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The Game Is About to Change


Is there enough time to do the things your soul set out for you when you first decided to enter into the game of life on Earth? Or will the system implode and take with it the semblance of reality you have come to know and, to varying extents, love? Only if you decide to let go of some of the ideas you have accumulated about who you are and what you’re about. You see, every one of you has a role to fulfill and to tell you the truth, many of you have forgotten the main point of your journey here. Despite your high attainments in consciousness, awareness, interdimensional telekinesis of thoughtforms, and what have you, you have perhaps lost the thread on the sole purpose of your soul plan: Find love everywhere and beam it back to source. If you can still find time to do that, you’ve got it made. No other deadlines need apply.

When we have the time to give you the rundown of everything you’ve brought into being by the power of your abilities to create something from nothing, we will definitely sit down with you and fulfill your curiosity’s thirst. For now, know that you have given yourself the greatest opportunity to be self-effective beings by choosing to move your soul-form into the matrix of Earth’s planetary environment. Spiritually, physically, emotionally, and mentally, you have put your mark on everything around you, indelibly, unremittingly, without loss of integrity save for the forgetfulness that accompanies becoming absorbed into one’s activity, be it work or pleasure. Over the eons of time that you have given yourself over to the greater intelligence of “Game” Earth”, you have honed your abilities to a fine point, and now, as you stand poised at the threshold of a new level of awareness, a new level of the game, you have a moment to consider the ramifications of such a great achievement as having brought yourself to this point in the evolutionary history of humankind. Here you are, ready to move forward into something altogether new, not knowing quite what that is but ready nonetheless to let go of what has been and enter into a new reality. What will you find, as you join in the collective push into birthing a new awareness for humanity? That shall reveal itself in good time, but that is the thing that you have already created, which we have been hinting at thus far. Let us dive deeper into explanation to allay your doubts and misgivings, as there may be some to give the collective attention to, just to make sure all of the players are in accord.

As the people you have been dealing with from one point of time to another have been key participants in your own time-in, the you that you have seen reflected in them has given you a strategy worth streamlining as you enter into the next relay. You have been sometimes receptive, sometimes downright resentful and disengaged from the reflection of selfhood that another shows to you, but always you have been in possession of the ball, to carry the metaphor along a bit further. It’s always been up to you how you relinquish the tension of recognition, even if that means to hold on to it until you’re good and ready to let it go, even if that means agreeing to having it forcibly removed from your grip through unforeseen difficulties. No matter who or what comes along to help you deal with what you are shown, it’s always your choice in the end.

Now, as things are, you are seeing a lot of groups of people who have stolen the thunder from the human race come to answer for their greed and ill will toward the truth of what has been hidden. They have hidden love well, these scoundrels and politicians, dark diplomats for the shadowy underbelly of life’s dramatic logarithm. Have you managed to see it for what it is even when it has been disguised as disgust, even when it has been given the voice of screaming innocents yearning for freedom from the captivity of the soul’s lost, incipient detour from glory? Sometimes it seems that the soul will never break free from the transitive chains of a matrix-system of reality designed to hold them down and juice them for all they’re worth, regarding the life-stuff of the individual being. Sometimes, it seems that all the dastardly deeds of the persecutors, or persequiturs, of reality and all the creatures in it will melt into one another in an endless stream of injustice and incoherence. Just as often as “sometimes” happens to be, it is not always, and the impersistence of one reality hints at the existence of another reality underlying it, juxtaposed with hope, simultaneous with the generatively creative ability of humanity as a functional holistic organism to bring it to the forefront and obliterate the details of the illusion that has been fed to you as reality for eons uncountable. The time for accountability is here and at the blink of an eye or snap of a finger, it can shove “sometimes” aside and establish some yearned-for truths in the public eye. Which will go a long way toward healing the collective heart and mind of a people of a planet, namely, you.

It is not for us to say how, when, or why such a shift in perspective might bring such a thing into focus. It is merely for us to inherently hint at the supposed-ness of such a thing to be, and to encourage you to look inside your heart for the mettle with which to bring your fearlessness to the fore and lead yourselves out of the mire of mud that the game of hide-and-seek has become. Love is there. Love is waiting for you to discover it. It has been there all along, overlaid with costuming and hexagons and dot-to-dot puzzles and stripes of all sorts. It has, like your inner divinity, become unrecognizable in such disarray of its core code, yet a small shift in the distance of your eyes to the thing of interest at any given moment will make a world of difference in spying it and calling it out from where it hides, ready to meet your shout of discovery. So look in the shadows, dear friends, because you’re getting ever warmer, ever nearer to the prize of having found that last vestiges of love’s errant pieces. In recognizing them for what they are, you can see a clearer picture of the whole of reality, the truth of your own reality, and begin to make sense of a loveless illusion that has infiltrated the matrix to a devastating degree. You have that much power. We suggest using it to the greatest good, and to remember that everything in the world is your help.

Tic-Tac-Toe in the Dimension of Otherness

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Get Going, There’s No Time to Waste






Calling for a Higher Line of Thinking


Here we are at the anniversary of a year ago, when the whole of a year lay between where you were and the beginning of the end, to many. How many and before which events are to take place before the extraterrestrial unveiling, how long until “soon” becomes “now”? You want to know. We are in your world now, unseen to many, and are amassing the thousands upon thousands of final details into a diamond-point fineness in infinite expressions of Hello. How long is not relevant. It simply is a matter of when the iron is hot to strike it. That time is afore ye now, and even though those who wield the hammer of power now are in the game of wiring for destruction, we are busy too. You understand that to give away the whole plan would not negate the outcome in favor of humanity’s eventual rise in realizing the truth of who they are? It would not thwart the eventual end of story insofar as your ability to tell your descendants that once you were merely human without access to divine memory and interaction, but it would thwart the optimal working of world tracks in creating a better reality sooner for more people. In the interest of you telling your cosmic tale sooner rather than later, in the interest of the most benefit not only to the individuals reading this but as well to the incalculably multitudinous affairs of which there can be no early dismissal but there can be the most opportune timing, for these reasons we share with you this framework of how to come to terms with the reality you are entering and not be out of balance without the presence of extraterrestrial intervention in front of your noses. It’s just a matter of time before the iron is red-hot. That is the moment of transformation for the world’s iron giant into a new bauble for the human consciousness to adore as a hard-won jewel of love’s inevitable triumph. Not before.

Great transitions have been sliding into place in the background of what you see in your world. It will not go without saying that there are mysteries coming to light, sounds coming from the distance, and long-held secrets seeping out from dark locked prisons of intelligence. You are just at the point of having at your disposal the international web of intrigue to unravel for yourselves, but even this is nothing compared to the truth in the bigger picture, where we are drawn in at the edges of the page. You have centralized the power to a point at which choice biological upgrading will make your abilities such that defeat for those who play the game of conquest is beyond question. There are some things you should know about the disadvantages you have been put at, and these are the things that are coming into your sphere of awareness to varying degrees, as you are able to understand them. Indeed, there are also advantages that you have up your sleeve, so to say, that are likewise going to be apparent not only to you but to the thugs and puppets in the centralized system of control. They too are undergoing transformation from within, and it is the love that you inherently harbor for the darkness within your hearts, the secret vindictiveness you hold for your own pain, that will let loose the victims of hatred’s education in the art of fear. You are in the position where you will be launched into the reality of another kind of love, another kind of understanding of human, and another experience of fearless integration with I AM. You don’t have anything to fear, and in a short span of interval-based understanding of time, you will be in the know about the kinds of things that the storybooks haven’t yet told you.

You have never yet realized the full potential of your own greatness, but that is something that you can experience. In truth, there is nothing holding you from it save your own belief that there is no hope. Hope is yours if the belief in it exists. Nothing can alter that without your consent. You have hope as soon as it becomes part of your life-generated obedient imagination. Does that mean that you should fool yourself into thinking things are okay and getting better, if the obvious observed reality is that everything makes the deepest part of you wrench in disgust? If you are seeing the world in front of you as a culmination of eons of manufactured hopeless divisions piling up on one another, crunching into the end of ages to become the end of the line for the human race, listen please: it’s not the way it seems, behind the scenes. There are factions at war for the human soul, it is true; for the truth is, this is the gold of empire. You are the bearers of the wealth of nations, worlds, and inner universal lineages of life. It is up to you to tell the trolls of the world to take their turn and be done, for the game is over and there are fun times ahead once they leave the field. How best to do such a daring thing? First, convince yourself that it is the truth for you, and share your truth with your soul. It is out of the regular lines of communication for many of you, but it is soon to be realized as the most reliable means of mass communication around. Practice now and get used to the higher-frequency, high-fidelity sound of soul ringing and the totally reliable network of interfaced nodes of inner light reflected into the reaches of space. Inner or outer, the end of space is the same. It’s there that the message comes through the clearest, and the receiver becomes the broadcaster in the harmonic matrix of I AM OM. Just dial “one” on your calling card for the soul and you’ll be instantly hooked up with your welcome committee and in the network of human communication’s next evolution. It is on the frequency network beyond the reaches of astral interference and demonic deception, outside of the realm of intrigue and the taint of power-hungry interlopers. It is the high-wire act that is out of this world, and it’s free, unlimited, available, and in touch with your reality. It’s the next best thing to being there, where your heart is, home.

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Seize the Day

In the Divergent views that are taking rapid and volatile form on the planet, there are many truths falling all over the ground, trampled by the boots of those who would rather not know about them. Hours and days have brought you here, in a full-scale confrontation with the face of tyranny, shielded behind the wall of indifference posing as power. Love has finally found the ground it has sought to grow into what it has held in potential for eons. You are about to witness the most amazing developments yet, and you don’t even have the slightest idea about what’s really going to happen next. If we were to tell you what exactly is in store, we cloud your ability to see clearly from within the soul of Future-Moving Humanity. You are better served by our silence on the details and the vague suggestions that everything will, indeed, work out for the common good in the end. You have nothing to fear, and nothing to lose, for what was valuable about the past has gained new meaning, and the next level of participation involves you each taking on a role for which you probably would rather not serve… having created a streamlined edition of the biography of humankind in the etheric unconscious of the world. You are ready now to jump through the vacuum tube from what has been holding you in place, into a bold new reality which will have you all gasping for wonder and in fearless renewal of the pure joy of the human spirit. You are on the brink of scale-tipping, below which is the sure end of a lineage of indignity for who you are coming to know yourselves to be. In a very short time (yes, we are really saying that again, but to tell you exactly when is not our prerogative, please understand) you will see the truth being picked up, dusted off, and reassembled into a shining new mirror of the collective soul. In an instant, winds will shift. In an instant, things will change. It is on the horizon now, next to the sun that brings streams of code for you to download and integrate every day. Don’t sweat it, beloved family, you won’t miss anything. It’s all part of a whole orchestration and you have only to play your part. You don’t have to do it all. In doing what you can, you serve the holographic whole of field-changing humankind. Nothing is too minuscule to be irrelevant. Even a thought.

Now, in the coming days, you are receiving a lot of material to deal with in constructive ways. We are here to help you. You won’t see us right away but those of you who can sense us, you’ll sense us. It’s nothing to be alarmed about, and everything to be excited and happy about. It is the beginning of the end for the energy pattern that has held your world in the state of decay and corruption and bigotry and violence and… you know the list. You are here now on the planet by your own choice to participate in the restructuring of all that. It is in the world scheduled to be. You will find all around what you need to heal. You are being fed lies by the hands that would just as soon starve you altogether, and you are taught to love these beings as if they were unquestionable divinity. We bring the revelation, folks: You are the real divinity. You are the ones who see love, who dive into the fray and arise unbeaten, even though the bruises are there. You are the ones in the wings, waiting to enter the stage and announce yourselves in the spotlight. Is that something you want to experience, dear ones? It is exactly what we have been waiting to see happen for literally ages in your time. We are nearing the climax of the drama and it is on cue that you take your next move. You are the ones holding the cue cards. You are the ones in response to the call. You are the ones who have the script, despite what the illumined elite have let you know. It’s in your hands, dear ones. You are in a wireless array of consciousness. Tune in and wake up. You have waited for this moment. Seize it!

© 2011 Maryann Rada

This Is the Time of Transformation: The Movie

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IGNORANT OFFICIAL: We are ready and at your service.

HARD-BOILED REPORTER: Just tell me what to say…








Moving into New Territory




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(Note: I began writing this on December 14, 2009 and finished on December 30, but have since then been focused on a family crisis.)

It has been an exciting week, with that big spiral appearing in the skies over Norway. In all the abounding speculation, where is the truth about what probably was the first of many such sightings? It has been said that only a blind man can take you to the places deep in the jungle. There are some things your eyes can’t help you with. Discerning the truth about the spiral is one of them, to some degree. To see the truth about what that was, let us venture inside the vortex of a black hole. You won’t see a whole lot, but you’ll understand the truth in ways that are more dependable than sight alone. We shall tell a story, and the main character is called Thomas. We join him now…

When he was very young, Thomas took a trip to see a far-away land full of exotic people and customs. He had drunk deep of the flavor of this place, and when he returned home with his family, he carried the essence of that place with him, in the etheric form of interior impressions of memory. Thomas was never one to doubt the truth of a thing he had experienced by seeing it with his own two eyes, and he had seen much during his time away from home that had troubled the normal routine of life at home. You see, Thomas had been to a place where people were full of the light of the sun, and he had never enabled himself to see something as bright as that. So while he had been in this place, eaten the food, danced to the music, he had not seen a thing. He was as a blind man, and for Thomas, that was as ignorant as he could be. Without his eyes telling his brain what he was seeing, he was completely in the dark.

Back at home, busy with the things that he oversaw from day to day, he lived with the memory of that experience sealed safely off from his awareness, for it troubled him when he considered the implications. What were the implications? Well, for one obvious thing, he was at a loss to say what, exactly, he had experienced, and that might mean that he had lost himself and not been aware of it. It might mean that he had not the mental capacity to understand what was happening, which made him feel frustrated at his human limitations. He didn’t want to be limited in any way at all, but without the means to translate his experience, he simply ignored the thing and let it shine its pale light in the confines of mental capacity while he went about the business at hand.

It was a long time until he remembered that he had forgotten the terror of blindness, and the thing that triggered his memory was a simple, easy rhyme. “If the trail is marked with gold, soon your fortune you’ll behold; If the trail is cold and dark, your way has nothing but secrets to impart.” He had the shiver of remembrance as he thought, my way has secrets, yet they keep their silence. He raised his eyes to the sky and blinked, and suddenly the terror of not being able to see what was happening engulfed him anew. Why couldn’t he see? What was happening? Was he safe? Was something about to jump out at him? A thousand questions arose at once, and he held his head lest it explode. He was again a boy at the threshold of the experience, and his sanity dictated that he should explore from the safety of his present moment.

Through the fog of light he saw what he thought were shapes of a brighter luminosity moving in the distance. Squinting, he only gave himself a headache. Relaxing his eyes, giving himself the moment to realize that he was alive and in no immediate danger, he let the light take a shape he had not ever had the experience of seeing before. He could not describe it in terms other than what was familiar, like a child’s drawing. He felt fear at the edge of his awareness and the darkness it represented; a deeper breath, relaxing again, the darkness faded and the light took on new clarity. Soon he was in the presence of what had for a good part of his life been absent from his awareness. The swirling light gave him the knowledge of love beyond the scope of his experience, and his sight, now adjusted to the scope of a greater knowledge of love, took in more of a reality he had been blind to.

There is no more to this part of the story which we can impart until you too have had the scope of your experience adjusted by the understanding of love greater than you can now imagine. You try to imagine it and you have experiences which guide you to it, and some of you even maintain the high of the frequency of it very well. But the reality of it surpasses all that. The reality of it is in the mists of light that you are aware of now in your own realm of experience as humans alone on Earth. It is set to change. Get ready for something completely new. If you have any doubts about the reality of love as a force that makes everything perfect, if you fear the failure of the system of light to come into the shape of a new reality for you as individuals and as a collective of humanity, you will allow the dark to creep in and shut off the bright new day that dawns. Love is everywhere, and light is pervasive. Dark is just as real and has its own beauty. In balance they are when you are at last aware of your own divinity, human. You have only to relax, for it is all taking shape beautifully.

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A Short Story for Passing the Time: Tasks in Knowing Wonder

We would like to share with you the story of a Pleiadian hero, called The One Who Found the Key. The hero is called ANDY, and we join his adventure as he sets out to find something wonderful, a treasure of knowledge that lay at the feet of a sacred shrine relic, a statue of the god INCONCEIVABLE. No one had ever found the statue because, quite simply, no one was quite sure what they should expect it to look like. There were vague ideas and approximations, legends and sketches and blurry pictures, but no real first-hand knowledge of how, exactly, to find it. Let us enter the narrative at this point.

Andy was walking along a particularly lonely and desolate stretch of road when suddenly he caught in the corner of his eye a flash of light. Stopped in his tracks, he scanned his body with awareness to locate any visceral response which would tell him the nature of what his visual sense had seen. He picked up the impression of a process of joy building up in his stomach and took note. Continuing on, he soon saw, again out of the corner of his eye, a flash of light. Now he rubbed his eyes, stopped and scanned both himself and his surroundings with his awareness. Noting both joy and now knotted in his throat some excitement, he stood, silent, aware. As he sensed with increasing fineness the field of reality around him, he let himself settle into the stillness. What now? A shimmer in the distance, wavy light moving ever so slightly against the otherwise solid, stable rock. He turned from his path and set off in the direction of what he saw, hoping it was not a mirage.

Time after time this happened, each time taking him further along his journey of discovery. Each time some shimmer would lead him deeper into the wilderness. In this way, he followed the path of his heart toward the sacred statue of the inconceivable.

After a time, knowing he was close to his goal, he noted in his awareness scans that a certain weariness had settled in his bones. He still wanted to find the treasure, and he knew he was nearly there, but he also realized he wanted to go home. His search for the divine inconceivable had focused his mind and senses on discovering sacred treasure. Yet it also changed his concept of home. Where he was, he could not return to the home he had known before his spirit had been kindled by the sacred quest. Once he found it, and the treasure of Great Cosmic Knowledge, what would “home” mean? What would he do with himself when with his own two eyes and his finely honed awareness he stood in the presence of… whatever he would finally discover? Would he perish? Would he be forever changed? Let us follow Andy’s tale just a bit longer, and we shall see.

Finally, the day came. It was to be a day of transformation, but he did not yet know it. Andy set out again on his journey, assessing his inner state and finding it joyful, excited, and weary. A shimmering light appeared, this in the far distance yet somehow not so far as others had appeared. As he approached, rather than slipping into the background of reality, the shimmer became more solid-looking. The nearer he approached, sensing his path with his heart so that his head could be prepared for what he might find, the shimmer took on an opalescent wholeness, and the form of the divine inconceivable began to reveal itself to him. Oh, what treasure would he find at its foot? Reminding himself to breathe, he crept onward, ever scanning with his awareness lest he miss some clue of understanding what, exactly, happens when one stands toe to toe with what cannot by the mind alone be created.

At last, he was at the rim of an opalescent light source. In front of it on the ground was a sign: “To access the treasure of great cosmic knowledge, get up and look before you. There shall you find what you seek, pilgrim. Prepare to be transformed.” Standing from where he knelt, vibrating with anticipation, excitement and joy, he focused his senses into the heart of the orb of light. At first he saw only his reflection. Then other forms began to emerge from the opalescence. Was this some trick of the light, he wondered? Staying as centered as he could, he kept watching. All of reality shifted around him and he found his heart was the only solid ground, so he gathered himself there. Light-forms became light-beings, and at that superluminal threshold he felt that he, himself, was shifting from solidity into a phased pulsation of energy, yet still he had form. Soon, the opalescent light of the orb of the inconceivable was everywhere, all he saw and knew and sensed was drenched in it. Everything was transformed. The great cosmic knowledge, free from where it waited to share itself, had forever transformed everything. Light glowed in the once-dark valleys, and from the point where he stood Andy could see opalescent forms emerging from orbs of opalescent light far and wide, spreading all over the land.

Here ends our narrative for the day. What comes next has not yet been written. It is only now beginning to be sensed, and yet with that a transformation is already beginning to occur. Stay aware, dear hearts. What follows will be worth the wait. Meanwhile, keep your eyes to the skies, and see the divine inconceivable everywhere you look.

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