Pleiadian Renegades through Amanda R. Ryan

“At this point, the audience gasps, as the curtain begins its descent and the lights dim.“

May 23, 2008

In the short time we have had together in conversation over the past several months, we have observed a few moments in our collective history in which you could say certain points of light have crystallized. We see another opportunity fast approaching for the possibility of a future without as many problems for the daily survival and merit of your people. In a few days’ time, you will be deciding what kind of experience you wish to have. The world will change again because of the outpouring of truth that will accompany some rather interesting revelations by a few purportedly important people. If you listen well, you may hear rumblings deep within the structure of the world’s systems which signal some large shockwaves nibbling at your toes and beginning to draw your attention toward the noise that has long striven to block out any signal of truth and add as much distortion as possible. You have the ability to sense the truth when it is told. We are wishing only to say that something akin to truth is about to break upon the shores of your collective consciousness. Now is a good time to pay close attention to the actors and the script, for the scene is set to change quite dramatically in a short time. Without spoiling the plot, we can tell you this: It will not be without some Romanesque features, the architecture of the next act on the world stage. Only instead of togas, the costume is a well-tailored suit. Let’s take a quick look at the stage and see what’s happening.

On the one side of the stage, we see some shady characters dressed as bringers of peace and reason. On the other side, we see some of the same. In the middle, a company of confusion. The script reads like an ominous incantation. However, with some interpretation from our side of the theater, you may glean something more hopeful than heartless.

Parading Politician 1: I am here to save you from yourselves (you poor, pitiful people).

Parading Politician 2: Listen to me, folks. I have secrets.

Parading Politician 3: I don’t know what to say.

Mass Media (in chorus): What can we say?

One Voice from the Wings: I’m on my way…

Parading Politicians 1, 2 and 3: Uh-oh.

At this point, the audience gasps, as the curtain begins its descent and the lights dim.

What comes next is a surprise. Even we cannot see clearly how the next act will play out. But we can see that the cast of characters is all abuzz in the backstage and rumors abound about a quick re-write that has taken place in the director’s cabinet. Nothing is written in stone at this point, but as the final act nears, every signal is more and more important to the punchline having meaning beyond the joke you see before you now. We are opening the next act. Be sure to have enough snacks and drinks, and be in your seats when the curtain again rises to reveal reality’s next set of parameters of the comic opera you call life on Earth. You won’t want to miss anything.

 

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