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?


Persistence of Love

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,

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.