2013 and It’s Getting Later…

Like many people looking at the calendar and wondering what the heck is happening in this time of global change, I have some thoughts about the state of the world. What is happening with the sun, the weather, the earth, the social order…. all this is troubling to me and to many. Yet on another level of awareness, I know that everything is working out for the soul of humanity to experience the most remarkable transformation into understanding its innate divinity and expressing that in a way that will forever be remembered as a new birth for the planet. But for now, to look around, there are some troubling things going on. What to do in the face of them? Not get overwhelmed, and not shut down. Remember that your experience of healing is connected to a greater collective consciousness which is also healing. Your awareness and mindfulness in moving through your own buried trauma, however small, your realization of your own power to transform your life, is going to ripple into that collective and have an impact on the whole. Remember that, and be encouraged.

Trying to keep balanced with the knowledge that there’s a bigger picture I’m not fully aware of, I have nonetheless watched with increasing alarm the situations playing out that are bringing to the surface aspects of human experience most in need of healing. Brutality. Toxicity. Hypocrisy. Cruelty. For example, last week’s big news story: Now that the women in Cleveland are free from their decade-long horror of exploitation, how will they integrate their experience and heal from it? What they lived through is beyond the ability of most people to even approach comprehending. How are we as the ones witnessing it going to process a level of pain and inhumanity this unfathomable? How can <em>you</em> release your own pain of isolation, slavery, powerlessness, pain? I have been watching the recognitions coming out of this event, and working on my own inner pain with the awareness of connection to the global consciousness of enslavement that has been part of our culture, overtly and covertly, for much too long. It is not easy to confront, but doing the work is what leads to being free for everyone. I am humbled to participate in this collective healing, brought into focus by these survivors, these great souls.

This is just one example. There are so many these days to choose from. We could use them as crowbars to wrench ourselves as a people free from the hidden bonds of night. Is it useful to apply what we witness to bring ourselves into alignment with our soul’s plan, and the plan of the soul of the planet? Can greater understanding be found in exploring our own pain? How do you deal with the distress that comes up on your screen? It’s necessary to take a clear and honest look at what is dying in our world to be ready to welcome rebirth. It is time to let go of the pain that has caused so much degradation, so much poisoning of our people and our world, and to do what we can do to stay above the level of worry about what might happen, or what is happening that we have no control over. You are the only one who can help yourself come out of the darkness of sleep. In sharing the light you discover in healing, in bringing together the shattered aspects of self living in this world of 3D, you help.

To open up this discussion further, I invite you to engage in some of the groups going on at the O9 website, and to create new groups to stimulate a greater healing with the community. Bring your fears and your hopes, your concerns and observations. Post videos, photos, words, music to enrich understanding and transformation. Share what you know! Every voice is precious. This is the time for bringing it all together and out in the open. Remember: The site exists for you, in resonance with the deep vibration of love that the League of Light have been opening up for us all. Take advantage of what’s there and create it to be what serves the collective of humanity in this time of transformation.

I wish you all peace and wholeness.

Take Pause

Seeing what’s happening now, on the world stage, gives an idea of what transformation is. It’s happening at all levels and lately, that’s right in front of everyone’s eyes. If it gets to be too much, close your eyes, and connect to the timeless sea of what is inside you. Take a break, before the next wave of change sweeps over everything, to remember where you are, regardless of where you’re standing. Remember that there is nothing else but the hum of beingness and the certainty of existence in every breath. In this, find peace and the impetus to move forward as the day unfolds in front of you. In this, find peace, feel it radiant around you, pulsing itself into the space that you occupy, transforming everything… everything.

I’ve lived through storms and felt the blast of nature full-force tearing comfort apart. So have you. We all face them in some way. Augmented by human hands or not, the changes that are showing themselves upon this planet now are undeniably inescapable. We’ll weather it, though, as we do, knowing that we’re in it together, and that the changes that come — indeed, that are already here — are part of the process of a new reality birthing itself, the order of the ages manifesting through, around, and within us all.

As we take a breath and wait to see what’s next on the cosmic horizon, remember each other and know that there is nothing that can tear any of us away from the soulward journey we are on. I wish you peace and safety, warmth and comfort as day and night unravel a core Now, outside of time, inside the heart. Take a pause as time unravels Now.

Yes, It’s Happening Now

Being in the earthly vibe these days is hard for everyone and impossible to sustain for many. I have heard of lost hope and no future before, but this is serious business to consider right now. In the recent weeks, the social structure has imploded all over the place, the ones with power are enclosing those without, and hard times are getting harder in every sector of society. It doesn’t matter if you work hard or are out of options, it’s getting near impossible to get ahead and feed the hunger that wells up all around. Meanwhile, those with the goods are getting greedy, and it may well prove to be their undoing at a critical point ahead. For now, the suffering for so many is more than I can bear thinking about, mostly for the innocents, the children, and the beaten dreamers of yesterday.

Yet, there is light coming through the darkness, legitimate forays into hope in the form of shifts of power and rationality taking the reins of leadership. You are in for some surprises, I think, and I’m eager to see what could unfold in the coming months. It feels like it’s time for the card house to fall and a new world to be built up, but it has to be timed just right so no one gets misplaced. It’s already started. Once it gets up to full speed, we’ll see the kind of change that has been promised and hoped for for eons of time.

One of the big flashing signs that’s lighting up the way to change just happened over the weekend, in the new moon solar eclipse. The energies it opened up were ready to pour through and we were ready this time to receive them. They will keep coming in and no amount of intentional manipulation of weather, atmosphere, news or anything else can keep them from anointing everyone on this globe. You can refuse them but they will nonetheless soak you. It is time to talk about the future in tones of hope, letting fear have its brief flash in the pan and be gone, and for life to re-establish itself among us and within us. The door is open and it’s staying that way. Home is on the threshold. Sanity has arrived.

There is no point in letting the daily news have more than the moment of grief that the inability of mind to comprehend the bigger picture allows. I feel grief and it is real, for every story that grabs my heart and wrenches it from fiery worlds of Hell into the reality of this world’s insane overlay of heartlessness and waste. Yet this grief doesn’t consume like I expect it to. It burns out some sense of separation from those who are suffering and brings me closer to knowing that it must change, it has to change, there is no option but for everything to change. In that moment of pain from someone else’s entry into loss, I grieve, then grab the energy of that and throw myself into the totality of the consciousness that is love and comfort and peace, taking with me the pain that has touched me. It’s all I can do, but perhaps there is nothing else that we can do but to act in this way, to bring pain into the open heart of the creative mind of divine source itself.

You have my sincere wishes for peace to find you and for grief to evolve into pieces of light, the pure thoughtform energy of light that is the basis of life. May bright mornings come soon to dissolve the dark of doubt and freedom lead us each to the field of a new dawn. I sure am ready, and I know you are too. Grand awakening for the whole planet is almost arrived. In love, I wish you well.

Odd What I See

Looking at the news, the recent headlines are in one sense interesting reading, and in another complete nonsense. The same goes for most of what is coming through alternate media streams, and to me, there is no insanity greater than what is happening right now. It looks like the world is losing its collective mind. I had a vision last night that captured what I’ve been feeling about what I’ve been seeing.

There is a ship and we’re all on it. There is a storm to port, black heavy clouds, loud rumbling winds, a dirty roiling vortex swallowing everything into its bowels. The ship lists to one side as passengers rush to the rail to see the impending catastrophe. It lists further, and the gaping abyss looms closer. Will we perish? Probably. The way people are crowding to see what happens next, it looks like a definite possibility. Where is the crew? They are taking care of their own. Yachts disguised as lifeboats surge away from the scene, the albatross is circling more tightly around our collective neck, and the captain is nowhere to be seen.

I wonder, does everyone want to know what it feels like to be chewed up in the jaws of demons? What the hell is going on? Maybe it’s just a dream, but this isn’t one I think I want to follow. When dreams come dressed as waking reality, it’s time to let the illusion fall away and call it what it is. I don’t know what most of you think about this unfolding scenario being described daily by dreamers and seers, but from where I’m standing, it looks like a lot of manipulation, misunderstanding, and lies. It doesn’t make sense that there are judges ready to whip the banking industry into submission. It looks like people are scuttling off to Paraguay, or wherever they have a sanctuary set up. If that’s the case, that means trouble for the ones left on the ship. Rats don’t jump until the last minute.

I have a suggestion. Step away from the railing and let the ship right itself. We can’t steer it if it gets sucked into oblivion.

I’m standing starboard and from my vantage point, the sea is smooth and there’s land directly ahead. Until you release your grip on the story portside, you won’t know what I’m describing. Cut the anchors caught on the gates of Hell. There’s another path to finding our divinity, another way out of the mess. See the sun? It’s still there, beckoning hearts to shine. Demons dressed in robes of light are eventually going to lose their need for disguise. It will be too late to turn, then.

Turn away from the hype. Hear the sound of your own reality rustling in the waves starboard side. In an instant, things are going to shift. If you anchor your heart within your own understanding, you will find your way without the need for belief in imminent infusions of extraordinary wealth. It is enough to find your own gold in the power of your soul. Do you know what’s happening when you let go of your ability to hear? Will the earth split and swallow you up? Is there a new world to be? You want to believe, as I do, that everything will be all right. I ask again, is it worth letting go of the “truth” that has been handed to you, to receive the bounty of innate power you already own? Do you trust your own beacon to lead you home? Is it possible that the map has been sabotaged and that pirates have cleverly drawn it out of proportion, and that X marks the spot is in invisible ink, seen only by the eyes of higher understanding, of the heart unbound by belief in the latest message the wind brings in?

It’s only a little shift, to step away from the side of the ship that dips perilously close to water’s edge. There is some security in drowning for one who lives a life fouled by fear. That is not the way for humanity, my friends. It is a choice, not a sanctioned fate. Truth does not annihilate anything but ignorance, and ignorance is nothing but the unwilling eyes avoiding unmasking the illusion. It too is a choice. I’m only saying, there is a beautiful harbor and a sparkling horizon if you raise your eyes away from the drama swirling around the world’s feet. Dare to seize the illusion and shake it free from the wakeless dreaming eyes of those who seek safe harbor.

Maybe we have to explore the abyss. Maybe seeing into the face of Nemesis, looking straight at the collective fear, will pop us out into a new and better landscape. Eyes open, feet firmly on deck. We’ll go where we look towards. Yes, we all know the whirlpool of doom is there, acknowledged, check. Now, are you able to let go of the pretty picture, to see if there really is the possibility that it’s hiding something love wants to show you the way out of? Are you listening to the truth your soul whispers to you, directly to you, or are you caught in the music of sirens? Be clear. What are you looking at? What are you listening to? In the movement to get perspective, the whole world might just come to its senses in time to catch a new wind and get on course to higher seas.

The Writer Stays Within

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.

Come to Think of It

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.

Plutonium Moves in Mysterious Ways: Codes of Divinity

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

The Big Shift

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.

Winds of Change

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.

Looking at the Monster of Imperfection

Over the past month, I have been going through some kind of transformation from within the core of my being, and nothing in my path is safe from the fire. It has been getting to the most deeply buried ideas about love that I have ever consciously accessed. How I have experienced it is a fully interactive arcade of imperfections steadily pointing out to me what I am experiencing is a form of imperfection in my concept of myself. For my part, I have rolled up my sleeves and am breaking a lot of belief structures and OM is in the background of it all. If we are all on the verge of finishing our lessons as a planet, it is important that we finish our lessons as they appear from moment to moment throughout the day. It’s not as if this is the final exam, but we do seem to be entering a period of expectancy, open to the possibility for fractalline tangents to our central sphere of beingness to return in full awareness of love. It feels to me like we have been wandering around in circles and have suddenly realized that all the paths we took were each part of a holographic design leading back to the central point of integration.

I haven’t given much thought about how this transformation is going. I’m really just trying to ride it out. It feels like it wouldn’t matter if I knew, anyway. It’s all going to be just fine. First, though, I have to deal with the reality in front of me, and change what I can to bring myself into alignment with the place my soul is driving at. It is the only thing I have any true control over, the way I choose to respond to my reality. It is the only way I can change anything else, is to change it within myself first. Which means I have to look at it and acknowledge its existence before it dissolves into something else. I have learned this from my son, who says if you look at the monsters, they will disappear. It is sage advice.

I have changed what I can in my environment, moving things around, cutting my hair, and forcing myself to savor a cup of tea for a few minutes every day. I enjoy the change in perspective, and the reality I see through this newly focused lens is showing the imperfections starkly in contrast to the picture that pulsates with life in the background of my awareness. I am seeing the energies of change sweeping through as if doing a final check-in before themselves changing into something completely new and unexpected. And the unexpected is probably the only sure thing we can expect.

Which brings me to a topic that has been much on my mind: expectation. It is the step beyond intention. It is the nail the hammer of intention hits. It is the single point toward which desires end before becoming manifest. It comes at me from all sources, and has positioned itself as the governing concept for this particular time and place. Tell me, what do you expect from life? Could it be the thing you say you expect is merely the thing you want? If you really want to see where you have to change in order to get closer in alignment with peace, look at the things in your present reality that you consider points of imperfection. Look at the reactions you allow, the emotional response you choose to fuel, the words you would use to describe the reality imperfections you experience now. Could it be that those are clues to what you truly expect life to throw at you? I look at my own set of circumstances from this lifetime, and I see that I have always expected, in some form, disappointment. This is a powerful frequency modulator, to recognize the true nature of your own expectations. It is from that point that you can apply the logic of a 5-year-old monster fan to good  measure. Look your imperfect self square in the eye and say, without a moment’s hesitation, with a full breath of air, “You are an aspect of my soul that has come home to be loved. Know you are loved and release the frequency you have held. Become pure encodement of love in the form of light, and return to OM.”

It helps to have a laser blaster handy, for any really stuck energies, so says the monster fan. Noted.

I’m blessed to have so many distractions to focus on. I’m getting extra credit for that thought pattern showing up. These are the things I tell myself to get me through the chaos that is coming with the tide of change. The family dinner is at my table this Christmas, and there is a lot to do to get ready for that. It will be good to have a chance to share with my mother what I have learned from her in the kitchen. The tree is up and decorated, the house getting ready for company, and so much going on with the Renegades and the online community of resonance!

NEW DEVELOPMENTS

Translations: I’ve been working under the radar and have a few things to announce, in the spirit of disclosure. Karla and James have been translating articles from the Renegades and Anica into Spanish and French, so there is a growing list of pieces in translation. I trust their relationship with the words they are working with, and expect that their efforts will allow more people to find resonance in the messages.

Personal Readings: A few people have asked when I’d be doing personal readings again, so I have decided now’s as good a time as any to offer that service anew.  If you would like to have an insightful and provocative communication regarding your own experience as you are awakening, or whatever, you may want to consider having a reading. You can find some feedback on the home page, and nearly everyone who responds after reading their message tells me that the information unfolds more and more over time, leading to a deeper understanding of the path to integration and wholeness.

Calendar, cards, book, etc.: Just in time (barely) for the holidays, some new offerings at the Pleiadian Soul online store. You’ll find a new cosmically aligned “Christmas” card design, and a stunning wall calendar for 2010. Look for new t-shirt designs based on the artwork, coming soon. There’s also a fun new white oval car sticker to let people know where you’re coming from, with the sign “PL” for Pleiades. And for your friends and family who don’t rely on the Internet for information on What’s Happening Now, consider “Remembrance: Messages for Preparing for Contact”, the Renegades’ collected messages from 2008. It’s available from Lulu.com as a printed book or as a download.

New Facebook Community: I’ve been getting so many new friends on Facebook, I’ve realized it’s time to start a fan page so I can keep my communications straight. I find that I’ve been hesitating posting certain information or starting discussions on my Facebook page because not all of my friends and family are on the same page, so to speak. Starting the fan page opens that door wide, and I’m really looking forward to it coming alive. It’s called “Renegade Operatives”, and you’ll find it here. Please join! There are a lot of great communities on Facebook, and a lot of awareness spreading through its pages.

As always, your donations keep me afloat, and the websites online. Nothing fancy, but the bare minimum for keeping this information flowing. Thank you for supporting the site, and thus supporting the greater awakening of global consciousness. As we prepare for the darkest moon at this darkest time of year, may we carry enough love in our hearts to transform the shadows we meet into the purest essence of light and experience the transformation of love in the core of our being. I wish for you all great blessings and delightful surprises as the light of a new year dawns. Expect miracles, expect love, expect truth. We will not be disappointed.

Peace,
Maryann