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Saturday, January 13, 2018
Stepping Into Tomorrow and a Message from the Pleiadians--Sue Lie
1-13-17
STEPPING INTO TOMORROW
Sue Lie and the Pleiadians
Sue Lie and the Pleiadians
Within this now, we
feel a glowing.
It has no heat, but
it has a knowing
What could it be,
could it be me
Within the NOW in
which we see?
For what we see,
please do not ask
For first, we must
complete our task
Please don’t ask just
what we see,
Or even if it might
be me
For the answer is, we
just don’t know
Exactly what this
glow will show
But, the glow is
growing day-by-day
As we seem to change
in every way
The message from this
glow is true
But we can’t quite
catch what we’re to do
We must relax to help
us see
Just who it is we need
to be
Is there a message within
this glow
But we don’t know,
how to “let it show?”
Why can’t we see what
is right there
Perhaps we are afraid
to dare
What if we saw
another “me”
A me who is completely free?
Free from fear and
free from sorrow
Is that the “me” we’ll
be tomorrow?
Tomorrow and forever
more
Could we live within our
core?
Inside our core we
feel this “me”
The one we know that
we can be
We feel our heart and
hear our mind
Telling us to, “Just
be kind!”
But what is kind in a
world of fear?
What should we say,
what can we hear?
Can we hear the call
of those who suffer?
Can love and light
create a buffer?
A buffer that will
show the way
To guide us to a
brand new day
Can we find this day
inside our heart?
At least that is a
place to start!
Within our heart,
inside our mind
We must look, so we
can find
Find our heart,
inside our mind
To know that love is always kind
This kindness is the
key to love
That flows inside from
up above
Above the strife and
past the sorrow
Awaits the birth of a
new tomorrow
But this tomorrow, we
must create
And do it now, and
not too late
If we can remember
our truest source
We will recall our
chosen course
Before we entered
this earthly land
We had to learn and
understand
That many from the
third dimension
Live their life in
fear and tension
Therefore, we chose
to come to Earth
To help Her with Her
new rebirth
Then, many of us lost
our way
And it became too
hard to stay
But, when we returned
back to our Star
We realized then how
strong you are
To come to Earth
within this NOW
And teach the ones
who can learn HOW
To remember WHO you’ve
always been
That you are our
family, you are our kin
In fact, you’ve come
to us each night
To remember you are made
of light
The light you had to
hide on Earth
Is there to help you
with rebirth
Rebirth into your
truest Being
Of higher thoughts
and higher seeing
This Higher SELF, you
are today
In every minute and
every way
If you can remember what
you have learned
And take the LIGHT
that you have earned
To remember NOW, your
own true LIGHT
That guides your way
and clears your fright
Once you have found your
Light within
Your “Higher Life”
will soon begin
You will remember you
came to Earth
To assist Dear Gaia
with Her RE-BRITH
And how the being
that you really are
did guide you there
from your distant star
You came to Gaia for
“Her Ascension”
That is your honor,
and your intension
Remember now, your
Higher Life
With freedom from all
fear and strife
Within that memory, you’ll
release ALL sorrow
AND
step into your NEW TOMORROW!
We the Pleiadians realize that "tomorrow" is a third dimensional concept, as we, your Galactic Family primarily
reside in the fifth dimension. The fifth dimension runs under a
different Operating System than the third dimensional "Time and Space"
system. We, the members of your Galactic Family, are no longer under the
Earthly restrictions of the physical and astral planes, which both are
bound by their own version of "time."
However,
since so many of us have visited your third/fourth dimensional world,
we are very aware of the many challenges that you face, especially
within this particular NOW. It is for this reason that so many of us
have volunteered to take a third dimensional earth vessel. And, YES, our
volunteers are all very ready to step int the "New Tomorrow."
We
have largely come to your "transmutational society" to be of assistance
to the many who are awakening to their true SELF more and more each
day. It is also, for this reason, that we have allowed our Ships to fly a
bit too low, to just happen to be above a large gathering of people on
Earth, or to meet you in sleeping Astral Body to take to "home to the
ship" for a bit of the "NO TIME" of our fifth dimensional reality.
Because our reality is fifth dimensional, we can enjoy both our own world as well as your increasingly
awakening physical world. You may have some new friends that do not
invite you to their house, as they live on their Starship. Or, you may
wonder where that very tall blond beings seem to know so much and love
to laugh.
Yes,
we Pleiadians, love to love and to have fun. We greatly enjoy visiting
our brothers and sisters from our Ship, or our Home worlds, who have
volunteered to "wear" a third dimensional earth vessel so that they can
"blend into" your reality. When they look like humans, then humans will
trust them more easily.
We
are so sorry that your transition from being in a third/fourth
dimensional reality of Time and Space reality while your friends and
family are all on their Ship or Home World. Now, we deeply understand
why so many of our volunteers to 3D Earth have forgotten their true,
Multidimensional SELF.
However,
TOMORROW is closer than you may think. In fact, "tomorrow" is a third
dimensional term that does not even exist in our world which is based on
the NOW of the ONE. We invite you all
to join us in your night bodies, in fact, many of you do so every night. And, when they do so, TOMORROW merges with NOW!
Therefore we close our brief message by saying, "WE are HERE with you NOW"
Blessings within this NOW from your beloved Pleiadian Family!
Tomorrow is HERE NOW
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Tuesday, December 19, 2017
RELEASING THE MATRIX, PART 1, OF A NOVEL BY SUZANNE LIE
12-19-17
RELEASING
THE MATRIX
Part 1
A Novel through Sue Lie and the Arcturians
Introduction
I
just moved into a new house. That is a “new house” to me, as the house is
actually quite old. I inherited this house, from my Grandmother who had lived
there her entire life. The house is very big with many rooms, as well as a
cellar and an attic. The cellar had far too many spiders, but as soon as I was
settled in, I decided to explore the attic.
I
climbed the small stairway, which was behind the mysterious locked door, for
which I finally had the key. It was an old fashioned key, an old fashioned
keyhole, and an old fashioned door. Of course, my Grandmother cherished the house
exactly as it had always been.
Therefore,
outside of important repairs and appropriate painting, the house remained the
way it had always been. I spent many summers at Grandma’s house, and searched
vigilantly to find the key that I now held in my hand. The fact that Grandma
never let me go into the attic only made me more and more anxious to enter it.
I am
sorry that my Grandmother’s death is the reason why I could find the key the
will, and eventually, open the attic door. In fact, I have lived here every
summer of my life. My parents were not too interested in raising their only
child, me, so it was boarding school during the school year and Grandma’s house
in the summer.
My
mother had a nanny who sort of watched me
when I wasn’t at Boarding School or Grandma’s house. However, the nanny was too
expensive, so they dropped me off to live with my Grandmother fulltime when I
was only 8 years old.
They
did not even wait for Grandma to open the door when they rushed off to wherever
they went. I was never so relieved when Grandma’s smiling face welcomed me into
her, which was now our, home. I lived there happily with
Grandma until I went away to collage.
Thank
Heavens for Grandma, or my Mother would have put me in a Boarding School all
year round. But I should not speak ill of my parents as they died in a horrid
car accident when I was only 13. Because I had such a history of living with my
Grandmother, the state allowed me to continue living with her.
It
was the happiest moment of my life when I knocked on Grandma’s door with all my
cherished possessions in boxes beside me. My parents barely said good-by to me
and rushed off to where ever they went the second that Grandmas opened her door.
But, somehow, I knew that this was the last time they would drop me off at my
Grandma’s house, and that I would not see them again.
I
was never so relieved when Grandma’s smiling face welcomed me into her, which was now our, home. I lived there happily with Grandma until I went away to
collage. I never saw my parents again.
I
must say that my self-esteem was pretty damaged by my parent’s behavior, but
Grandma had always made up for that. However, now, as a young woman, I was
alone. Unfortunately, Grandma left this world just before I finished college,
but she left her home and everything she had to me.
There
was a bit of money in the package, so I toured Europe for the summer after my
graduation. I think it was too much to go to Grandma’s house and not find her
waiting for me with a warm hug and cookies. But, eventually, I had to go home
to what was no longer Grandma’s home, but my house.
I
never saw my parents again, as they moved far away and never invited me to
visit. I must say that my self-esteem was pretty damaged by my parent’s
behavior, but Grandma had always made up for that. However, now, as a young
woman, I was alone.
However,
having Grandma’s house made me feel that I had the home that I had always loved
to visit. Now it was my home, and I was standing in front of the door, key in
the lock, but hesitating to turn it.
I
knew that I would NOT smell the fresh baked cookies, or enjoy the wonderful
smell that always filled her home. At least she had died suddenly, and in her
beloved home. I am still guilty that I did not leave Europe to come to her
funeral.
However,
I had a very vivid dream the very night after she died in which she came to me
and said, “I have asked in my will, which I have attached a copy to this letter,
to be cremated. Please do not leave your vacation to come to my cremation. I
will come to you. Please allow me that final joy of showing you the lovely
Lightbody that I now wear.”
“Sure enough, the very next evening she came
to me in a body of Golden Light. The only thing she said was, “Beloved
Granddaughter, I have left everything I had to you, and most important, I have
left you the key to the attic. I love you infinitely, so I wanted to tell you
that I now know that life is eternal
and death is an illusion.
“Please
remember always that you are my Beloved Granddaughter whom will love
conditionally beyond all space and time.”
I
was very confused by the “beyond all space and time” comment, as that was not the
way my Grandmother spoke. Nonetheless, the statement made me cry uncontrollably,
but not just for sorrow. Instead, I cried for the great love that I had always
felt from Grandma, and for the love I would always have for her.
CHAPTER ONE
Finding
the Journal
When
I first returned from Europe, I went to Grandma’s resting place with a huge
bouquet of her favorite flowers. However, as I got closer and closer to her
“resting place,” I knew that I would not be able to face her grave, so I turned
the other way, away from the cemetery and away from what remained of my
grandmother.
After
a few months living in Grandma’s house, I was finally ready to go to her final
resting place. I was very tempted to turn away again, but then I remembered the
vision of her in a golden body, which gave me great comfort. Also, I wanted to
thank her for all the money that she had left me.
I
still wonder how an elder woman who never seemed to have a job could have so
much money. My parents had been very tight with the money they gave me, and
said it was because my Boarding School was so expensive. But, later, I learned
that my Grandmother had paid for all my education.
I
tried many times to ask Grandma how she could afford to give me all that money,
but she always said, “Don’t worry about it dear. It is all taken care of.” I
never found out what she meant by, “It is al taken care of,” but she left me
enough that would not have to work for quite a while.
Fortunately,
I was smart enough to get a good money manager, who put me on a budget, or I
might have blown through my money like my parents always did. I am now enrolled
in graduate school, which will start in a few months. Therefore, I am focusing
my attention on taking care of the house, the large yard, and exploring the
“locked attic” that Grandma would not let me enter.
In
fact, she even refused to talk about the attic, which gave a great sense of
mystery and me want to enter it even more. However, the other day I was
rummaging around in some boxes in the pantry and found a key that said, “Attic”
on it.
You
would think that I would instantly run up and go into the attic, but now that I
could enter it, I was afraid. Grandma was not a timid woman, so when she never
allowed me to enter the attic, my childhood-self made up all kinds of stories
of what mysterious things were happening in the attic.
As
an adult I knew these stories could not be true, but the fear that my stories
created, still remained deep inside of me. So, again, I found many reasons why
I was “too busy” to explore the attic and put the key in a “safe place,” which
I unconsciously made myself forget.
As
soon as I realized that I was letting my fear get the best of me, I began my
search to “find the key.” Of course, I searched the house for months and could
not find it. Then, finally, one day, I was in a hurry to go on a date and could
not find the necklace that I wanted to wear.
In
my hurry and aggravation, I turned the jewelry box upside down to dump
everything on my dresser. And then there, to my surprise, was the key tapped to
the bottom of my jewelry box. I instantly recognized the key and ran towards
the door to the attic. But when I got to the door, I paused.
Why
was I so afraid of going into that attic? It had been many months that I had
very happily lived in this house. There was no reason for my feelings, I told
myself again and again. For two days I tried to convince myself to unlock the
door and walk the stairway up to the attack.
Then,
I had another dream of Grandma in her Golden Body. All she said was, “Do not be
afraid my love.” She might have meant something other than the key, but as soon
as I awoke I put on some jeans and a t-shirt, took the key from the bottom of
my jewelry box, and headed for the door to the attic.
The
key fit perfectly, in fact, it was also as if it turned itself. I tried not to
ponder on that strange sensation as I already had more adrenalin then I needed.
The door opened as easily as the key turned. “This is weird,” I told myself.
“one would think that such and old key would not work so easily on such an old
door.
I
did not realize that the high window towards the top of the house was for the
attic, but there is was with the Sun shinning brightly on a particular pile of
old papers. Since everything that had happened so far was surrealistic, I
decided to look at that pile of papers first.
I
carefully moved the loose papers and found a bound manuscript just under them.
It was as if those papers had been put there to hid, or protect, the bound
manuscript, which I carefully picked up. As I opened the book to the first
page, I found an introduction, which I will share word for word. It was written
by a person called Shara Lynn.
In
fact, the book/manuscript, was Shara Lynn’s journal. “I am sure my Grandmother
got this book at one of the many old bookstores she loved to go to. Was this
the book that she always seemed to be looking for.
I
remember the joy of rummaging through the old book stacks in search of a
mysterious book that Grandma was always looking for. I wonder if the book I
just found is the one she was always looking for?
I
guess I will never know the answer to that. However, if I read the book, I
might get some clues at to what my Grandmother was up to. It was then that I
began to sob. Up until now, I had pushed by sorrow away into a safe place that
I could visit when I was ready.
But
as the memory of looking through old, used bookstores with Grandma searching
for something that she never shared with me, I was hit by my great sorrow of
loosing her. I began to sob, almost uncontrollably, as I remembered all the
wonderful times I had spent with my beloved Grandmother.
Finally,
my tears spent, I was able to carefully open the old book to discover what was
inside. To my surprise, the book was actually written by a person named Shara
Lynn, and it was her journal.
Who
was this Shara Lynn, and how did my Grandmother get her book? “Well,” I told
myself, “You will not find out until you take the book downstairs and start
reading it.” Thank Heavens, the practical me came while before the sorrowful,
and more lonely than I thought person, could take over my thoughts.
In
fact, before I go more into my problems, I want to share the first chapter with
you.
“Wait.” I said to myself. “Who is this “you” that came into my thoughts? For some reason the name Shara Lynn came back into my mind.
“Wait.” I said to myself. “Who is this “you” that came into my thoughts? For some reason the name Shara Lynn came back into my mind.
“Who
is this Shara Lynn and why does she keep coming into my mind?” I yelled to no
one. However, once again, I felt the emanation, no, I am sure it was just the
memory of, my Grandmother’s sweet voice saying, “Read the book dear. I left it
here for you.”
Now
I was really spooked to hear my Grandmother answer my thoughts. However, I then
realized that she had been answering all my thoughts since she had passed on.
(I cannot bare to say the word “died.”)
I
think the reason why I actually opened the book and started to read it was to
distract me from my sorrow. I have always loved a good mystery, and this was,
indeed, a mystery. Therefore, I took the book firmly in my hands, left the
attack, walked down the long stairs and locked the door again.
Why
did I feel a need to lock the door, and why did I “hide” the key to the attack
in my jewelry book again? I am now able to realize that I was, indeed,
following some form of “higher guidance,” but I did not even know about that
term back then.
Even
with the keep back in my jewelry box, and the book recovered and waiting next
to my bed, I did not even open it for more days that I can remember. Why was I
so frightened by this book? What could be so “scary” in my Grand Mother’s
Journal.
Well,
I was about to find out.
(to be continued)
(to be continued)
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