Lyran roots we share, your race and mine. We are human. The time of our reunion fast approaches, as every day your world organizes itself anew. The day soon will dawn when you can deny no longer the truth of a greater reality than the 3-D Earth you know, and we will meet again as family. We are so happy! This is our greatest wish, that you awaken to enjoy the dawn and not sleep through it unaware. We can reach your attention more easily as the morning approaches, and I am of a lineage of writers and wisdom-seekers and teachers, reaching your attention to share the wisdom of Nine.
Once I was certain about life’s order. “Be normal like everyone else,” I thought, “and you’ll be guaranteed a life of happiness. Keep a low profile and you’ll be free.”
Correction to those misconceptions came over a period of years and through a series of dramatic turns of event that brought me to where I began to write the words of the Pleiadians to share with the world: in the cradle of the mountains living a simple life far removed from the destiny I thought I could fit into. I have since moved on, closer to peace, definitely closer to the heart of love. I never left my “destiny.” I never left my “normal” life. I only redefined what such nebulous words meant. Regular use has obliterated any sense of meaning from either. Same for “name” and “number.” I have redefined myself so many times I have rendered those words useless as well. Both are restrictive illusions of order under the guise of normalcy. By “name” I now understand “self-certain whom.” By “number” I bestow “network locator.” We are all becoming more relaxed as to order imposed from without and more organized as to being a cunningly created self-ordered organism of “you”s and “me”s reflecting the mirror image of each other from within.
It is from this place that I write – but to satisfy your curiosity about the path I followed to get here, I add the following facts about who I used to be. I have worked in scholarly publishing, at a restaurant more near than far from paradise, in the biotech industry (of all places) and as a healer. I also sported a variety of titles at a handful of other businesses as befits a member of the working class you might call Generation X – whatever that means. Exactly. I have a degree in English from a small college in more normal days, a lifetime membership in Phi Beta Kappa, and an eminent almost-master’s degree from a prestigious university. Am I sounding a bit pompous yet? I bore myself with such banalities.
I have met new knowledge in denying that all that ever mattered, really, if you will allow me that nugget of mediocrity to be both denied and valued for its illusionary quality. What I derailed on was nothing less than what I realize now was love answering my desperate pleas for its appearance. And sanity rearranged itself accordingly. Life offered rich opportunities for healing and doing what I really love, which is nurturing remembrance of who one naturally is as a being of light–which, as one reading this page, you of course are. The observations I have gleaned in the past several years are collected rather haphazardly in the blog Bends of Light.
With great respect I offer this in the more than hope that it will make a crystallization of understanding grow larger and you laugh a little, too. Peace to you, and certainly love. Remember who you are becoming–I’ll meet you there and we can have a laugh about who we thought we were.
As a healer and writer, Maryann Rada’s career has crossed over many diverse paths. Trained in healing modalities from energy work to holistic therapy, meditation, yoga and metaphysics, she has helped countless people find their way to empowerment through forgiveness and knowing of the self. The healing energies she serves are inherent in all as the inborn connection with the divine, and this is embodied in her writing as well.