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My dear friends, urgent message to Plleadian star seeds. I am Endori of the
Plleadian civilization brought to you through my dear young friend Angolad. We
have reached a nexus in the flow of the timelines of your reality at which it
becomes important for you to understand certain crucial matters. You need to
understand why you as Plleadian star seeds are here upon Earth. what your
mission profile really is. And you need to understand why planet Earth and why now. You need then also to understand
what will occur next. What's next for Earth and what's next for you. You need
this information so that you can make an informed decision about where you will
go next. What your next experience of life will be.
There is no more important decision before you than the one I am about to inform you of. So, this is crucial
information. I will require your patience and your attention as I lay
this all out for you and remind you of all that you once knew before you
entered into incarnation here upon Earth. Firstly, why Earth? You are a
Plleadian being. You arose spiritually amongst your soul family upon the
pletes. That is your home. And you were doing sterling work in your journey
towards your ultimate awakening and ascension back into the oneness of the Monad to
which we belong. You are one of our brightest and best. So why are you now
on earth? Why are you amongst others who are struggling so mightily with their
issues and causing themselves, each other, and their planet so much harm?
Why have you been born amongst them in this barbaric place of murder and
mayhem? Why have you risked becoming afflicted with the illnesses of their psyches?
Because yes, it is a risk. And some of our plleadian brethren have indeed
become afflicted. Quite a few have adopted the ways of earth and fallen in consciousness. So there is a real danger
in coming here. You knew this. Yet you came anyway. Why? I shall tell you. It
will be a fairly long story. And right now I shall offer you the first part of that story. The situation report on
planet Earth. The story of how earth gets to be as it is now is long and
complex enough to fill all the books in all the libraries upon the earth. And
still that will be a cursory explanation. So I won't try to give you the whole story. Instead I will sum it
up as follows. There is such a thing as a true and authentic Earth human beings
that arose upon earth from the earth just as you arose originally in the
pletes true earth souls inhabiting earth bodies. For better or for worse, the
Earth human has been tinkered with, toyed with, manipulated, used, and abused, and then rescued and healed, and
used and abused all over again countless times since the beginning of the story
of the planet. And the ones that have acted upon Earth humans in this fashion
have been the other more technologically advanced galactic civilizations.
If you examine the religious myths and the ancient legends that still resound
in the consciousness of the planet, you find an abundance of traces of this
intervention. This mighty being with his chariot of fire that came down and
claimed a people and said to them, "You are my people and I will protect you.
You must just do as I say to the letter and worship and obey me and I will look
after you. You know what I am talking about. Almost all of the religions of the world have
such a being in them. Now please, you mustn't think you're dear old Adamu an atheist. I have explained in detail in
the Adamu speak series that I believe in God. I have personal and direct
knowledge of the divine and it is my desire to share that knowledge with others too. But my friends, the eternal
everlasting, one true creator of all things is far too great a being to
appear to one group on Earth, one tribe on one planet in one galaxy and say, "I
choose you and will help you to slay other tribes." Check with your heart.
Surely you can see this to be true. But back to the narrative. What I wish you to understand is that
this kind of intervention by space races did not happen once. It happened
countless times. A number of them are still recorded in the myths and legends
of which I spoke, but most of them predate all record of them.
You have, after all, only a few thousand years of recorded history,
sketchy as it is, and humanity has existed in one form or another for millions of years.
There were, for example, dragon gods upon your planet hundreds of thousands
of years ago, too long ago for any actual record of them to survive. But
the impact of having such bloodcurdling magnificent beings walking amongst you and flying your skies was such that it
remains in your collective psyche. I could go on and on upon this subject.
Truly, the deep history of planet Earth is massively complex.
But that story is not why I am here today. I simply wish you to understand that
earth humanity has been through the aons massively interfered with so much so
that they evolved without an identity. Earth humans do not know who or what
they are. They have not found unity over any choices whatsoever. They cannot
stand as one over anything. Now you see there are certain spiritual
councils that order the universe. There is a council of wise and beautiful
spiritual beings that order each planet, each solar system, each galaxy and so
on. and the planetary council for planet earth came to the decision a little
while ago that earth would cease to be interfered with until such time as the
bearers of the light of will upon the planet the humans could come to unity on
who and what they are what they stand for what they choose what they believe
in they must decide are they collectively service to
service to self or of unity consciousness. They must decide if their path is technological,
religious or spiritual. There are a variety of such choices and they must
make up their collective minds. And so the decision was made and we, the
Plleadian civilization, were honored by the request that we should lead the
imposition of a quarantine upon the planet until such time as humanity has
made their decision. If you study your mythology, you will see a trace record of this. I am
remembered in your mythology as a being called Atlas. And in your mythology, I
lifted the dome of the stars from the earth in order to stop a feud between
the stars. Yes, that is me. My real name is Atlas. Adamu is a title like
grandfather or wise man. And I was personally involved in arranging the
quarantine. The quarantine enforced by Atlas.
We Plleadenss were asked to provide this service since we have, and I say this
with a little pride, but without conceit, the very best ships in the galaxy.
No one could possibly enforce a quarantine better than we. Our light
ships are unparalleled for speed and maneuverability and are also virtually
indestructible. But I shall tell you more about that in due course. The point is, we were asked
to make sure that that the other space races got off the planet and stayed off
as the founder members of a federation of galactic races that join together for
mutual benefit, protection, and support. We lead a group
of races in a mission to create a quiet space upon Earth until Earth had come to
its decision point. There was one race that didn't like that at all. They are recorded in the most ancient of your
writings as the Anunnaki. But actually, that word is a kind of a synratism as
the ancients used it to refer to all the space races that were active upon planet
Earth. And there were many back then. Often quite a few space races were
active in any given civilization at any time. But for the sake of convention,
we'll call these particular ones that are known amongst pleadenss as the Red Star people by the name used in your
ancient writings, the Anunnaki.
And it was so that these Anunnaki actually rebelled against the will of
the planetary council and believe it or not went to war with us to resist being
evicted from the planet. It was quite a shambles as our primary objective was to
cease all further traumatization of humanity and they were willing to
humanity as a pawn in their game of resistance.
If we attack them directly in their positions, we would cause far more
traumatization than they ever had. So, we would not do that. In the end, there
really was only one strategy that we could use that wouldn't compromise our
own mission. We couldn't get them off Earth by attacking them on Earth. We
tried to blockade them in, but they just dug in and entrenched themselves even
further as gods. They had little god kingdoms dotted all over the planet. And
then they'd play chess with each other, but the games played out on bloody
battlefields with humans as the chess pieces. This was their entertainment and sport.
When they weren't teaching humans how to bow and scrape and sing songs of praise and worship to please their refined
ears, they were bludgeoning masses of humans against each other. So, we
certainly couldn't just leave them on the planet either.
Not only were they in contravention of the planetary council, not only had they
attacked us and placed themselves on a war footing with us, but they were also behaving in a truly monstrous fashion.
And so desperate measures were called for. We attacked them where it would
really hurt, their home planet. I won't get into all the intrigues, but you
should understand that the Anunnaki gods that were upon the planet at the time
were like minor royalty from the Red Star home world. Petty princes and
princesses, they were left to get up to whatever they wanted. And in their
boredom, they played upon the earth. When the Federation's warships arrived
in the environments of the Anunnaki home world, their king was suddenly willing
to enter into talks. Suddenly very aminable, and suddenly willing to send
instruction to his errant family members that they should extricate themselves
from planet Earth and return home post haste. He gave them a tight timeline,
and that was that, a new perspective on the great flood. And all would have
proceeded perfectly except one petulent little twit got it into his head to
destroy all that he had built on his way out. Laughs. My friends, you shall have
to forgive me. Your adamu has seen much and there is not much that raises my eye
anymore. But in retelling this story, I am brought back into the emotions that
coursed through my being back then when I discovered this one on the Anunnaki
gods in his mighty and godly fashion decided if he had to leave Earth that he
would wipe out his whole creation on his way. his own tribe and that had worshiped him
and done his every bidding. He decided to destroy and everything else that he could possibly destroy. It's difficult
not to get upset at that. He had access, you see, to certain tools that could be
used for weather control, which is another long story which if I told you,
you simply would not believe me. But the point is, he manipulated the weather to
bring maximal destruction upon his own people. Another of the Anunnaki, in fact, a brother to
the insanely destructive one, decided to try ameliarate the harm. He warned some
of the people of what his brother was planning. The result is the ancient myth
of the great flood and the man who built the ark. The story as it is now available to you
in your various religious texts has become profoundly mythologized. Of
course, in truth, the flooding was really quite localized. The whole world
was not covered in water. I should hope a little deductive reasoning would make it apparent that there is not enough
water on the planet to flood the planet. But there certainly is enough to cause a great deal of local flooding. a great
deal of local disaster. And so it was. And so it was too that those that were
warned had the wherewithal to build good weatherproof boats for themselves, their
families, and their domesticated livestock. to place in these boats sufficient feed
stock to last out a few days of torrential rain and the massive flooding that came afterwards and to provide a
safe home base to live from once the floods had subsided. The flood must
certainly have felt pretty epic to those that lived through it though and one can understand how the myth came to be what
it is. But there were survivors. In part thanks to the warning they were
given. In part thanks to the good preparations they put in place. And in
part also because we were able to deactivate the weather device, which I
shall just say was in space. And I shall leave it at that. We deactivated it and
the planet's weather returned to normal. And since then, we have been keeping a
vigil. We have been keeping the rest of the galaxy off humanity's bit of turf
while they have slowly dragized themselves. Slowly began to find themselves and
slowly began to make up their own minds about who and what they are. It's been several thousand years that we have kept
it up. And in that time, you have had very little interference. Indeed, a
remarkably good quarantine has been maintained for all this time. We are not
perfect. We do not draw an utterly impermeable boundary around the Earth. Sometimes
something happens and an Earth human encounters a being from another galactic civilization.
This is often by mistake. some perfectly respectful member of a
race that is in support of the quarantine agreement makes an error and their ship drops from a higher frequency
into your environment and you have a UFO event. That kind of thing happens.
And then there are also some that are intentionally trying to subvert the quarantine, the Zeta Grays.
You are familiar with the little gray fellows from Zeta Reticuli.
They are masters of stealth. They are able to sneak in, get up to monkey
business, and sneak out again without causing alarm. Not all the time, not
even most of the time, but it happens often enough that there is an awareness of
them upon your planet for which we apologize. We are doing our best with
them and have quite a high success rate but not nearly perfect I'm afraid. The problem is that the ones doing these
incursions are not acting under the opaces of their home world. They are corsairs buccaneers. They undertake
these missions at the behest of the highest bidder. And through the ages,
they have occasionally managed to slip through and conduct this or that mission
on behalf of some or another interested party. We have controlled them as best
we can. But it is like swatting gnats. No matter how many you get, one or two
always get through. And and they don't mind being caught. They don't even mind having their ship destroyed in the
process. They are, you see, not like you. They are a race of
the closest I can offer you is biological machines.
They are intelligent sensient beings certainly but there is no sense of eye
or of an individual self amongst them. They are the group. They have aworked
group awareness. They have shared memories. So shooting one of their ships
out of the sky doesn't actually kill anyone. Not in the normal sense. They
will simply manufacture more, as many as they believe they need, and each will
gain access to the network of information and knowledge, which is their group intelligence.
But for all that, there are unfathomably complex factions within the greater
group of their race. And some of those factions, numerically, a very small
percentage, engage in this kind of behavior. So that's a little background
on the Zeta grays. But now I need to
tell you about the trigger events. a brief lifting of the quarantine
and an offer. When the quarantine was put in place, it was agreed that there
would be certain specific events that would cause the quarantine to be lifted
in a very carefully ordered fashion. One such event occurred quite recently with
the dropping of the first atomic bombs. This was the end of a period that you
call the second world war. I don't know why you call it that. There has almost never not been world war.
But that is neither here nor there. When those devices exploded, you triggered
the possibility of planetary self-destruction. Other planetary civilizations have
utterly annihilated themselves with exactly this technology.
So with those two bombs, you caused a trigger event. Delegates of a few of the
main factions of the galactic civilizations were sent to speak to the leader of the
nation that detonated those devices. Given the high drama of the time, it
took a little time and effort to procure that meeting, but eventually it came to
pass. And the meeting when it came was with an ex-military man who was then leading a
more or less peaceful nation. He was offered a variety of options by the
various delegates. We, the Plleadenss representing the Galactic Federation of
Whitelight, offered him a peaceful path. In exchange for giving up this
self-destructive technology and the whole path it placed humanity upon, we offered a variety of other technologies,
free energy and so forth. Technologies that would lead to the betterment of all
humanity, that would allow for healing, for unity,
that would open the door to free and unfettered engagement with the galactic
community. He declined our offer, saying he would not give up the strategic advantage that nuclear weapons presented
at that crucial juncture. Though the war was officially over, what replaced it
was very far from peace. There had been a very uncomfortable alliance between
his nation and another during the war. And this alliance had fallen apart to be replaced with what would come to be
called the Cold War. And this leader was fully engaged in the preparations
for the next war. A war that is yet to come, a nuclear war.
So he gave up on the best chance humanity would quite possibly ever have.
Such was his short-sightedness, but that was the best decision he could take given the information available to him.
The Orion group, another group, representatives of a race from Orion and
a consortium of service to self races made a different offer.
You see, this race is fast dying out as a result of their own genetic unviability.
This is self-inflicted. They have for aons been tinkering with their own genome. They are themselves
GMOs, you see. And nearly everything upon their planet is genetically
modified. Not that genetic modification is per se a bad thing. It is just a bad
thing if you give yourself no way to undo what you have done. Which is what
they did. They modified themselves right to the point of their own inability to
reproduce. An unintended consequence of trying to genetically disable the aging
process. So there they are now, a race of very old beings who live very very
long lives but can have no children and are slowly slowly dying out. So what do
the beings from Orion want? A mulligan, a redo, a start over. and they see
humanity's massively diverse and wonderfully robust genome as the perfect
resource that they would like to mine. They want to splice bits of human genome
back into their own to bring them back to viability as a race and not just
humanity. They also want access to Earth's animal genetics for similar
purposes. In short, what they wanted was to be given access to human genetics,
free reign to take samples from whomsoever they chose whenever they
wanted. So they offered that fearful wartime leader the one thing that H
would not be able to say no to. They wowed him and his technical advisers
with technology that would place his nation at a massive strategic advantage
over his enemies. And they said they would hand that technology over in
exchange for the genetic mining rights they sought. They further promised that samples would
be taken stealthily, that the samples individual would never know that they
had even been touched. And so that leader agreed.
He thought he had struck the most marvelous bargain. But he was wrong. It was a disastrously
poor bargain. Firstly, the technology was delivered without manuals or
instructions. Imagine a stone age man beginhanded a smartphone. What could he
do with it? He could not even use it, let alone replicate it and make many more just like it. And so it was. The
technology delivered was very advanced and would have been a massive strategic advantage, but it was incomprehensible
and unusable to those that took receipt of it. All these years later, and only
occasionally does anything come out of those most secret of labs where those
extraterrestrial devices continue to be examined and analyzed. The advances come
out so slowly that they are quickly enough absorbed by the other nations of the world that the advantage is limited.
A new perspective on alien abductions and in exchange that leader agreed to
having the populace of his nation and his treaty nations poked and prodded and sampled which has become something of a
nightmare. You see, the population can never know that this was the agreement.
How would they feel knowing they had been traded like so many heads of
cattle? And though the Orions employed some of the very best of the Zeta Grays
to conduct their sorties in the utmost stealth, what no one accounted for was
the spiritual sensitivity of some humans. For some, it is simply not possible to
hide from them that they have been sampled. You call it abducted,
though that is not a good term. You are taken, sampled, and returned.
And it is all done at a higher vibration density outside of your normal flow of
time. But be that as it may, still it is so that this is an unwarranted, unagreed
upon intrusion into your space and violation of your body and your sense of
safety. The quarantine is reinstituted. Though that wartime leader and the Orion
delegation came to an agreement, that agreement was not ratified by the
planetary council. They were willing to offer humanity a choice that would lead
to them giving up their warlike ways and choosing for peace,
choosing for unity. They though the planetwide fatigue with war followed by
the shock of an atomic bomb and the devastation that followed might just be
enough to trigger a change in consciousness. They wanted humanity to make the leap to
choosing a whole new timeline. a timeline of peace, healing, love, and
acceptance. But humanity would have to choose. They could not again be overridden by the
will of more powerful beings with more advanced technologies. That would just bring a repeat of the
pre-quarantine era. So very carefully the options were presented to just one
man, the leader of the nation that had reached that technological threshold of
planetary self annihilation. And he chose wrong. He chose for fear,
not love. He chose for separation, not unity. He chose for destruction, not
healing. And we cannot blame him for it. Such was the situation at the time. That is what one chooses when one is in his
shoes. But for all that, as I say, the treaty with Orion was not ratified by
the planetary council. And so it was that we reinstituted the quarantine
protocols and disallowed the GRA's access wherever we could, which again is
most places. But they still sneak through and they continue to engage a
variety of experiments mostly for their Orion masters but also for others. And
so that is the sitrep as military types like to say the report of the situation
on the ground. Until next time.
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