look to the sky and create a new morning
(This is the first section of a channeled piece by Amanda R. Ryan, the pen name of opalescentwords.)
look to the sky and create a new morning
January 16, 2008
“A new dream is hatching which no one has any power to stop.”
Knowledge of the meaning of comets, shooting stars and other celestial observations - knowledge once a merit of the people - now gathers a rather odd bunch, according to the standard world normality enforcement union of concerned scientists and other social engineers. However, a new dream is hatching which no one has any power to stop. Neither the world management corporation nor the leaders of the purportedly free world is able to ram creation down the barrel of a gun and send it hurtling out into a vacuum. It may be what they try, but it cannot be. As a matter of fact, only with a nod of the answered awakened keepers of the reality of added dimension is there any change at all - and you are that committee. More than reality will be changing. And we will tell you what that means in a moment. First we focus a little closer to what your experience of reality has been, the range of very kept secrets. Later, we will peek beyond the underpinnings of reality as you know it, briefly.
Candid remarks are inappropriate in some settings, but in our energetic arena, they are vital to making our point. You do not have to agree at first, or at last, but understand they are part of the manner of our communication which gives it a certain “yonder, out there” kind of feel that makes more sense than resorting to empty metaphor or long-winded expositions. Rather, we like to keep the level of light high by insisting on putting our voices in a form of what you might call friendly conversation. Your mind works hard enough at increasing its capacity to understand and integrate the codes and far-out ideas we present in these messages without adding to your process a question of how to position yourself in regard to an invisible intelligence communicating to you from the dreamworld of sort of another dimension or density or some far-away planet. No. That is an unnecessary burden. So we say, relax, we come in peace to your readership. A machinery of consciousness-penetrating precision forms need not sound more complicated than a friendly chat.
That said, we embark on a tour of tomorrow. Satisfying your curiosity about whether we are real or just pretending to be very soon will be done. Certainty will be a relief. For now, let’s say we are real. By that, we do indeed mean that we are of a form not unlike your own. As a rule, we are a bit taller on average. Most of the people who tell of Pleiadians being blonde-haired, blue-eyed, light-complexioned people are only aware of that contingent of our large biological diversity in appearance, our phylogeny. However, just as there are variations in your population, there are variations in ours. Most of the Pleiadians you’d meet ordinarily would appear fair-skinned, “light” being more of an inner quality, you see. Percentage-wise, maybe sixty percent of our people have what you would quaintly call light hair but which is actually pigmented yellowish-white. This is a Lyran trait. We are biologically descended from humans of the star systems you call Lyra. Bear with us on the woo-woo genealogy. You deny a lot of your own genetic heritage by denying these bits of information to draw your attention to your soul’s remembrance. Okay, we continue. A small subset of these blonde Pleiadians have eyes of blue tint, but not many. More have grey eyes. Your ancestry is Pleiadian for sure if you have grey eyes and blonde hair. No other race has that particular combination. Of the remaining forty percent or so, about half are a more zappingly sassy brown-haired, green- or grey-eyed pigmentation, again with fair skin, and the other half is brown-eyed with brown or black hair, really intense.
Neither the races of the genetically pure Pleiadians of the homeland of Lyra nor the genetically pure Pleiadians of the planets near the stars you call homelands - those which are risen, gone, or rising - are of any real man or woman greater than any other person of Pleiadian descent who incorporates genes of races originating in Sirius or Arcturus, if that is understandable to you. We who are of Pleiadian descent are keepers of genetic codes. It is largely the intermixing of codes that makes life interesting. Pleiadians are zeroed in on answering God’s question, “What is that?” with “It’s fun and interesting.” Laughter is a very Pleiadian trait. Quite a bunch of fun-loving brothers are we. You want a more complete description, stay tuned...