Pleiadian Renegades through Amanda R. Ryan
“It is far more pleasant to be blindly devoted to one’s illusions than to be shattered along with them.“
July 18, 2008
People want to be recognized. For their pain, for their beauty, for their scars, for their wounds and creations and mental dominance over fear. Consequently, they are rarely recognized for their true power, their grace, or their innate divinity. This leads to confusion about that the human experience is about, and value is placed on valueless points of ideation and aesthetics. A consequence of this confused state of affairs is obstacles put in people’s paths. An act of violence done toward another may result in bringing to mind the question of whether Love is asleep, or whether God is insensitive to the pain of His creation, or whether the Universe really is all just a mental projection of a madman. Most people don’t make it very far pondering such questions, as they too easily disturb the equilibrium of their troubled psyches. It is far more pleasant to be blindly devoted to one’s illusions than to be shattered along with them. This is what comes from a long belief in freedom by a people enslaved by “could” and “should”, two balancing tools used to maintain and foster confusion in beings whose true nature is divine omnipotence. We don’t say this merely as a means of making waves but because it is a truth that has been shrouded in the long-suffering history of Earth.
Morning is breaking. The shadows of time retreat in the light of new consciousness awakening. Your people change and there is no power on Earth or elsewhere to stop that. No power save that of your own choice to stay where you are. Even your illusions cannot long withstand the elements now converging with the approach of light. It can only be light that you experience as your planet hurtles towards its rendezvous with the central sun’s effulgent arc of conscious spores of photonic energy. Think of it as a shower of liquid light, a baptism in the waters of love’s essence.
In the days ahead, as the drama of history continues to attempt to maintain its veneer of control, jesters appear in multitude to distract the mass of humanity with the strutting cockiness of a child who thinks he got away with something. Ignore them. Pests may show up to pull your attention to an itch so you miss the wake-up call of the cosmic alarm clock. Ignore them, as best you can. Molesters might appear from the shadows, forcing you to find your voice of love’s infinite power and shame them into keeping their hands off of your reality. Kiss them all goodbye. In the light that comes, they, like the illusions that gave them their power, limited by its need to feed on your fear, will dissolve. There is nothing to fear, even as you see the spectres of death and change arise from the shadowy depths of your own mind. Know that such vestiges of the dark are also illusory, given substance only by your race’s habit of belief.
Soon it will be time for the sleeper’s dreams to end and reality to come into focus. As you begin to adjust to the new light that streams forth from a new sun, remember to let your nightmares dissolve. You’ll forget about them soon enough. As the dawn approaches, allow yourself to savor visions, however fleeting, of the joy that comes in the morning. Certainty creates what is in your heart. In the light that comes, certainty will appear ever more clear and perfect. Meanwhile, pay no attention to the distractions. Keep on watching the mind’s artifice crumble and focus on your heart instead. It will soon be time for the cast of characters to take their final bow.
