My Dear Friends,
I am Adamu 1 of the Monadic Entity of the Pleiadian
civilization,
brought to you through my dear young friend, Zingdad.
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 Pleiadian Starseeds, 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 Pleiadian being. You arose,
spiritually, amongst your soul family upon
the Pleiades. 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,
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Why are you now on Earth?
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Why are you amongst others who are
struggling so mightily with their issues and causing themselves,
each other and their planet so much harm?
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Why have you been born
amongst them in this barbaric place of murder and mayhem?
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Why have
you risked becoming afflicted with the illnesses of their psyches?
Because, yes, it is a risk...!
And some of our Pleiadian 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
Pleiades. 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 your dear old Adamu an atheist. I
have explained in detail in the Adamu Speaks 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 blood-curdlingly 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 eons, 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 Other, 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 Pleiadian 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...
Atlas is one of the many thousands of names I have
been known by across the galaxy. Or rather it is a kind of a
descriptive title just like my first name, Adamu, was.
Atlas meant
something like "he who long endures" while Adamu meant something
like "First Man" or perhaps "Chief" or even "Honored Grandfather".
But yes, I was known as
Atlas and I was personally involved in
arranging the quarantine.
The Quarantine Enforced by Atlas
We, Pleiadians 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 possible enforce a quarantine
better than we. Our lightships 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 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 syncretism 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 Pleiadians
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 use humanity as a pawn in their
game of resistance.
If we attacked 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 blockading them with a siege
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 environs of the
Anunnaki home world, their king was suddenly willing to enter talks.
Suddenly very amenable. 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 petulant little
twit got it into his head to destroy all that he had built on his
way out.
My friends, you shall have to forgive me. Your Adamu has seen much and there is not much that raises my ire any
more. 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 out! Including his own tribe that had worshipped
him and done his every bidding.
He decided to destroy them and
everything else that he could possibly destroy. It's a little
challenging not to get upset at such a wantonly, callously
destructive mindset.
Our little dictator 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 ameliorate the harm and so 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 weather-proof boats for themselves, their
families and their domesticated livestock.
To place in these boats
sufficient feedstock 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 humanities bit of turf while they have
slowly detraumatized 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 Greys
You are familiar with the little grey 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 am afraid. The problem is
that the ones doing these incursions are not acting under the
auspices 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 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 sentient beings,
certainly. But there is no sense of "I" or of an individual self,
amongst them.
They are the group. They have a networked 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 Greys.
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
at 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 Pleiadians, representing the
Galactic
Federation of White Light, 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 engage in the preparations for the next war. A
war that has 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 eons, 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 humanities 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 war-time leader the one thing that he
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 begin handed 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 extra-terrestrial 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 they
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 greys 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, un-agreed upon intrusion into your
space and violation of your body and your sense of safety.
The Quarantine is Reinstituted
Though that war-time 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 planet-wide 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
over-ridden 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 Greys 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
Sit Rep as military types like to say. The report
of the situation on the ground.
And that is the first part of this
open letter.
Coming Next
Soon I will wish to begin to speak to more spiritual matters. I want
to tell you about yourselves, as Pleiadian Starseeds.
I want to tell
you about,
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Your origins in the Pleiades.
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How you evolved there.
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And
then how it came to be that we decided to send a Starseed
delegation.
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How it came to be that you volunteered.
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What your
mission on earth really is.
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Why this is the time for you to remember
and awaken.
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What you should be doing next.
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And what your decisions
are going forward.
That's a lot to tell. And I will get to that as I am able to
pass this information through my dear Zingdad.
And, at the same time, he and I are also working on the
Adamu Speaks
series which has a parallel purpose of teaching you how to move
yourself out of victimhood and to return to yourself the memory of
your true creator nature.
So, if you have not looked into that, I do
suggest you update yourself on that too.
There is much to learn and understand. And much to do.
As a Pleiadian Starseed you are my very soul-family and I love you
dearly. And I send you my gratitude for the important work that you
have signed up for at this time upon planet Earth. What you do there
will have repercussions that will echo through eternity. So please
do not think your role to be unimportant!
But more about that in my next transmission. Until then I wish you
the very fondest farewell.
I am Adamu of the monadic entity of the Pleiadian
civilization and I
have been brought to you through my dear young friend, Zingdad...
