Where Is Home?

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


The Spacetoid and the Day of Transformation

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

Taking Wing

“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.