Pleiadian Renegades through Amanda R. Ryan

“It is from love of humanity that we speak, love of our common bond of family, and we come to you now as loving brothers and sisters who have a new idea to share to light the darkness that is upon you now as a blanket of ‘Why do people suffer when the world is rich with love?’“

May 9, 2008

Down the bend you’ll be coming into contact with some more of the ones you have been avoiding to meet. Those who dwell within, mute and damned by your own words of condemnation. Who are these we speak of? None other than your own born-of-fear monsters of ignorance, silence and tongue-tied ambivalence about who and what you are. It is quickly becoming time to unleash the powerful forces which strain for recognition. Before the gates are demolished in a maelstrom of irresolute chaos, before you lose your self-energized knowledge of your will, give these shadows an ear and let them speak. To deny those parts of your psyche, individual and collective, is to deny your most preventive medicine for the soul of an entire planetary being in danger of becoming ill with the dread disease of fear unrecognized growing into a cancer of galactic proportions. You might think we exaggerate, but give a listen to what we have to say and draw any conclusions then. It is from love of humanity that we speak, love of our common bond of family, and we come to you now as loving brothers and sisters who have a new idea to share to light the darkness that is upon you now as a blanket of “Why do people suffer when the world is rich with love?” You are in the beginning of the end of another chapter in the history of world power. The next pages are blank and you hold the pen. Listen now before any other words are uttered or any line is drawn. Just a moment of your time is all we ask, then you can go about your business of creating reality as you wish. 

From time immemorial springs time memorized as a series of battles, plagues, overthrows and conquests. This is the chapter referred to in the preceding paragraph, the last one written in ink and blood. It is carved in the annals of time as particular to this galactic area in the interdimensional dream-weave of the unfolding of the experience of love in a dualistic framework of polarity and movement within a bigger framework which will increasingly become apparent to you as you release the old and embrace love in greater ability and understanding. Positive and negative form the ground from which this pretense you know as history has grown into fields of blood-soaked Earth. Do you believe that it is all there is? Do you wish to believe in reality beyond a struggle between what you naively label as good and evil, right and wrong, black and white? That is only a part of a greater whole, one which itself is integrated into yet greater wholes all the way to the candid thought of the mind of the source of all that is, which goes something like “I AM”. You are linked to that mind inextricably, despite your best attempts to cease to be at all. You are constantly beaming information to that source so that it can more fully know itself apart from beinglessness, from inactivity, from silent un-ness of is-ness. You answer the call when it is issued from the source of life telling itself to exist and take form. What do you have to say? You have stood silent, paralyzed with the overt senselessness you find around you, crippled with the mind-numbing stimuli of polluted grids of matrix-based reality, poisoned foods and insane messages bombarding your eyes and ears at every turn. 

Who is running the show? The monkeys need a lesson in evolution – not to the level of human apes but to the level of self-aware response to the question they cannot understand. Who are you? What do you seek to become, and how do you think it is going to unfold without reaching for some new answers from within the connection you already possess with the source of what has been referred to as divine love? Let the truth be told: You are by your very existence part of a creation that sources from direct contact with divinity, which is simply the source of love in myriad forms. A man is more than a man, more than a monkey, more than his limited mind can fathom. We are merely asking that you pluck up the courage to plumb those depths with the mortal and immortal awareness of a divinely sourced embodiment of living and breathing I-AM-ness, and in the relay back to love’s creative point of beingness choose to live and choose that life continue in the face of a flood of insanity and the storms of planetary consciousness coming into the self-aware recognition of its own organismal power to be. 

It is with the deepest love and highest respect that we say this to you now: Awaken to the fullness of love and recognize in the most stark and senseless realities that it is only in the fear of love that creation swirls into a dark cessation of beingness. It is only fear of origin and destiny which creates the black obliteration of the appearance of light. Fear is the shadow cast when one’s back is turned on one’s own divine nature as a being who is in the matrix of created reality in answer to the questions generated by the thought “I AM”. Who are you? Is any of you really any other than love?