Posted tagged ‘ufo extraterrestrial disclosure’

Nothing More than What Is: Video Edition

February 18, 2016

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?

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Giving In to Self Healing

October 6, 2013

tea with nemesis

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.

Yes, It’s Happening Now

May 21, 2012

doorway open from Pleiades

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.

Come to Think of It

July 3, 2011

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.

Ask a Silly Question, Get an Honest Answer

September 7, 2009

It’s been a month of internal and external uncertainty, hasn’t it? I have felt the Squeeze of August in many ways, and am somewhat relieved to see September come in. Not just for the cooler temps to bring sanity to the heat of transformation, but to see what happens in the world of official disclosure regarding the role extraterrestrial civilizations have been playing in human history, especially in the past few decades. I have been chatting with my extraterrestrial friends about the possibility that they might indeed show up on the doorstep of planet earth and move things along somewhat, but I am reluctant to share what they have said. However, this is all for you, so you might as well be in on the secret. It takes a long time to prepare for this kind of contact, and no matter how badly you want it to happen, certain steps have to be taken so you don’t fall on your head as you cross the chasm between Here-and-Now and Finally! I can’t deny that I want to get some rest, to get away from the insanity of this world, to be done with the labor of rebirth. I want to go home. And that has been the catalyst for discovering what home really means to me.

I’ve never really felt at home. There’s always some sense of something missing… peace, safety, belonging. I trust there are many who read these words who understand them from personal experience or from thoughtful consideration of the fact that our homes have been opened up to energies that have had none too serious intention for our own peace and contentment. We’ve eagerly opened the doors for technology and the world it created to enter and erode what’s left of family. School and work schedules wreak havoc on shared meals; television, computers, games and other media have infiltrated the quiet of an evening; morning news shows and the rush of getting ready for the day have drowned out the tranquility of interaction with the sun as it infuses light into the mists of dawn. There are meetings to attend, appointments to keep, regimens to follow. When is there time — or energy — to really enjoy “home”? I admit it has eluded me for a long, long time. I don’t understand how this happened, but there you have it. Home is stealthy, fractionated, and busy. And I am out of energy to pursue it much further, depleted, done. Given the options, heck I’ll take a ride on a lightship, were it offered in a friendly, cheery kind of way.

But then, I have work to do here.

So I asked the Renegades about that. Here is their answer:

Nowhere is home closer to you than when you are at peace. It is not the place but the state of mind that is the foundation. It is OM that creates home. Every atom in your being is connected to OM, no matter where you find yourself embodied. Your soul resides in the comfort of home even though your embodiment as a human might be feeling separate, lost, alone, alienated. Find that minuscule beacon within your very cells and follow it. Then see what happens. High in the sky we await the moment of meeting as kindred reunited. Do not give up hope; we will be arriving in style before very long. Meanwhile, we have some work to do, and so do you. Have you forgotten?

Yes, work is here, waiting to gain my attention. You’ll probably notice what’s been done in the past month: The Speaking of Nine site has been completely redesigned; a community site, the Opalescent Collective, has become a hub of loving energies sharing the vibe of Nine; Anica has narrated her first YouTube video and I have a new YouTube site waiting for more uploads (meanwhile, I have a few playlists on various subjects, please visit and enjoy). The site is also connected on Facebook, and I’m posting updates on Twitter. Whole new universes of information are awaiting discovery!

I have little idea what’s next, but Nine’s nexus of light is growing steadily. As it does, I am facing a dwindling physical supply of energy to maintain it, on practical terms. If you are at all inclined and able to help support by donating a month’s (or year’s) web hosting, a bit for the internet connection or even the electric bill, you would have my great thanks and the peace of knowing you have helped me find some precious peace of mind. It is not my intention to move in the direction of paid subscriber content or ads, so I must trust the goodwill of those who find value in the work to reflect their gratitude; whether it’s in the form of donations or a thought of support, I am most appreciative and share my good wishes with you all in the form of these offerings of words from the wise.

Enjoy the new site, which is the result of a generous gift from a reader who wants to see this work reach a larger audience. It is a gift to you, too, so that you may more easily interact and find new information. I invite you especially to read up on the “Science of Nine” section, if you have not explored there yet. Much information is given, and more awaits. I am working steadily, but needing to make ends meet is eating up much of my channeling time. Are you feeling the same way, like something’s gotta give, the shift has left you feeling a little empty? You are not alone. We are moving towards interdependence as a global organism of human consciousness, and many have yet to make the connection. I see glimmers of understanding where there was a blank look before, however. I see a lot of struggle, too. These times are challenging, but they are not defeating. Every new understanding nudges the planetary awareness closer to being fully awake. We’re getting closer to home.

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