Monday, January 27, 2014

Who Are The Pleiadians and Where Do Pleiadians Come From?

Who Are The Pleiadians and Where Do Pleiadians Come From? More Pleiadian Articles: Pleiadians come from the planet Erra near the star Taygeta and are extra-terrestrials that most resemble humans. Pleiadians were first mentioned contacted 130 times by a female Pleiadian Alien named Samjese. Billie Meier's contact with this Pleiadian woman resulted in a worldwide phenomenon to uncover more information about who these Pleiadians were and where they came from. Today, we know more information about their origins and their home planet. Through various contacts (with Pleiadians and other alien races) alien enthusiasts know how Pleiadians look, where they are from, and what their past interaction with humans signifies to our race as we begin our development ages into the spiritual world so we may find our way through the higher planes of celestial wisdom and join the Arcturians & Pleiadians. Humans are said to share common physical traits with Pleiadians which can be traced back to both the Pleiadian and Human Ancestors from Lyra. Pleiadians' Origination Because of savage wars, Lyrans were forced out into the mystery of the galaxy. Soon, the Pleiadians found their new home in The Pleiades. This star system is a small cluster of seven stars located in the Constellation of Taurus the Bull, which is 500 light years from the planet Earth. Since the wars on Lyra, Pleiadians remain on Erra seeking the ways taught by their friends, the Arcturians. There are seven stars in the Pleiades Cluster, which are: 1)Taygeta 2) Maya 3) Coela 4) Atlas 5) Merope 6)Electra 7) Alcoyne. The Pleiadians are a very ancient race of humanoids. They discovered Earth many years ago (225,000 B.C.) and have played a large role in our ancient evolution, but have remained silent watchers of our planet since their departure in 10 A.D. The Pleiadians currently hold chairs on the council which over see the for the higher truths of the universe and remain a peaceful race of extra-terrestrials. Although they have not reached the heights of their friends, the Arcturians, they continue to develop the mental skills necessary to eventually reach their goal; however, their state of mind have allowed them to develop the ability to transition in and out of our dimension. Some speculate that their entire civilization has moved beyond our space and time and exists beyond our understanding. Their main source of transportation is their intergalactic spaceships which are also known as Beamships. These Beamships have a similar look and feel to the Grey Alien UFOs which are commonly identified during sightings. Since Billie Meier's contact with the Pleiadian woman, many books and articles have surfaced to shed light on this race of aliens that we seem to identify with very closely. As our trek takes us into the teachings of higher spirituality, we find that many civilizations outside our world have already mastered and understood the benefits of becoming one with the Infinite Powers of the Universe. More Pleiadian Articles: If Pleiadians are humans, why are they in the Pleiades? There are many subjects that intrigue and captivate, but nothing is more interesting than knowing and understanding the history behind the galactic forces that shape our galaxy today. The Pleiadians today are a hybrid of the indigenous human population that has always resided on the planets of the star constellation Pleiades and the refugees that came from the planet Avalon. Avalon is the first known human world that experienced a horrific destruction at the hands of the Reptilians and the Greys. A galactic war broke out in the far reaches of our galaxy which led to the Reptilians completely destroying the Lyran home planet Avalon. From there, the inhabitants set out to seek safe refuge on distant planets far from the controlling grasps of the Reptilians. While seeking a safe passage, the Lyrans encountered one of the most powerful races known to our Universe, the Arcturians. Since then, the Galactic Federation was created to ensure that complete destruction of planets was not allowed and allow for a balance of power in a galaxy controlled by the "evil" Reptilians and Greys. The majority of Lyrans (Avalon inhabitants) sought refuge on the planet Erra found in the Pleiades constellation. There, Lyrans would advance in ways taught to them by the Arcturians and become the race we know today as the Pleiadians. Some Pleiadians found themselves here on Earth and decided to settle with the ancient cultures of the past. This is why some Earthlings feel a strong calling and a deep connection to outer space (Lightworkers / Starseeds). Essentially, the Pleiadians are a race of humans that have been disconnected from their home planet Avalon but have now undergone an enormous calling to reach the higher planes of spirituality and fight the "evil" agenda of other races through the positive powers of the Universe. Today, there is no account for the Avalon home planet and its location, but has been rumored to have been abandoned for millions and millions of years now. Because of past history, Pleiadians struggle with the hardship of emotional distress and anger towards other MORE ARTICLES » PLEIADIANS & SEXUALITY » BILLY MEIER & PLEIADIANS PLEIADIANS ............................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................. 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Sunday, January 26, 2014

How Arcturians Are Healing Planet Earth(Kindle Edition)

I now have the kindle book by Wayne Brewer Due to the provocative nature of the contents of this book, the names of everyone involved in the healing sessions, except mine, have been changed for their protection and privacy. However, all of the stories related are true, and all the sessions, whether in-person or at-a-distance, were tape-recorded and transcribed to insure accuracy. You may find that you are having an adverse reaction of some kind—mental, emotional, or physical—right now as you are reading this, or you may find that you have a negative reaction as you try reading the rest of the book. That reaction may indicate you have entities of one type or another, which is all the more reason for you to continue reading so you can learn more and find out what to do about them. Always remember that the darkness is no match for the Light. Light always defeats darkness. Don’t despair, and don’t let any of these entities control you any longer. Some of the events and experiences you will read about took place only a few months prior to the book’s publication. My learning and understanding have continuously evolved over the course of several years. One thing has led to or built upon another, and each new discovery has broadened my understanding even as it has raised more questions. I don’t expect this progression to stop upon publication of this book. If you are interested in keeping up with new information as it is revealed to me, you can sign up for my free periodic newsletter by visiting my website, I especially want to give thanks to the Arcturians, who have been the greatest transforming influence in my life. They gave me this message to pass along to all of you: We lovingly suggest you set your ego aside and read through this document quickly but with an open mind. Then go back and reread it slowly, with an open heart, to reap the fullest benefit both for yourself and for your beloved planet Earth. Listen to your intuition and you will know without a shadow of a doubt the truth that is revealed within these pages. NOT THE ANCIENTS BUT ANCIENTS Introduction There’s a forested place in the Zuni Mountains of New Mexico, out in the middle of nowhere, where I’ve been going camping for at least 20 years. I take a lot of photographs, but this is the only campsite photo I’ve ever framed, and for years I’ve kept it near me on my desk: red rock overlook and scraggly vegetation in the foreground, blue mountains in the distance, and in the middle, a valley under a blue sky filled with puffy clouds. There isn’t really anything special about this particular location; I just like it. It makes me feel good. I used to take my kids there, and now I visit it every once in a while, often by myself. Being in the mountains or the forest recharges me, so I go there to relax for a day, sometimes longer. On July 18, 2009, I decided to camp up there overnight. I’ve never encountered any other people in the area—only bears and other animals—so I always take a gun with me. In fact, I’ve never gone into the wilderness without taking one. But while I was packing for the trip, I was about to get my gun when a telepathic message came through loud and clear: Don’t do it! I had no idea why I wasn’t supposed to take it, but I left the gun behind. At the campsite that evening, I was sitting in a little chair, trying to finish the book I was reading about how to release discarnate spirits and send them to the Light. It was hot, and there was barely a breeze to disturb the peaceful nature of the place—that is, until a huge Black Angus bull wandered into a meadow down in the valley, bellowing and bellowing, looking for some cows and calves. I was raised on a farm and have been around farm animals all my life. I’d never heard a bull bellow as loudly and insistently as that one did, and I wondered why it was behaving that way. Before the bull had even shown up, I’d already been feeling a lot of extraordinary energy. I also suddenly felt cold and had to put on a long-sleeved shirt and a jacket even though the temperature was nearly 80 degrees. The sun was setting, but there was still enough light to read by so I went back to my book. When I glanced up briefly, I looked right back down again and said to myself, “I didn’t see that.” But what I had seen standing out there in the meadow, staring at me and waiting—they were obviously waiting for me—were maybe a hundred beings. They were not in human form, not even in physical form. I could only see them from about mid-thigh up. I couldn’t see them touching the ground. It was as though they were manifesting just enough of themselves to make me aware of them. Somehow I managed to convince myself I had not seen them. I was nearly at the end of the book so I continued reading until the sun went down and I couldn’t read anymore. I didn’t give the startling vision another thought. Sometime around nine o’clock, I closed the book, looked up, and said, “Oh, my God.” These beings had filled the entire meadow as if they were an audience waiting for a rock concert to begin. They just stared at me; nobody even waved a hand. Then it dawned on me that it was the book I’d been reading that had called them in. Let’s go to the Light. It’s time to go to the Light. And somehow I knew exactly what to do. My guides led me through it. I stood up and declared the area holy ground. Then I created a vortex, which is like a swirling shaft of light, but more powerful, and these beings started going up into the vortex. As I continued to hold the vortex open, I heard the message, “They’re coming from 30 miles around.” So I called them in. “Anybody else? Anybody else?” After most of them had gone, I happened to look up about 30 feet in the air, and there was another one heading straight for that vortex, floating through the trees in a running position. As soon as he got to the vortex, he went straight up, too. When I asked how many there were, my guides said, “2,000,” which seemed about right to me. When they were all gone, I asked, “Who were they?” The guides only gave me a one-word answer, “ancients.” Not “the ancients,” but “ancients.” I had no idea what they meant, and I still don’t. Maybe they were Anasazi ancients—or even ancestors of the Anasazi. I guess that’s not something I need to know. But even now I feel some of their appreciation at being able to go to the Light—finally, after all this time. Later I realized that if I’d taken my gun with me, this probably wouldn’t have happened. They wouldn’t have shown themselves to me. That wasn’t the kind of energy that was needed for this particular mission—a mission I didn’t even know I was going out there to accomplish. That was the first time I created a vortex, and I’m not sure who was helping me then. I didn’t yet know the Arcturians, but perhaps they were already guiding me. Chapter 1 Tapped In, Tuned In, Turned On Leaving My Comfort Zone I’ve been in the investigative business for over 35 years. In the course of conducting an investigation, I collect information from as many reliable sources as possible, as well as from my own physical observations. Then I report the facts to the client and let the client draw his or her own conclusions. That’s the world I’ve been at home in, the world of logic and so-called objective reality. So to say I was skeptical about some of the non-rational experiences I began having would be a huge understatement. But one incident finally made it crystal clear to me that I could no longer discount these personal experiences or explain them away logically. In November 2008, I was working in Houston, Texas after Hurricane Ike had struck Galveston that September. I’d been there about a month, putting in a lot of hours every day with no time off. When I wasn’t working, I was reading. I’d begun meditating earlier in the year, and at that time I was reading about the Law of Attraction 1 One night in my hotel room, I was sitting up in bed with a book when my left arm began quivering. At first, that didn’t seem at all unusual. I had been in a skiing accident in 1992 and fractured my left humerus and the ball of my shoulder socket in twelve places. Ever since, my arm twitches or quivers periodically, especially when I’m doing what I call decompressing—trying to relax after a period of working non-stop. That’s only one of the physical injuries I’ve had, almost all of them on the left side of my body. The summer before starting kindergarten, I was helping out on the family farm moving bales of hay when my left hand got caught in a pulley. The accident nearly took my little finger off, and to this day, the joint won’t bend due to the calcification. A few years ago, I ran into an old acquaintance who remembered my hand had been bandaged when I’d started kindergarten. He wanted to look at it, so I showed him the scar across my palm. As far as the shoulder injury was concerned, I’d been to see all kinds of conventional and alternative medical practitioners about it over the years, including medical doctors, a naturopath, several chiropractors, and various massage therapists. One said one thing; another said something else. But I’d always assumed there was a neurological basis for the twitching. But then, all of a sudden in that Houston hotel room, my arm flailed back and forth in a wide arc as if it were waving. The force was so strong it actually pulled me across the bed! I had no idea what was happening. The only thing I was certain of was that the cause couldn’t possibly be neurological. Shortly after that, I left Houston and returned home to Albuquerque. I wanted to get back to see my good friend, Carmen, who was experiencing some medical problems. Carmen had introduced me to the book The Secret2 and had played a significant role in starting me on this journey. Although I didn’t know exactly what her medical problems were, somehow I knew I could help her. I wasn’t sure how or why I could help; I just knew I could. I had a very strong feeling that I needed to lay my hands on her back. When I saw Carmen and placed my hands on her back, the energy that went through me was so intense she thought I was going to have a heart attack. I could barely handle that much energy then. Although at the time I didn’t fully understand what had happened, I did know some kind of healing had taken place with her. Of course, I wanted to learn more. I wanted to understand what was going on. Consulting a Psychic Even before I went to Houston, my curiosity had been piqued by some of my experiences and the metaphysical books I’d been reading. I’d gone as far as making an appointment with a well-known Albuquerque psychic and channel. I hadn’t actually met her, but I’d known of her for years. She holds weekly channeling sessions at the Albuquerque Center for Spiritual Living, and I’d attended two or three times just to observe. During the sessions, she channels her spirit guide, Orion, and then invites people to ask her questions. I had never participated or even spoken to her. After the sessions, while everyone else was lining up to talk to her or give her a hug, I was heading out another door. But I’d look over at her, and we’d exchange glances and nod at each other. That was the extent of our interaction. It was after checking out the channeling sessions that I’d made my appointment with her, but I’d had to cancel it to go to Houston. So as soon as I returned home, I scheduled another appointment. My first meeting with her was as confusing and disconcerting as it was revealing. She seemed to assume I knew a lot more than I did at the time. Right from the beginning, I’ve been playing catch-up in the metaphysical realm—first having experiences I can’t explain and then doing the research to try figure out what they mean. She let Orion talk to me for about 30 minutes. Orion, a collective consciousness that vibrates at a higher level than we humans do, kept addressing me as “John.” “We’re so happy to be able to reconnect with you, John.” I’m not entirely clear about this, but Orion suggested I may have a connection with John the Baptist. Orion also told me a great deal about my personal history and relationships, including several past lives, and confirmed that my friend Carmen and I have known each other over multiple lifetimes, which explains the close bond we have. What I really wanted to find out about was what was going on with my arm. Was there some kind of healing energy in it, as I suspected? Orion said yes, but his answer went beyond that. Orion told me I would be performing miracles in three months. Miracles? Me? That was just too far-fetched. I couldn’t buy it. Orion said that at first I wouldn’t believe the things that would happen. I’d be astounded. Well, that part has certainly turned out to be true. I have definitely been astounded—more and more so every day. Learning to Channel and Meeting My Guides In spite of my strong skepticism, less than a month later, I started taking the first of a series of three channeling classes. In the first class, C1, you go into a light trance, a channeled state, to find out who your three main guides are, and you learn how to connect with them. You get out of your head, out of your ego, and drop into your heart: tapped in, tuned in, turned on is what I call it. But I already knew who one of my guides was. During my first meeting with the psychic, when she told me I would be an excellent candidate for channeling, I blurted out, “Who’s Raphael?” That name had been coming up in my mind for a long time. There’s a little town south of Grants, New Mexico called San Rafael, and every time I’ve driven past it, I’ve always noticed how good I feel. San Rafael is also the name of the street that goes up to my house. I had always felt Raphael was with me, but I’d thought he was simply a guardian angel or something like that. It wasn’t until the C1 class that I learned he is actually an archangel.

Friday, January 24, 2014

Solitude vs. Leading The Tzibbur

There is a saying: A day spent making mistakes is better than a day spent doing nothing. The gemara says that there were four people who died without sin. They were Binyamin HaTzaddik, Amram, father of Moshe, Yishai, father of King David, and one of the sons of King David. The only reason for their eventual deaths was because of Adam Harishon's (Adam - first man) eating from the eitz hada'as (tree of knowledge). Beforehand, man was not meant to die. By eating the fruit, Adam and Chava changed the nature of man, and he now became subject to death. But back to our four tzaddikim. Asks the Chasam Sofer, if these four died without sin to their name, then aren't they on a higher madrega (level) than the avos (patriarchs)? And furthermore, if they are on a higher madrega, why don't we put them up in our sukkas as the ushpizin (holy guests) instead than Avraham, Yitzchak, Yaakov, Yosef, Moshe, Aharon and David? The Chasam Sofer answers that there were those on an elevated level throughout Jewish history that had the opportunity to go through life free of sin. Like our four tzaddikim, they could have spent time in solitude, contemplating their own spirituality, and accessing higher and higher levels G-dliness. But let's take Moshe, in contrast. He was the greatest of the prophets. He spoke to G-d panim el panim (face to face). He was chosen to be the leader over Bnei Yisroel, but because of his speech impediment, and because he wanted to remain in a state of receiving G-dliness in solitude, he was an unwilling leader. But ultimately, he surpassed his nature, and went out to become the greatest leader Klal Yisroel has ever known. And when a person mixes with other people, says the Chasam Sofer, he is bound to make mistakes. A leader, especially, is going to come into conflict and disagreement, and may later regret some of his actions. But this is what happens in life. If one remains in one's daled amos (four cubits), and prays, and learns, and worries only about his personal relationship with G-d, then he is not concerned with the other half of the Torah: Bein adam L'chaveiro (mitzvahs between man and his fellow man). One who is concerned with his fellow Jew will leave his quarters, leave the beis midrash, and go out and do good for the Klal, knowing well that he will have to compromise his own spirituality along the way. 

I heard an interview with Rav Shlomo Amar, chief Sephardic Rabbi of Israel, the other day, part of which touched on this same subject. He said that years ago when he served as av beis din (head of the rabbinical court) in the city of Petach Tikvah, he would give shiurim (classes) and inspirational sermons in the local shuls and yeshivos. He spent great amounts of time on that, and soon realized that he was left with little time for learning. One shabbos he was in Jerusalem, and picked up a new sefer written by Rav Yonasan Eibshitz. He opened it up, and the following practically jumped off the page: "With all my learning and with all the piskei din (religious rulings) I write, there is no time as valuable as the time spent offering words of inspiration to strengthen others. This is equal in importance to all of my learning." Rav Shlomo was astounded by both the fact that he opened to that exact page and line, and by the message itself. His depression began to lift. He met soon after with Rav Ovadia Yosef, and told over the story. Rav Yosef said that this exact matter pained him, as well. "There is so much time that I am not learning Torah because I am busy inspiring the public," he said. In fact, in his sefer, Rav Yosef recounted that once when he was suffering greatly from this same dilemma, the Ben Ish Chai came to him in a dream. His message was that educating the public makes a great impression up above in the heavens, and it is very dear to Hashem. He commanded Rav Yosef to continue his work in inspiring others.

Wednesday, January 22, 2014



  1. Jump up to:a b The Wild Man of Hollywood Meets the Wilds of Borneo Mathews, Jack. Los Angeles Times (1923-Current File) [Los Angeles, Calif08 Nov 1987: K4] accessed 2 May 2013
  2. Jump up^ In Borneo's Wilds, Legend Takes Root: In 'Farewell to the King,' John Milius tells a tale of the struggle for freedom. In the Wilds of Borneo, Legend Takes Root By JOHN CULHANE. New York Times (1923-Current file) [New York, N.Y] 26 Feb 1989: H15.
  3. Jump up^ Ken Plume, "Interview with John Milius", IGN Film, 7 May 2003 accessed 5 January 2013
  4. Jump up^ Segaloff, Nat, "John Milius: The Good Fights", Backstory 4: Interviews with Screenwriters of the 1970s and 1980s, Ed. Patrick McGilligan, Uni of California 2006 p 305
  5. Jump up^ Medavoy, Mike with Josh Young, You're Only as Good as Your Next One, Astria, 2002 p 174-175

    In Borneo's Wilds, Legend Takes Root: In 'Farewell to the King,' John Milius tells a tale of the struggle for freedom. In the Wilds of Borneo, Legend Takes Root By JOHN CULHANE. New York Times (1923-Current file) [New York, N.Y] 26 Feb 1989: H15.


    Farewell to the King

    From Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia
    Farewell to the King
    DVD release cover
    Directed byJohn Milius
    Produced byAndre Morgan
    Albert Ruddy
    Written byJohn Milius (screenplay)
    Based on the bookL'Adieu au Roi by Pierre Schoendoerffer
    StarringNick Nolte
    Nigel Havers
    Frank McRae
    Gerry Lopez
    Music byBasil Poledouris
    CinematographyDean Semler
    Editing byAnne V. Coates
    Carroll Timothy O'Meara
    Distributed byOrion Pictures
    Release datesMarch 3, 1988
    Running time115 minutes
    CountryUnited States
    Budget$16 million[1]
    Box office$2,420,917
    Farewell to the King is a 1988 film written and directed by John Milius. It stars Nick NolteNigel HaversFrank McRae, and Gerry Lopez and is based on the 1969 novelL'Adieu au Roi by Pierre Schoendoerffer. Longtime Milius collaborator Basil Poledouris composed the musical score.

    Plot summary[edit]

    During World War II, American deserter Learoyd escapes a Japanese firing squad. Hiding himself in the wilds of Borneo, Learoyd is adopted by a head-hunting tribe of Dayaks, who consider him "divine" because of his blue eyes. Before long, Learoyd is the reigning king of the Dayaks. When British soldiers approach him to rejoin the war against the Japanese, Learoyd resists. When his own tribe is threatened by the invaders, however, the "king" deigns to fight for their rights.


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    The opening image in “Farewell to the King” shows a man walking out on World War II. His lifeboat has been washed ashore on a tropical island somewhere in the Pacific, and while his fellow survivors are captured and executed by the Japanese, he plunges into the jungle, staggering and hallucinating until he is found by a native tribe. When the movie rejoins his life three years later, he is the king of the tribe and is trying to steer it clear of the war.
    This image of the white man deep in the jungle ruling a tribe must be a compelling one forJohn Milius, who wrote and directed “Farewell to the King.” In his screenplay for Francis Coppola’s “Apocalypse Now,” Milius created a similar character for Marlon Brando. Learoyd, the character played by Nick Nolte in this film, is like Kurtz, the Brando character: He has gone AWOL and native, and lives in a jungle fastness, catered to by a tribe that regards as a sort of god.
    There is probably a deep-seated personal impulse at work here.
    Does Milius imagine his characters shouldering the White Man’s Burden, or does he see them escaping a corrupt civilization to live in an unspoiled natural society? With Kurtz, we never knew, but the Nolte character in “Farewell to the King” gladly embraces his new situation and wants to drop out of Western civilization if he can. At a key point in the film, he shows a visiting British officer a secret valley in the heart of the island, where a sort of Shangri-La has grown up, isolated from the corruptions of the outside. He feels it is his mission to protect this sacred place from the Japanese and the Allies.
    It is tempting to consider the politics of this movie, which waver between benevolent despotism and anthropological zeal. But perhaps Milius really has no message. The spirit of the film seems closer to the work of Conrad or Melville than to contemporary politics: Here is an extraordinary man, the story says, who finds himself in an extraordinary situation and takes advantage of it. I was reminded a little of Van Wyk, the Dutchman in Conrad’s End of the Tether who runs his corner of the Pacific more or less the way he wants to, and knows enough about his fellow Europeans to keep them at arm’s length.
    In a film like this, the central performance is crucial, and Nolte is absorbed by the character. Just a few days before seeing “Farewell to the King” I saw Nolte as a painter - a manipulator and player in the New York art world - in theMartin Scorsese segment of “New York Stories.” Now here he was half naked in the jungle, dandling an infant on his knee. Nolte’s strength as an actor is that he seemed at home in both environments; he was an inhabitant, not a visitor.
    The plot, based on a novel by Pierre Schoendoerffer, is much more predictable than the situation. Learoyd, the Nolte character, is a full-blown tribal king by the time we see him again, and the movie bypasses any attempt to show how he won that status, preferring instead to move ahead to a more conventional action scenario. British commandos, led by Nigel Havers, are parachuted onto the island to try to enlist the American and his tribesmen in the war against the Japanese. Learoyd wants nothing to do with them.
    “You cannot turn your back on this war,” Havers warns him, and sure enough, he is right. Milius then unfolds a more or less predictable series of action scenes in which Learoyd turns into a superhuman fighting machine, blasting countless foes to smithereens before finally announcing, “From this day forward, I will raise my hand against no man.” This vow is less impressive than it might have been, since there are few enemies left alive to raise his hand against. And then there is a sequel revealing whether Learoyd realizes his dream of living apart from civilization.
    What is most interesting about “Farewell to the King” is its impulse to tell this story at all. It could so easily have become ridiculous, or merely violent, but Milius keeps edging back toward the philosophy of his hero. Learoyd is given several speeches in which he explains why he believes what he believes, and the movie never becomes only an action film. There is a contradiction somewhere, I suppose, in the story of a pacifist isolationist who kills in order to defend his vision, but what the heck, nobody’s perfect.