As I said, Ellie has been telling me for some time that she is not from this planet. Evidently she’s been stating where she’s from, that her father is in the ships, that her Pleiadian body was in stasis, quite a great deal of information really. So where was I?
Well, I’m not sure, really. All I can say is that her letters came around a week before World Disclosure Day and I guess I was buried in busy-ness. My letters to her appear to be among those that were lost in some business with my ISP.
I cannot recreate what was happening then. This inability to recreate circumstances for one reason or another will be, I believe, a feature of life in the months ahead. In most cases life will be moving too fast to stop and discover what just happened.
We’ll need to adjust to life on the fly.
Can you see now what awaits us if we don’t complete our old issues and unfinished business? Imagine if my vasanas or persistent behavior patterns were exploding now and I fell irretrievably into shock and disbelief.
The greatest shock to the system must be having to update one’s impression of a friend or relative.
One minute they are terrestrials doing service and the next minute they are totally different.
And yet different in what respect? Ellie is not different. She’s the same person she was a week ago. The difference is in my perspective.
If Ellie is the same as she was a week ago, then why would I relate to her differently? And yet the thrown impact of these revelations (“thrown impact” is the impact when I remain unconscious or not present) is that I will relate to her differently. So really Ellie is going to have to endure a change in the way I relate to her – not the reverse.
Now Ellie for her part is a human being, albeit from another planet and another dimension. Her life is her life. It’s as meaningful to her – and as normal – as mine is to me. I make it non-ordinary by depicting her as a Pleiadian. But she says that she sits at her computer playing games, reading email, waiting for the call to return home, her soul contract having been accomplished some time ago.
Do you see how none of this jibes with what we see in the movies? In the movies, the extraterrestrial is depicted as being outside the normal. But in reality, terrestrial and extraterrestrial are both normal.
And who am I to speak? I haven’t even digested the news from my twin flame that I myself am from Arcturus. Oh my gosh, in one fell swoop, I’ve become an extraterrestrial myself. Did someone just tell me I had AIDS? Did I just get asked to leave the winner’s circle and go into exile?
Does this announcement change my life, seen from the inside out? Not a bit. And yet why would people not respond to me differently exactly as I am moved to respond differently to Ellie?
And what if my “twin flame” was wrong? or not my twin flame? Or not anything credible?
Did I ask to be an Arcturian? No. Did I place an order with Immigration? No. Until some time last week, I was Mrs. Beckow’s little boy, a Canadian, a terrestrial, a Mac user, a retired guy, and so on. Today all that may have changed, in my eyes and in the eyes of others.
Many people on this planet today are starseeds; many are not. How will we behave with each other when the mask is put aside? What will we do with this new knowledge that comes into our hands?
Will it be Mork and Mindy or Independence Day? The choice of response is in our hands and the work we do beforehand will determine whether awakening as a world is hard or easy, peaceful or regrettable.
All it will take is fear arising in our midst, some people losing it, and thinking that they are about to be devoured by some shape-shifting reptilian who thinks that “serving people” means serving them with gravy. Lose our heads and we could all be in the soup together.
So that gives you a preview of the movie coming up, wherein “The Event” becomes reality. It probably makes sense to get over our shock and disbelief now so that later we can be part of the solution and not part of the problem.