Nemesis in the White House: Functions of Six

Not to raise any feelings of concern, but I think things are going to be changing again on a big scale. Exactly where can’t be pinpointed on a map, because the locale is situated in the inner planes. Big change, yep, but the seismicity I’m talking about will be more of the consciousness-type event for most people. Noteworthy, nonetheless.

Let me explain by way of ruffling some feathers. Shall we explore a story we currently share?

Some time ago, a grand and effective rift tore through the consciousness of the world in the form of what some called a duly elected leader and others called a criminal, a conspirator, an idiot. Erupting from that rift, a slew of emergent forces congealed into factions and movements, hushed discussions and, eventually, fistfights both real and threatened. When the rumbling was just starting, already the foundation of understanding the state of things was tipping people’s awareness one way and another, to transcendence or entrenchment, and everywhere in between were confused folk searching for reason. If you don’t already know whereof I speak, I’ll be bold and just say that it’s about Trump. There. I said it. Let’s move on, because it’s really about so much more. He’s just the guy in the spotlight.

The View from the Sidelines of Six

What triggered this writing was a conscientious note sent by a conscientious reader, troubled that I had mentioned matters surrounding the President. I don’t write for one audience, though; I write for all. Being troubled signals a place out of joint, a need for peacemaking. Some people took things in stride, and if one person took the time to write about their disquiet, there were likely others feeling it without comment. What I’m saying now is for everyone to consider, and I thank that conscientious reader for following up with her due diligence. This, then, is mine.

There are few with whom I discuss my own political views, mostly because I see politics in general as a necessary and largely futile exercise in status-quo-making and big-bucks-raking. It’s an old game and one I watch as a semi-interested spectator. I really don’t have time for it anymore, but I see the draw. Lately, however, it’s more akin to watching a train wreck: not something you want to witness but at the same time something you can’t take your eyes from. Until the smoke clears and, hope fulfilled, it wasn’t that at all. The thing is, so many people have been huffing and puffing to clear the smoke from opposing angles, it’s held thick in the central point, obfuscating what might otherwise make perfect sense.

Regarding politics, I find it much more fulfilling to watch it as a function of Six, as is described in my book, Opalescence. If you’re unfamiliar with the numerological sequence of reality-creation it describes, Six governs chaos, at the most basic level of understanding—conflict, and the sorting out of things. It’s a kind of engine in the midst of a dualistic machinery, but one that can lead to massive shifts in awareness and experience when it’s seen for what it is. And worked through. This is where Nine comes in and changes everything. Relax, the math is not difficult. Just remember that Nine is the key.

We are, at present, in a world of duality, and politics is one institution that very clearly exemplifies that. Even outside of bicameral, two-party systems, duality and politics go hand in hand. Duplicity, too, but that’s another thing. The lessons of Six, as of thoughtfully expanded considerations of political machinations, can ultimately lead out of the problematic stagnation of duality that, at its worst, politics seeks to maintain:

If you continue to maintain your awareness of peace within the world of duality, of illusion, you will eventually come to the place in which you emerge from the old and take a deep breath of the new. You carry a heavy burden as an embodied soul in the matrix of duality. Any time you can lighten your load, you’re doing yourself a favor and improving your chances of having some meaningful conversation with your soul. It’s not only the heart of your embodied self that you lighten, it’s your physical matrix as well.¹

Let’s start that meaningful conversation. One thing that each flank of the rift propounds is oneness, yet they seem unable to achieve it from one side or the other, or even within their own ranks. Why is this? Is the soul so impossible to discern in the Other? Is the fear so great? Don’t allow it to be. It is possible to get out of the morass of Six, with all its veiled allusions to oblivion. It begins with recognizing what’s at the core of the issue, and whatever the issue is, that’s likely to be some flavor of fear:

With unflinching courage, you command yourself to overcome fear, create an opportunity for you to drag yourself up, and stand facing yourself as you were — in fear, stuck, and eternally damned to suffer in your illusion of dragons and monsters of the mind.²

Lightening your load has less to do with weight than you might think. See for yourself… Read more

Originally published on Bends of Light at https://maryannrada.com/bends-of-light/nemesis-in-the-white-house-functions-of-six/

Games We Play at the Edge of Dawn

Calling All Alarm Clocks

I just realized something about intellectual space. I need more of it. So do you, very likely. Taking on the task of being an alarm clock in a world of sleepers is no small thing, but it can lead to a feeling of confinement on diverse levels, like being stuck in a waiting game. We’ve been awake and holding space for a very long time, disseminating the message of “time to wake up” in various creative ways for long enough, persistently enough to ensure it’s been acknowledged. We work in tandem with universal wake-up calls and those have been dished out in loud plenitude. Especially lately.

Perhaps it’s safe to say that the message has been heard. All the Whos down in Who-ville are shifting into the big “Aha!”. If not all, then a big chunk. Especially lately. There’s a general hum that indicates beds being made, newspapers snapping open, coffee brewing. Sleepy eyes are adjusting to the light. Now we can stop acting like crazed alarm clocks and sit down for a minute. Maybe there’s a slumber we can wake up from, too.

Have a cup of coffee with me.

I’m taking a look at what I’ve done and what’s ahead, just beyond the edge of the full plate. Through the window, just past the edge of the curtains. Many creative ventures I’ve spun off, one after another, live out there in the field of what’s real. The discipline that goes with that, I’ve come to love. Even if I am admittedly doing it “wrong”, I’m doing it my way, ensuring that I’m contributing something unique, perhaps of some value and, I hope, of some merit. Keeping my inner eye trained on the beyond, I chop wood, carry water, and work toward the betterment of this world. That fits just fine with the rhythm of dancing with the things life throws at me. Discipline underlies everything.

Many alarm clocks are doing the same yet on separate paths. You, reading this, likely are, learning by doing how to redefine reality rather than conform mindlessly to a spurious construct thereof. Sometimes I feel like our paths are parallel, which contributes to a sense of being one in the wilderness, or in a rut; however, lately I’m sensing a convergence. This is a good thing, an exciting thing.

Do You Want to Play a Game?

In between building websites for what I’ve written, writing contemplations for clients and new public material (online location TBD), keeping up with twice-weekly posts, and doing the social media thing (not to mention necessary life and family things), I need to find quiet space to let my mind go on autopilot for a while. Vegetate. Work itself is meditation. Sleep is often too busy to count as rest, with the dreams I’ve been having. Especially lately. When the labor of holding up shields to silence the chaos gets to be too much, I occasionally fall into what my son calls “zombification”: basically, sitting on the sofa and letting my head empty for a few minutes. Just until the numbness of mental overstimulation dissipates.

It was during one of these zombie-moments when I chanced to answer a Facebook friend’s request to play a casual game. Normally, I’m averse to video games. I have a 15-year-old son. I see what it does to productivity, and I just don’t have time to lose time. But this time, I thought, maybe I’ll see what it’s about. Reality research. Yeah. Harmless, right?

Well. It was all well and good for the first day or two. A couple of rounds of hunting down words in a grid, seeing how many letters I could meaningfully string together in a minute and a half… perfect for those in-between times when I needed a brain break from the discipline of transdimensional writing in erratic conditions. But I soon saw the folly in my thinking. Before long, the game took on a life of its own. Ten minutes of benign phone-tapping translated into direct neural patterning. How naïve I had been! The game continued seething in my head long after the screen went black, long after my eyes were shut, dragging my brain in the wee hours of night around and around a 4×4 grid of light, one letter after another in a mad dash to make sense of random phonemes and consonant blends. There was no escape. There was no sleep. There was only one choice, and that was obliteration. I pulled the plug. Blessed relief.

Recognizing the Rut

At about the same period of time, also on Facebook, I had come across some bracingly unfamiliar terms in a post by a brilliant friend from my California days. As the elements from his podcast transcript filled my eyes and streamed into my brain, I felt enlivened with phrases and sentence structures refreshingly exotic. A new paradigm emerged, yet not new, but a fractalline emergence of awareness in remembrance. My brain started popping with the fervor of a spring meadow after a rain, the sunshine of intellect stimulating the bursting forth of new neural activity. I felt a sort of homecoming to myself. In my own communications, I had been for too long relying on the same vocabulary, feeling my parlance becoming dulled by what… repetition? expediency? that I was moving in a circuit of mental exercise without challenge. I knew I’d been in a rut, and reasoned that busy-ness had, to some extent, delimited my reach. Something that was by nature anathema to me had been stealthily settling in… Read more

Originally published on Bends of Light at https://maryannrada.com/bends-of-light/games-we-play-at-the-edge-of-dawn/

What’s With All Those WordPress Blogs?

On June 9, just a few days after launching a new set of message transmissions called “Higher Orders” here on Nine’s Path, I created a new WordPress blog to go with it. This makes the… oh, I’ve lost count now! I’ve got quite a collection of WordPress blogs that have been around a while. Now seems like a good time to take a look at why, and to welcome yet another.

A new site joins the LOL family

If you haven’t seen it yet, “Higher Orders” is online at Nine’s Path here (the WordPress blog is here). I’ve got a grand total of one post at the time of writing this, but more are on the way. I would like to tell you exactly what this collection of transmissions is going to be about, but I am as much on the edge of my seat as anyone else. The first message is from Michael and is suitably angelic, but most definitely not in shades of washed-out pastel coloring. It’s dynamic and engaging, and speaks of their origins and relationship with the Pleiadians and the League of Light. I can’t wait to see what comes next!

You can read the first post here: Making Light’s Own Form Known as Angels.

A Brief History of Blogs

Long before Nine’s Path came into being as the website you see today, I first dipped my fingertips in the waters of posting online by creating my first WordPress blog. I started with the nuts and bolts of site creation on New Year’s Day 2008, with the blog Opalescent Words publishing its first post on January 3. Thus began a mad, wonderful year of transmissions from the Pleiadian Renegades, a witty and erudite group of extraterrestrial humans in service to the League of Light. The reception in the public was fantastic, coming out of nowhere and soon getting more than 10,000 hits a month. Eventually, that series of messages wound down, and the Pleiadians signaled that it was time for a new blog to collect a new set of transmissions. So, in 2009, the new blog Renegade Thoughts came into being, and the narrative continued…

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Right Now, It’s Time to Grow Up

This week seems to be a time of crashing illusions. While there’s something to be said for how events unfold on the world stage, with all the fake news on one side or the other, the big story is how we’re seeing things on the inside. That’s always where the most drama happens, and where there’s the greatest hope for a satisfactory outcome.

We humans are so clever at concocting stories to entertain ourselves with. We can come up with all kinds of manufactured lies about ourselves that we watch entranced as events move into place to prove the storyline right. Every once in a while, something unexpected can happen to set the whole house of cards crashing down, and we’re left agape at what we see revealed. Our own self-worth can be shocking, when it’s finally stripped bare of the illusions we tend to dress it with. We’re that good at fooling ourselves…

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Enter Angels, Exit Fear: “We Are Cherubim”

When you’re in the Upside-Down, people in the real world hear you scream. Fans of Stranger Things know whereof I speak. I found this out last night, when I inadvertently found myself in the Upside-Down for real—momentarily—but long enough, thanks.

As someone who rarely remembers dreams and more rarely has nightmares, for me this was… novel. I felt creeping evil in the form of a dark figure enter the room, stalking me like an inky-black Nosferatu, then a blanket of grey mist swiftly coming down to cover me, bury me. I don’t think I’ve ever screamed so blood-curdlingly.

I’m no stranger to confrontations with demons and shadows. I’ve sent plenty of them on their way to a better world than enslavement to despair in this one. What happened last night doesn’t sound like much of a nightmare, to be honest, but it scared the bejeezus out of me, that’s for sure. My throat still hurts from the screams.

Totally Unexpected

It was a night like any other. I had had a busy day, made and uploaded a new video (ironically, on the subject of dark shadows), prepped a newsletter, got myriad other things done on the League of Light plane of work, etc etc… On reflection, I felt pretty good about it, especially for a Sunday. Meditated, prayed, observed my inner state.

On settling down to find sleep, as often happens, a thought took form: Being in relationship with the divine is being in relationship with your origins. Ah, that was a nice one. Neatly encompasses the entirety of what had been on my mind of late, which was how to my work with the Pleiadians with the reality I recognize in Christ. Hey, I still have residue of programming and anomalous real-life experiences, like anyone else… click to continue

There’s a lot more to this article. Read it all at the new home for this blog, Nine’s Path website. You’ll find a treasure house to explore!

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Nothing More than What Is: Video Edition

What does “disclosure” mean to you? It is truth-telling time, and when it comes to facing the truth with regard to our own soul, the question comes down to one thing: to love or withhold love. How will you choose to tip the scales?

Post-Ecliptic Thoughts

Now that we’re on the other side of the equinox eclipse, I have a moment to share my take on it. At the core, this is a major reset. Spring starts with a glimmer of light, then switches it off, then starts again. Now for insights into that…

This is a new moon, a usually invisible moon. That which is unseen is occluding the light projector of reality, the thing that reflects light off of what is and so we see only reflections, not what is absorbing the light. So this is our reality, an illusion that reflects light, while the unseen “dark” drinks light in. Train yourself to see with eyes that perceive light without help of an outside source. That which we see as reality is about to get a dose of truth that has been waiting, circling, phasing in and out of form, in and out of the confines of the matrix of form of this Earth.

I think it’s funny in that quirky strange-coincidence sort of way that the totality of light’s reset passed directly over the Faroe Islands… say it with me, the “Pharaoh” islands… to me, this reverberates a time of reckoning that cannot be avoided any longer by those who claim ancestral dynastic rulership, from sand to sea and all lands in between. Never underestimate the power of what has been hidden to draw attention to the shadow to be seen in a new light.

The moon was momentarily in Pisces as the eclipse began, and moved into Aquarius during the event. In a relative blink of the eyes, we shift from the position of martyr and feeler of the world’s pain into a more detached yet intensely compassionate potentiator of seeing all of humanity as no different than oneself, an equalizer of energies by being a light-source part of the fabric of humanity. The sacrifice jumps down from the altar and walks away from the drama. Time for us to move together into just saying what is and sharing what we know, collectively.

As the moon shifts into Aquarius, it moves with the conviction of power to define the shape of the light into a new partnership. With a definite step, the heart of humanity moves into partnership with the rulers of Aquarius, Saturn (the ancient ruler, the teacher who doesn’t let the student slack off) and Uranus (the modern ruler, whose catalytic action can’t be anticipated). It is the mastery of having paid attention to one’s lessons that allows for the grace and detachment to move with sudden shifts in reality in a way that maintains a steady connection with the whole of humanity, as an organism. Aquarius moon holds the whole world in one heartspace. Through Pisces, we have given, we have felt, we have let go. Now we are spun around to face ourselves in a global perspective. What moves in this momentary eclipse shift is a holographic micro-view of what’s happening in the grand scale of the shift of this age, so embrace what is given as a package of information to guide you to walking the path ahead with greater confidence, in a new light.

This is a big move, with a huge invisible shadow of a moon that isn’t otherwise visible right now, at a time where all the world holds a moment of balance. Day and night are in balance on this equinox fulcrum, and we are reminded that greater light is coming, it is growing. From the deep psychic knowing of Pisces comes light for all, reflected from within each individuated aspect of the people of a planet. The slide into light is inevitable, and the eclipse at this specific moment in our calendar puts that in front of us, no room for doubt. Planetary reset, the truth wipes the illusion from the lens of light. Time to rise and shine. Let it loose!

Friends Gather, and Isis Adds Her Voice

Sometimes when I write, I receive transmissions that originate from outside of the group of contacts you have come to know as the League of Light. The Pleiadian Renegades are still very much here, as are Anica, Asket, and Semjase (read Semjase’s recent message or watch the new video of it). Recently, you were introduced to Theo through messages targeted at dimension and transformation. And woven throughout the years, other voices have made themselves known here and there in communications I’ve brought to publication, on the web and in print.

Now a new message arrives. One that coincides, it appears, with a phenomenon many people across the globe have been sharing, unknown to each other, yet collective and transcendent in nature. That message comes from the soul collective connected to the figure we know as Isis. Perhaps this energy has touched you in recent days?

The word “Isis” has been manipulated over eons, and like so much of what “the dark side” would have us believe about our reality, it just doesn’t ring true. But I digress… I will leave the subject at that and let you draw your own conclusions.

Long ago, before I began working in earnest with the abovementioned individuals of the League of Light, various and sundry interdimensional beings would drop by for a visit and a message download. Most of these were fairly short, but memorably intense. Certain angelic beings and teachers shared their energies and words. While I became familiar with (though always surprised by) the presence of Mary (always with pale blue light) and Quan Yin, I hadn’t met Isis “personally.”

Until now.

This is Isis’ time. We approach the dark days of the turning from autumn to winter in the north, and the opening to the light of summer in the southern hemisphere. I invite you to spend some time before the turn of seasons with the energies presented in this recent message from Isis. Before the celebration, a time for reflection. For reconnection to the primordial presence of mother that pervades — and indeed is — all of Nature. Allow the knowing of the soul of Mother Nature, of the mother of light. It is a good time to allow transformation!

Read Isis’ new messages at Changing Address: Notes about Our Galactic History

As we stand at the far edge of the year 2014, I will take a moment to wish you all peace and goodwill, to add my voice to a universal prayer for an end to suffering, for righting of wrongs, for forgiveness where there has been some oversight of our human unity. I wish you a season of empowerment and new life! Blessings and peace be with us all in 2015 and beyond.

Giving In to Self Healing

Given the amount of news that’s been happening lately, from letdowns of the big-time business kind to shutdowns of the government kind and meltdowns of the nuclear kind, not to mention showdowns of the cometary kind, it’s no wonder that the little wonders of life get lost in the shuffle. It’s hard to pay attention to anything in particular when so much in general is making headlines. Even the lessons of spiritual leaders is making it into the back pages of the news, but little is said of what is happening on the impending next thing, simply because we don’t know exactly what it is. We can feel it coming, though, and it feels like more than just a change in the weather.

Last time I checked, there were still a few things that we had to take care of before the major events of global awakening could come to a fully satisfying culmination of extraterrestrial appearances or world peace, take your pick, either or both. One thing that hasn’t yet happened is the detonation of light from the midst of warfare, something that would end the need for war, something that would render it incapable of continuing, something… something really obvious that would give everyone pause to drop the pretense of violence and go home. It could come in the form of something fearful or something beautiful, or something not even imaginable by our minds today, addled as they are with aforesaid distractions and shell games. It is inevitable that the world will change. It is not inevitable that it will change in ways that we can predict. We can feel our way through the changes and trust that we’re on the path toward universal enharmonics (this is my own personal preference at the moment) or we can choose any number of other modes of dealing with the day’s serving of stuff to deal with. Incrementally and by big steps, change is happening NOW. It’s not something we have to wait for. We’re in it, and we are changing as we move through it, whether we’re aware of it or not.

My own path has been bumpy lately, and the treasures have been tangling my feet up as I tread on the path before me. The way of healing is often a messy one, though it can have its bliss and joy. The messy parts remind us how unified we all are, how much of a bipolarity of systematic deconstruction of the social matrix we are navigating through. By that I mean, there are moments when we look in the mirror of reality that presents itself around us and realize that our feelings of pain and broken-heartedness are not anyone else’s responsibility but our own, that we are doing exactly what we came here to do and to learn, and that we are all in agreement to take part in another’s drama, just as they have agreed to take part in our own. In these moments of clarity, we stand between two mirror-worlds which, if we’re clever and paying attention, we can see reflected in the problems caused to us by another person or situation the lost key to the box that holds our pain within, in our own matching characteristics of pain-bringing to ourselves. In other words, there’s no one but ourselves to look at when we see the pain that comes barreling out in moments of intense release of our pain-based concepts of who we are. We came here to learn how to fight, or how to say thank you, or to stand up and walk on our own accord. Whatever the deeper lessons, they’re really pretty simple when you look at them through the eyes of the one in the mirror looking back at you. Forgiving another person is easier when you see that you are forgiving yourself for taking on a difficult task in living within this matrix and learning the lesson of your soul’s secret need in the forgetfulness of being.

It’s time that the dramas take a turn for the less dramatic, but not before the intensity leads to catharsis for us individually and collectively. Remember when the moment comes to let it all out, to see the reflection of soul, and to ultimately love what you see reflected. In the flash of light that follows release, there is no longer a reason for pain to continue waging war within. I think we’ll all be more ready for what comes next, once the heart is clear of the tension of lost keys and missing treasure. In that space of open-hearted healing, anything can bloom.

Wishing you all peaceful revelations and loving transformations.

Trading Hope for Something Better

Right now, most of us are feeling tense about things we can’t control. We can dislike the sound of war drums, we can be disgusted with tawdry exhibitionism on tv, we can watch helplessly as headlines continue to surface about radioactivity poisoning our planet’s largest ocean.I feel the tension outside, but I’m not feeling tense… why? I know I can’t change these things myself. I can’t stop war planes, but I can stop fighting with myself. I can recognize other people’s struggle and let go of my anger about it. I can integrate the brokenness of my life experience and breathe peacefully from my Now into memories of pain and separation from source. I can neutralize the poison of negativity, of not-light, which emanates from within me when I feel out of balance, forgetful of my grounding, lost in the demolition of an ancient, buried, forgotten trauma.

The world is the way it is. Trauma abounds. It is our environment, and it is our projection of experience. I have seen what happens when I turn my attention toward what’s happening in my being, tracing the route of tension in my muscles, in my gut, feeling where my breathing is caught, where my thoughts go away somewhere irretrievably… and I bring my awareness back to center. I trust this movement back to center, because I have discovered over time that in the center there is no fear. It is the eye of the storm, and diving into that place will dissipate the energy of the strongest maelstrom fear can conjure up.

So I ask myself, where am I feeling the tension? Breathe into that place. Anger feels like electricity… observe the interaction of waveforms between the anger, the static charge of irritation or annoyance, and the quiet pulsations of peace from the space deep within where the memory of home lives. See yourself as a charged particle of humanity, and allow yourself to see electrons flying away, if that helps. Feel the charge of turbulent emotions settle into neutrality. These are just a few tricks. There are so many more that we can remember and discover to our benefit.

What good does that do? The world is still a tense place, right? Give yourself a minute. Listen. Reality is holographic. As above so below. The structure of an atom and the structure of a solar system, of the universe and brain neurons are identical… maybe you’ve seen the pictures posted on FB! Since what we do within our little world ripples out into the greater reality, wherever you achieve peace–even a shred of it, even for a moment–you have enabled peace in the global human organism of which each of us is a part.

Reality is holographic. Do something to change your life (not someone else’s, just your own… everything else will follow, trust me!) and you will do something to change the world. Build it from there and know that you are a powerful being. You own that power. No one can take it away from you. Turn off the tv and close your eyes, look within and discover a whole new world, truly one of your own creation. You own that.

Trade hopelessness for trust, hope for fearlessness, fear for peace, dreams for reality. Unleash yourself, set yourself free, and watch what happens.