One of two messages received today. Enjoy! Love to all, Elizabeth

Blue Dragon Journal


Lord Chananda, the Great Divine Director: Some Thoughts on Ascension

via Eliza Ayres

I AM Lord Chananda of Sirius A, known on Earth as the Great Divine Director.

Greetings and salutations to all those who are awake and aware in this time of transition for your race and planet!

We come today to lend our light to those who are still struggling to understand or undertake the next steps on the pathway to ascension. We understand that many, even among those who consider themselves as lightworkers, do not really know what ascension entails or what is required for one to step upon the path of initiation. This pathway leads to the self-realization that you are God. You do not have to go anywhere or to be anything other than in full self-acceptance.

Understand that you are not the wholeness of God or Creation, just a portion, but as reflected by holographic…

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A pox upon thee, faint hearts!
Let’s guzzle for guzzling’s sake,
go frenziedly embracing change
till cringing in embarrassment,
spurning the facile beeline trod
at ease stuck in the replay loop.

For if not what then? To throttle
new sooth, spontaneity, novelty
and openly resist sweet change;
lie, trussed up in lack of trust;
lackey to each passing whim,
fad, fashion, fancy, folderol?

What’s cool runs hot and cold
Bridges: to build or else to burn?
Extravagance or strict penury?
Advance? Reverse? Tread water?
Now reduce? Sustain? Increase?
Enough, enough, enough already!

You’ve put in your penny’s worth,
accepted the prevailing mad belief
that time marches on, when anyone
can see it frequently limps, hobbles
and just can’t always keep up; or else
races so you have to pant for breath.

But here’s a word in your shell-like.
Grab it by that shy retiring forelock,
brazenly refuse to follow these rules,
led to follow such lead-footed rules.
Why you can even lay down new rules
And break them also, comes a time.

Best learn listen to that quiet voice,
Extraordinarily ordinary in the end.
Content to lie in slumber, limp wimp,
keep your mouth shut and head down.
“Slowly slowly, catchee monkey”. With
a search begun, something will be found.