been the whisper of Nemesis teaching us a new mantra. One man’s lie is another man’s truth, and vice-versa, and the truth is open for any of us to claim.

As I’ve written the Renegades’ messages over the years, their words and the energies behind them have tested my limits in so many ways, pulling me to the edge and oftentimes past what I believed I could bear with my faith, my physical being, my ability to love, and my mettle to survive. I don’t feel like I have much of a comfort zone anymore, or a place that feels like home on this world; even that has been drawn so far the picture is over the edge of the page. And that suits me fine in such an anything’s-possible world like the one we are watching crumble and come into being right now.

Something’s on tap that’s been brewing for a long, long time. An interdimensional toast is at hand, my friends, doesn’t it feel that way? Not some manufactured, overblown, tasteless facsimile of the real thing. I mean a refreshingly new reality we’ve had such tantalizing tiny tastes of. Leave the bitter dregs behind. As our hearts are emptied of the stale drafts of a broken world of lies and illusion, may they be filled with the pure streams of loving goodness our souls remember. And if by chance or by design our brothers and sisters from the friendly skies beyond Earth’s now-troubled atmosphere happen to show up, so much the better. When it comes to raising our hands together with full hearts and good cheer, side by side, the more, the merrier.

For now, we have a bit of global ferment to navigate through before we finally touch that sweet wine of remembrance. I’m more than confident that we’ll get there. As sure as the words that have streamed from their cosmic origin have left a trace of nectar in your soul, you’ve tasted that moment, too. Remember the sweetness of home, my friends. It’s not so far away.

How does plutonium make the kind of energies that can tear apart worlds? What is its relationship to love as the body of matter, time, and space? The following excerpt from my book in progress is offered in response to the need for a deeper understanding of the light side of dark and how plutonium, and radioactivity in general, affects the energies of a matrix we fondly call “reality”.

Radiation as consciousness rambling is a concept we not only enjoy but are driven to discuss with the certain planet upon which you reside, brother. Radioactivity fascinates your people. Nature controls radioactivity. When all is in balance, there’s absolutely no danger to the physical form you are encased within. Only the removal of very heavy material from the Earth brings danger close. The manipulation of agents of radioactive nature invites a certain lack of a certain element in the balance of the planet. Radioactive elements, where they occur naturally, serve a very important service by sorting out particles of a certain character and broadcasting them to the area in which they are placed. You might actually be surprised to know that in places of high natural radioactivity, natives who follow traditional ways of living are apt to live to be quite old and robust. Natural radiation is a source of vitality when left alone. The same can be said for Nemesis.

Soul renegades, it seems, are really not bad. Again, when undisturbed, this is true. Anyone who knows the nasty side of someone knows to cordon off all routes to awakening it. Woe to the one who does! Knowledge of charity these ones do not possess. No afterglow of kindness warms their countenance. Such is the nature of Nemesis. Crazy as it seems, certain parts of love at first do not seem very loving, or lovable. Charity one does receive, however, in this little lesson about radiation.

From the beginning of your universe, all of creation balances itself. All things are of a nature which seeks balance, harmony and simplicity. All things are of a fractal nature, too. The anchor to the boat of seeming balance is a page of nonsensical mathematical formulas cascading over the edge of reason and sanity. Rising from the depths of the ocean it powers across is a leviathan against which no vessel can maintain balance: Chaos, satisfied only with distance, power and ramming itself as deeply as it can into a love-doubting area of consciousness. Humans do not understand the outside influence Chaos remains long after your attention has become fixed on marauding distractions. If you did, you would remain a staunch, cozy ally to raggedy old Chaos and have a nothing-but-random attitude yourself. It is the only way to maintain sanity in the multi-dimensional universe you are about to discover.

Lack of information on the nature of multidimensionality, quite rampant in your world, is about to spin you around. Dark and light are about to get a whole lot more interesting. And you are about to be seeing things in a whole new way. Multidimensionality goes further into the void of darkness than you might want to — dreams take on new characteristics, and magic abounds. You will be safe on our little tour, however, so have no fear. Let a reality assemble in which all things are possible. Truly, that is reality’s nature. You are limited only by your belief and your fear. We are ready to gently take you by the hand and lead you to greater understanding of how darkness serves light, how all things are of Source of Love / OM / God, etc. and how salvation from your fear is as easy as surrendering to love and accepting what comes as an answer from paths leading from where you are back home to love. As Asterath, an angel of the dark light, says, “No one can resist the pull of home — it is inescapable. Our job as angels of dark light is to push while angels of light pull.” We quote Asterath because his words bear much weight as a being whose service to OM could easily be doubted, and we like to let things speak for themselves. If we told you that, raising a deeply buried fear at the name “Asterath” might not have occurred, and our job of explaining the nature of radioactivity would have been all the more difficult. Now, however, you are prepared to delve into the density of darkness. So we continue unabated.

Powerful is the source from whence comes the sacredness of love. Sacred is love, and by “sacred” we mean that which has only loving creation as its expression. That which is sacred is all about love as its activity. Sacredness is so empty in density that it is pure possibility, which only begins to describe the dark. As empty of dark matter as is sacredness, as full of dark matter is darkness. So densely packed is the slowed-down energetic mass of particles that no light exists — at least, no light you can see. For encased within every molecule of dark matter gaps a body of love. Your own body is constructed so. It is in this intramolecular web of absence of dark matter that the soul resides. Matrices provide the dimensional framework Nature keeps spinning her portion of the weave upon. And within the void of heaven keeps spinning OM. From the pathways of vibrations emanating from within OM are spun frequency overtones which mingle and vortexes of turbulence in the void of consciousness. Framing the structure of dark matter: Heaven. Reflecting the purity of Heaven: surprise, it’s… plutonium! You might not have been expecting that answer, but we assure you it is true. Another story may help clarify why.

Say you had a lot of material you want to pack in a box. Crush and squish branches of stuff into a manageable pile, then along comes a handy hydraulic press to smash it more. Good enough? No, it still doesn’t fit, so you get a mountain to sit on it for a few patches of time and then check. Small enough now? Not yet, so you call on the forces of electromagnetics to rearrange things at a subatomic level and very tightly pack the particles so that all the space between them is essentially eliminated from the dimensional matrix you’re in. All that’s left is plutonium, the most densely arranged mass of atomic material in the planetary band of reality you know. Crazy as it sounds, the light of the intramolecular gap in the plutonium isn’t really in the plutonium, but leaks into another band of reality alongside yours. This parallel reality is a creation of OM, too, and it too has light in intramolecular gaps and material so dense the light has leaked into your band of reality. It is interesting to see what happens when plutonium is cracked open. The veil between the two realities is ripped apart and a massive amount of energy drafts across and into the other, bringing along with it all the particles and light, and creating a crack which cannot be repaired without some astral intervention by star-making beings.

Every time rapacious astral meddling goes on in the form of nuclear bombs going off, another crack appears. Every time, a sort of crack appears that allows life energy to leak over from your world into another. Your life energy and the life energy of the other side, however, are polar opposites, and the damage done to one world affects both. Both worlds suffer and both worlds die a little with each blast to the integrity of the veil.

Brace yourselves for the appearance of astral beings who arrive to repair the veil and restore order to the worlds on both sides. Left unrepaired, the veil would eventually disintegrate and your world and the other would be no more. What good would that do? None to OM, so repaired it shall be. You are given warning to leave plutonium alone in the fact that it makes you sick to be around it much. However, as only humans know too well, curiosity killed the cat and curiosity is a tricky thing to deny. So along come the star-makers to clean up the mess.

As with all things that make a mess, nuclear energetics contains a golden kernel of truth hard learned. Those people who are burned by radiation are part of the truth. As they died in human form, their soul matrix exploded, and the particles of soul-anchoring light was rearranged on a matrix of dark. Granting such a switch of polarity is OM, which responds to each soul’s darkest yearnings as well as to that which is of the lightest light. For remember, the light within the dark is only a slight dimensional shift away. The souls who are now on the dark-matrix side are doing much to repair the loss of life-force there and are brought there by a soul agreement with OM. None who died in any nuclear blast, who died as a result of disintegration of their bodily integrity, died without the arrangement in place for this transition and soul experience from the deepest source of love. Plutonium in all its forms arranges reality in such a way.

excerpted from the chapter “Creation of Soul”
from Opalescence: A Renegade Guide to Divinity

Copyright 2011 Maryann Rada
All rights reserved

Bright days are drawing near. The cold dark is lifting, shadows are getting shorter by the day, and if you listen carefully you might hear a new song in the air as the Earth begins to stir from its long winter of slumber. The time has begun to turn. Where for long seasons the planet had lain hard and unyielding, or inundated by floods under which there was little room to breathe, now we find fertile ground for new seeds to take root. Recent events unfolding around the world are proving the resilience of life, even in the face of measured attempts to blot out the light of the new day dawning. There’s more than price increases and food shortages at the core of what has become a growing movement to change the systems of control. There’s something intrinsic to the nature of human consciousness that’s fueling revolution now, and it’s bringing with it the sweet sense of bold new life. Baby, it may still be winter (at least for half of the world) but in the hearts of millions – billions – it’s spring!

New life carries codes of regeneration for all, making available the promise of freedom from stale regimes of thought and repressive systems of belief. There is nothing so sacred that it can’t be held up to the scrutiny of a mind free from the reign of fear. How are your beliefs holding up these days? Are they becoming distilled, purified in the warming climate of interdependent humanity? Is love finally starting to make sense as more than a feeling, but a force to be reckoned with? So many questions arising these days, with answers hot on their trail. When it comes to the human heart, it’s all right there for the finding. We don’t have to look any farther than the heart-space to see who, and what, we humans are capable of becoming. There we are, in all our glory, reflecting each other’s brilliance in a perfect lens of great power.

The heart has been struggling to free itself from those thoughts we’ve become used to entertaining about our rights and abilities to express the truth carried within its sacred space. For many, it is more convenient to regard the heart as a volatile arsenal of messy, unpredictable energetic outbursts and keep it under strict control. The mind is not best used to govern the heart, however, and this strategy can lead to tragic, unfulfilling consequences. The mind is better used to choose an angle of reflection and position itself to simplify the heart’s impulses to reveal through the field of understanding the greatest wisdom and intelligence that the heart has to share. The knowledge we’ve gained about the ways of the world will serve for what it’s worth, but knowledge isn’t all it’s cracked up to be. We aren’t the experts we think we are, and “I don’t know” can lead to some pretty interesting facts we hadn’t even dreamed possible in the security of knowing. We don’t know, for example, what exactly will happen tomorrow, even if we have some ideas about it. If we pay attention, by the end of the day we can see that we probably learned a thing or two. We can use what we learn to be clear in saying “I know” when we’ve let go of what prevents the learning. It is the heart that teaches, when the mind relinquishes its hold on believing it knows. There is the path to true knowingness.

For many months, we have been in an acceleration of becoming, and you may have noticed that the knowing of your inner guidance system has primary placement in front of the knowing of what has been ingrained through blind repetition. We all are in the midst of becoming more intuitive. We are waking up, more and more. It has become apparent lately that there will be more change, more unrest, and more truth known as the days progress during this time of universal stirring of the human psyche. There is nothing to fear. There is everything to gain. Look to each other and together we will all find our heart’s answers.

I’ve not been much for keeping in touch over the last year, messages from the Renegades and Anica being few and far between. This time last year, I was about to enter into an initiation like none other, and it has been a long one. Over the course of the year, I watched one manifest reality die and another come to life… you can read in previous messages that my son’s father succumbed to cancer early in 2010, after a long and tumultuous period of transformation for everyone involved. To have passed through that experience, of putting pain and resentment aside and to find the core of love to hold onto in the face of death, to know life forever is changed, was something that struck me to the core, shattered every vestige of reality I had built as familiar and safe, and presented me with nothing but the only thing that remains after such an ordeal… love. My son and I poured ourselves into healing, restructuring our physical reality as best we could, and looking forward to a new day.

As the Pleiadians have written many times, love has a way of finding you when you least expect it. Sometimes there is a realization that someone you correspond with casually is really a true friend, and sometimes you cross paths with a person whose soul you recognize as your own. This has always been considered a rare thing, but I believe it happens more and more, because I see it happening more and more. Then it happened with me: The friend whose loving support and gentle encouragement I had known for years as familiar and safe, yet distant, came into crystalline focus as a catalyst who redefined love into something completely new, yet powerfully eternal… and suddenly everything changed, again. Hazy dreamlike memory shifted into reality as with a few words he reminded me of who he was, and with the inevitable acceleration truth affords, finally I find myself at home in love. Total destruction, total rebirth. Sorry for all the offline time, but it’s really been a busy year!

So life in general has completely restructured itself. I know that’s true across the board, and there are few who wouldn’t look back on 2010 and say the same. The work I do is part of that restructuring, and it promises to continue in a form that will, I hope, be a reflection of the growth that the year’s tailspin has yielded. What that will ultimately look like remains to be seen. Some things are kept secret even from me, until the time for unveiling is whispered. Tap tap, it’s time to write a message. Anica has been busy with me, too, and so have her friends. I’m eager to see and to share what soon develops from her! I offer now a rather intense personal message to you from the Pleiadian Renegades, which was transmitted to me in these hours of the solstice, the dark hours of the night before the dawn of December 21, 2010, with great urgency and clarity. And love. Always love.

During the silence, there has been much movement. After the silence breaks, there will be much movement. In this stillness of solstice, when the planet is suspended in the pause of an in-breath, I invite you to savor the words of the Renegades, and I wish you all the warmth of kindness, the light of understanding, and the power of grace to grow within and between you through the days of the coming year.

In peace,
Maryann

Love is a funny thing. First it sneaks up on you, then it says “Boo!” If it’s like everything else that is sneaky and surprising, it’s at least the one among them that eventually stops being scary. When the time is right, the winds shift a little bit and blow away the cobwebs of the past and bring some unexpected surprises. This too is love — change — and when fear goes out the window, it’s a lot easier to find the love in all things. Mastering the art of staying on that particular wavelength of consciousness is what this game of life is all about, it seems to me. What else could be more important, that doesn’t have its basis in that? Nothing that’s worth life lived in fear, I say.

Here the story begins anew, the last chapter having closed with a bittersweet lesson in following the wind of change, finding that maybe it was blowing a little too hard, and losing the path for a while on the way to true soul fulfillment. Now the dust has settled and I see where I have arrived: at the doorstep of the beginning again, this time with the wind under my wings and not at my back. Now I fly.

This may sound cryptic. The truth is simple, though. Like many of you who read these words, the past several years have had more than what seems a fair share of trouble and heartbreak, struggle, sacrifice, disappointment, and loss. More than a few people have written to me with questions about how to deal with the turbulence and pain, and I have had plenty of questions of my own. The answers have always come through with great compassion, saying that integration of the fractured soul needs first understanding as vital to everything. Heal old wounds. Bring together your shattered sense of self. Let go of outworn modes of belief. Be open to change. These themes have resounded in my own experience as much as anyone’s, with painfully acute awareness focused on being fully willing to live the messages as they have come through. So I have let go of what I thought love to be, I have gathered — and am gathering — those aspects of self that cry out in pain for peaceful integration into wholeness, I have lived the life of the brokenhearted, as we all have, and found the peace that comes with forgiveness. I fervently hope that as much as the communications of wisdom have helped me weather the recent times of uncertainty and imprisonment in structures of thought and final lessons, that they have been of service to each of you as well.

And now the last vestiges of that period of testing and finishing old business comes swiftly to a close. Do you feel it? Maybe a little bit, maybe more. The wind has picked up and this time it’s blowing the nonsense out of the way. Now there will be little doubt about the change that’s in the air. We are all, to some extent, feeling the shift from mortality to opalescent light-filled existence, into feeling what fully human really means. Past life and death itself are impelling each of us toward healing. The time of integration has begun in earnest. And love reverberates in every moment. Listen with your heart, if you have trouble hearing its subtle vibration.

Being on the cusp of a new world puts us all in the unique position of having no real expectations. There is no record available found anywhere to describe what comes next. We have all been waiting, hearing over and over about the change that is coming. I think change is upon us. I think, like love, it snuck up on us, and is finding us, each one of us, to bring us together in our wholeness, as individuals, souls, family, humanity. And I think, like love, change will stop being scary once we relax about it, and embrace it fully, fearlessly. It is only the soul that is tapping us on the shoulder, after all.

Hello again. I have been checking in as often as I can to stay connected to the pulsations of light from the collective, but circumstances have kept me, for the most part, silent. The man who had been the prime catalyst for my transformation during these past few years is suddenly absent from my side. My path these past months has been through the unpredictable darkness of the valley of the shadow of death, and every ounce of my energies has been directed at navigating towards hope, towards life. Grief sneaks behind me and from time to time overwhelms me. I am so grateful for this community. I welcome you all again, new members and old, and introduce myself to a new reality.

Six years ago I received an unexpected interdimensional communication that in six weeks from my birthday I would be meeting someone very special, and on March 10, 2003 I met Don — appropriately enough, at a weekend channeling workshop in Sedona with Barbara Marciniak. Kismet. With our first words to each other at a quick lunch break, lifetimes of memories obliterated everything around us as we recognized and reconnected through what appeared to me as an ephemeral but very real tunnel of light. Literally. Everything else disappeared, just for that brief sharing of memory. (His first words to me: “You were a witch, and you were burned at the stake,” to which I responded, “Yes, and you didn’t help me, did you?” Thus an old romance began again.) It was a strange moment outside of time, yet so familiar I knew it was a divine setup. Three months later, we were sharing a loft in Florida, and the following May we welcomed — surprise! — a son into the world. Three years later, we followed Don’s dream and moved to the smoky blue mountains of Appalachia, and three years after that, cancer finally gained the upper hand. As I explained to our son, Daddy’s body broke and wasn’t strong enough to hold his spirit any more. He left this world, and left me completely transformed. Last week, crying, I screamed my pain up to the sky, “You left me alone on this planet again!” But not quite alone. I have a sidekick this time, an old teacher come to me in the form of a little boy, my son.

Everything is suddenly different, and understandings are falling into my consciousness likes bricks on my head. The pain of separation can literally rip the fabric of your being apart, I have discovered, so I allow the pain to diminish and call on peace and tenderness in my healing. I have not known pain like this before, not when my father died, not even with the miscarriage. It is an excruciating process, yet the reality of love is everywhere alive, fear long since forgotten. These months have pushed me to the limits of endurance on every level, squeezed out every ounce of what was within me that is no longer needed for my journey. The mysteries love shares through death are surprising, powerful, pure, and memory comes alive with teachings. Don always said, whatever you have to say, ask is it true, is it kind, is it necessary? If it isn’t all three, don’t say it. I share this with you, from him. It is one of the many beautiful things he shared with people he met on this earthwalk. May the words serve you well.

Now is a time for release and healing, and I surrender to it. This is a process that cannot be rushed. I welcome the consciousness of love to fill the big emptiness. After the fine-tuning is done, communication will begin anew. In the meantime, I wish you all peace.