lyra and your origins

Pleiadian Renegades through Amanda R. Ryan

“Memory is encoded into the crystalline structure of DNA and reverberates throughout the substance of time.“

Grab a seat and sit back for a little maddeningly overdue, fact-filled, entertainingly candid banter about Dad and Mom. You’ve been wondering if we were ever going to get around to revealing the neat, mentally sanitized history of your race’s creation and dispersion from a cosmic perspective. You probably didn’t think we would give it to you from a comic perspective, though, did you? Since we are Pleiadian, we don’t like to handle such dry material too roughly, and find that a comic perspective has a much more real, loving degree of accuracy than a more patronizingly edited telling. So we begin.

The Lyran race began as an expression of consciousness experiencing love as a happy, joyful condition. Lyrans feared nothing, but created experiences in which to test their divine identity and progress on their way to sampling light at the most beneficial frequency for all creation to be love at. Love created Nemesis, who donned her dark cape and did Love’s job of setting into motion themes and events engineered to serve the Lyrans in their quest for understanding all there was to understand about love. Along came a ship. Followed war. Finally catastrophe, escape, destruction and rebirth. The seeds for humanity’s quest for love were sown far and wide across the galaxy. Generations of humans populated the star systems of Pleiades, Sirius, Procyon, Rigel and others. Algebraic equations can track the progress of the human race in their progress from material beings living to survive another day to roamers of the stars learning the ways of light to becoming light, going back and forth through time and space to nodes of destruction and mayhem, bringing divine light, understanding and the fearlessness of knowing Nemesis as love. A simple x + y = z will do the trick. Humans (x) encounter Nemesis (y) and love (z) results. Of course, you could plug in all sorts of variables and come up with something that looks like alphabet soup, but any equation you create boils down to this simple, elegant truth. You know love when you know Nemesis as yourself. This is the legacy of Lyra... (article continued at opalescent words)