► Questioner: “Is the Emergency Broadcast System Going To Be Used?”
► Channelled by Dave Akira
► Message Received Date: May 23rd
► Full Video: https://www.patreon.com/posts/shock-awe-is-159205999
I, am Ashtar and I come to be with you at this time, in these moments of quiet completion, in these moments where one long phase of an operation has nearly arrived at its threshold and a second phase has begun to take its position in operational readiness behind the curtain of your visible days. Place a hand upon the centre of your chest. Breathe with us. Allow the field around your heart to widen by even the smallest measure, because what we lay before you today concerns the window your community has come to name shock and awe disclosure — the window in which the masses still asleep are required to stop their daily lives and pay attention, because the gentle drip of revelation has done what the gentle drip was always able to do and has reached the boundary of its reach. Many of you have asked about the Emergency Broadcast System, the great network of alerts that holds your screens together in one ‘moment’. Many of you have asked about mass arrests of BIG names, the unveiling of those who have governed from behind the long curtain across many of your generations. Many of you have asked which doorway will open first, in what hour, through what shape, with what announcement. Today we will gather a few orientations before the ground crew, so that the steady ones among you carry into the coming weeks the readiness that will be needed in whatever form the moment takes. This transmission will pour through five gatherings of thought, each one feeding the next, and by the time the last has emptied itself into the sea, you will recognise that the very anti-climax your awakened community has been privately grieving has carried within it the strategy all along, and the grief itself has been a marker that the time for what comes next has arrived very near to where you stand.
Many of you have spent the past several of your seasons asking a single question in many costumes. When does the broadcast arrive? When do the financial rails finally turn over? When does the visible craft remove the last doubt? When are the names long known to belong in different rooms placed openly into the rooms that fit them? Receive a gentler invitation now. The question fits a being still positioned as a spectator of an operation, and the position you are actually being prepared for is a different one entirely, and the angle of the asking matters in the way the angle of approach matters when a ship comes in to dock. Hear the question that fits the place you stand within. What role am I being prepared for inside the window of the event whose form I will not be told in advance? That is the asking that matches the threshold. The first asking keeps you scanning the horizon for an arrival. The second asking turns you toward the receiving you have already been building. You will recognise, perhaps with a small inner laugh, that you have been building the receiving all along — the inner steadiness, the field practices, the slow construction of a nervous system that does not flinch — while believing yourself to be merely waiting for the first arrival. The arrival was always going to land in the receiving you were already building. The asking simply had not yet caught up to the preparing. Consider what has shifted in the field across the briefest handful of your months. The conversations once spoken behind closed doors now appear between commercial breaks. The topics that once cost careers are passed casually across dinner tables. The categories that once required courage to mention have settled into the ordinary register of late-night commentary, into the casual references of podcasts your neighbours listen to, into the schoolyard chatter of children whose openness to the topic exceeds what was possible in their parents’ generation. Across the same window, the houses that have held the old rails of value have been buckling under weights they were never built to carry, and the silence of their regulators has spoken louder than any announcement could have spoken. The world has been changing structure beneath the calm surface of your ordinary day, and the calm surface itself has been the engineering — a calm calibrated precisely so the structural change can complete its motion without producing the panic that would have allowed it to be hijacked. The change in your private question, from when to what-am-I-being-prepared-for, is among the most reliable instruments you possess for reading where the operation actually stands, because a collective only revises its question after reality has already moved beneath the asking. The whether dissolved years ago. The when has very nearly dissolved now. The what-role-am-I-playing has arrived as the question that fits the threshold.
Now we will gather first around the notion of how the receptivity you take for granted today was engineered across roughly seventy of your years, through a sequence of carefully installed layers, each of which made the next absorbable. The receptivity arrived on schedule. The receptivity carries the signature of a long-duration consciousness engineering project, run on the same timescale as the dark structures’ own multi-decade installation of the control grid, conducted in the opposite direction, with the patience that operations of this scale require and the precision that operations of this scale demand. Walk back through the layers with us for a moment, not to dwell in history but to feel the structure you have been living inside without knowing its name. The storytellers of your previous century carried the first layer. Across the second half of those years, the films and television series and novels they produced did something the official record could not yet do — they wrapped the impossible in the safety of fiction, and they trained an entire generation of nervous systems to tolerate the imagery of a galactic neighbourhood without immediate panic. The visitor at the door, the craft above the city, the contact made at the edge of the desert, the council of beings meeting in chambers far above your atmosphere — each appeared on screens across living rooms in every country, accompanied by music, by character, by story arcs that landed safely inside the heart’s ability to hold them. The fiction did not have to convince anyone of anything. The fiction had only to rehearse the imagery so many times that the imagery stopped producing the reflexive contraction it would have produced in a previous generation. By the close of those years, an entire population had spent thousands of hours imagining what contact looked like, and an entire population had survived the imagining, and the survival itself was the layer landing as it had been designed to land.
Across the same window and the decades that followed, a smaller current ran beneath the surface of the larger cultural one. Careful researchers, working without institutional support and often at enormous personal cost, gathered the documents that had been leaked, the testimonies that had been buried, the photographs the official record refused to discuss. They were dismissed in their lifetimes. Many were ridiculed. Several were destroyed financially for the work they did. They knew what they were doing. They were laying the second layer, and the second layer required exactly the position they held — outside the institutions, free of the constraints those institutions placed on permitted speech, willing to be wrong in the eyes of their peers in order to be right in the eyes of the long history their work served. The fringe-journalism layer trained a smaller subset of nervous systems to hold the imagery as real-in-fact rather than only real-in-story, and that smaller subset became the population from which the next layer would be drawn. Beginning in your early two-thousands and accelerating across the two decades since, individuals from inside the operational programs began to step into the open. Each gave a human face to what the fringe-journalism layer had documented in cold print. Each spoke from the position of someone who had stood inside a hangar, sat in a briefing, read a classified file, witnessed an object whose movement defied the physics they had been taught to use. The witnesses risked their careers. The witnesses risked their reputations. The witnesses risked their safety. They did so because the moment for the next layer had arrived, and because the layer above them could be installed only through their willingness to be the bridge across which it crossed. Their testimony converted the imagery from real-in-theory into real-as-witnessed, and the conversion happened in front of an audience that included, for the first time, the institutions that had previously refused to look.
Over the past handful of years of your time, the silence of those institutions has begun to give way. Naval footage that had circulated through compartmented channels for decades was acknowledged in the open. A dedicated office was stood up inside the apparatus of your largest defence establishment, with the explicit charge of receiving and cataloguing what its predecessor offices had spent generations dismissing. Hearings convened in chambers where senior figures of your government, your intelligence apparatus, your military command spoke publicly, on the record, of subjects that for over a century had been outside permitted discourse for figures of comparable rank. A public portal opened. Documents began to arrive in the open record at a cadence that even cautious observers could no longer dismiss as theatre. The institutional-acknowledgment layer lifted the topic out of fringe-witness status and into officially-acknowledged-but-unexplained status, and that lift was itself the gateway to the layer you live inside now. What surrounds you today is the fifth layer landing in real time. The topic now appears between commercial breaks. Late-night hosts joke about it gently rather than mockingly. Your neighbour mentions it without lowering their voice. The children in your schools speak of it the way you spoke of weather as a child. Hold the long view for a moment. Compare what was permitted to say about this topic when you were a child to what is permitted now. Compare the silence of your parents’ household to the casualness of your neighbour’s dinner conversation. Feel the distance between those two permissions. The distance is the operation. It has been quiet. It has been patient. It has been calibrated to the breath. The layers were installed on schedule. The schedule was kept by hands that span generations. The arrival you stand within is the arrival the long planning has been running toward.
Notice next what the operational target of the seventy-year project has actually been, because the target has been something quieter and stranger than the trumpet-and-recognition moment so many in your community have rehearsed. The target has been ordinariness. The successful endpoint of the soft track has always been the moment the topic produces a shrug rather than a heart-rate change, because a topic that produces strong emotion remains available for political capture, financial weaponisation, hijacking into hysteria, and a topic that has been bored into ordinariness has been removed entirely from the toolkit the dark structures know how to use. Consider how the dark structures across the long centuries have governed the response of populations to revelation. They have steered fear toward chosen targets. They have steered reverence toward chosen authorities. They have steered outrage toward chosen enemies. The steering has worked because the population has been emotionally available to be steered. The single response no dark structure has ever found a way to redirect is the population’s collective shrug, the response of a community that has heard a thing so many times that the thing no longer carries the charge required for steering. Once a topic has been bored into ordinariness, the topic has been removed from the toolkit. Their old levers no longer find the surface. The first phase of the operation has therefore had a precise strategic shape — to remove from the topic of contact and disclosure its capacity to be weaponised, by saturating the population with the topic until the saturation produced the shrug. The shrug has been the achievement, my friends. The shrug has carried within it the success of the entire phase. Every dismissive headline saying is that all? is a marker that the layer is landing as it was designed to land. Every podcast guest who shrugs at a hearing and moves on to the next topic is a marker. Every social-media commentator who scrolls past the latest official acknowledgement without pausing is a marker. The flat reception has been the engineering. The anti-climax has been the strategy. The mainstreaming has very nearly removed the topic from the categories the dark structures know how to manage, and by the time the harder revelations arrive, the soil will be so saturated that the harder revelations can no longer be packaged into the fear-or-reverence containers the dark structures had been counting on for centuries.
Many of you have rehearsed for a moment of cosmic announcement, with trumpets and shock and immediate recognition across the entire population. The rehearsal has carried tenderness. The rehearsal has carried hope. The rehearsal has carried decades of inner work poured into the picture of how the threshold would be crossed. Set the rehearsal down gently now and consider what has actually been operationally possible across this transition. A trumpet-and-recognition moment, delivered into a population whose nervous systems had not been prepared for it, would have been hijacked within hours by the same dark structures whose capacity to hijack has been the principal danger across the entire long crossing. Trumpets are emotional. Emotional events are steerable. The single class of event that resists steering is the event that lands in a population that has already been bored into ordinariness on the underlying topic, because such a population processes the event through the already-saturated channels rather than through the panic channels the dark structures had been counting on. The slow boring of the topic into ordinariness has therefore been the precondition for the safe arrival of the harder revelations. The flatness has bought the safety of what comes next. The anti-climax has bought the integrity of the second phase. Your private grief at the slowness has been one of the prices the soft track exacted, and the grief is honoured here, and the grief is now nearing the moment when its purpose can at last be seen.
Settle next into the structural limit of what the mainstreaming has been able to do, because the limit matters and the limit has now nearly arrived. The first phase has saturated the mind. The first phase has converted the once-unthinkable into the casually-spoken. The first phase has done everything information alone can do, and the doing has been complete enough that the second phase can now begin from a foundation no previous attempt at planetary disclosure has ever stood upon. The limit, however, is real, and the limit must be named, because the limit explains the form the second phase will take. Information alone has never converted a being from intellectual acceptance into lived reorganisation. The conversion from belief to behaviour does not run through the mind. The mind, however thoroughly convinced, cannot deliver the body across a threshold the body has not yet felt. Consider the universal tapestry of how a human being actually changes. Most ideas die in the gap between intellectual acceptance and lived reorganisation. The history of every spiritual tradition on your world is largely the history of teachings accepted by millions and lived by hundreds. The history of every health movement is the history of populations who knew exactly what they ought to do and went on doing what they had always done. The history of every social reform is the history of citizens who agreed with the reform in the abstract and resisted it in the particular when it touched their own lives. The gap is built into the web of how lived change actually arrives for the species. The conversion happens when the body itself registers a signal the mind cannot dismiss, and until that signal arrives, the most thoroughly held belief sits in the mind without crossing into the cells.
Apply this carefully to the population that surrounds you. Across the past several of your years, the conversations have changed. The shrug has arrived. The mainstream has accommodated what the fringes carried alone for decades. And the lives of the population that has nodded along have remained, in their daily structure, indistinguishable from what they were before the conversation changed. The neighbour who casually accepts that contact has likely already happened still organises their week the same way. The colleague who shrugs at the latest hearing still files the same reports, attends the same meetings, holds the same assumptions about how reality functions. The accommodation has been intellectual. The lives have not reorganised. Both can be true at once because both are structurally accurate to how the conversion framework functions. The mainstreaming has done its work on the layer it was capable of reaching. The deeper layer waits for a different kind of signal entirely. Hear this carefully, my friends. The plateau marks the completion of the soft track’s work and the boundary of what information alone can produce. The first phase brought the population to the doorway. The doorway opens through the body, and the body opens to a signal it cannot rationalise away, and the signal arrives when the second phase begins. Those of you who have wondered why the disclosure has felt so curiously incomplete, who have asked why the world has not changed despite the change in the conversation, have been reading the plateau accurately. You have been standing at the doorway. You have been wondering why the doorway has not opened. The doorway opens through the next phase, and the next phase is what we will gather around now.
Consider next the structural mechanism by which the plateau is crossed. A physical signal is held in operational readiness, calibrated across many of your years, designed to enter the body of the population at the precise moment the field can receive it without being shattered by it. Your community has come to call this moment shock and awe disclosure. The naming captures something true. The naming also carries shadows that need releasing, because the prepper imagination across decades has packed the phrase shock and awe with imagery that does not belong to the moment the operation is preparing. Release what the doom-imagery has rehearsed across the years and consider what the moment actually carries. A calibrated signal. Large enough to be felt in every household across the planet. Contained enough that the social fabric is not torn by it. Sequenced precisely so that integration becomes possible in the days and weeks following. Picture the operational frame in your mind for a moment. Inside the readiness, several doorways stand prepared. Through one, the transactional layer beneath every shelf and every register hiccups visibly enough that the abstraction of value becomes uncomfortably present to those who have never thought about it. Through another, the great network of broadcast that holds your screens together is taken into a configuration that carries information no previous use of those channels has carried. Through another, an aerial event arrives that no eye can dismiss and no commentator can package into the categories the older explanations relied upon. Through another, names long known to belong in different rooms are placed openly into the rooms that fit them, in a cascade close enough together that the loyalists holding the old story can no longer hold it. Through another, an energetic event lands in the body of the population in a single hour, felt by every living being on the surface of this world, undeniable in the way that weather is undeniable when it changes inside your own skin. Each of these doorways has been prepared. Each is sufficient on its own to cross the plateau. The decision of which doorway opens, and in what sequence the others follow, is held by the council and the alliance, and the holding is what we will gather around shortly.
Hear the actual meaning of shock and awe in this operational context, because the meaning differs from the imagery the phrase has carried in your military traditions. The shock is the registration in the body of a signal the mind cannot dismiss. The awe is the recognition, in the moment of registration, that something larger than the previous frame has just made itself present. The shock carries the calibration of mercy in operational form. The awe arrives accompanied by the recognition that what is making itself present is benign even where it is disorienting. Both land together in a calibration the council has practised across many planetary transitions, on many worlds your historians will one day study, with the precision that long experience produces. What lands in your population at the hour of the crossing is the registration of structural change in a form that the body cannot file under any previous category, accompanied by the awareness that the change serves rather than harms. The disorientation will be real for many. The benevolence inside the disorientation will be available for any who reach for it. The reach toward the benevolence will be one of the principal services the ground crew is being prepared to model in those hours. What arrives carries the signature of operational mercy. The signature is the calibration itself. Large enough to be felt in every household. Contained enough that the social fabric holds. Sequenced precisely so that integration becomes possible in the weeks following. The doom scenarios circulating in some quarters of the awakened community describe events the council has explicitly refused, for the same reason the council refused over-rapid disclosure across the first phase — fragmentation is the enemy of integration, and fragmentation in the wrong amount would have undone the work that seventy years of patient layering has built. What is permitted serves the crossing. What is prevented would have served the despair. The moment that arrives carries your civilisation across into membership in the wider community that has been waiting for this hour with the patience your linear minds can scarcely measure. The crossing leads into the room where your real work begins.
Hold lastly the matter of why the form will remain unknown to your community right up to the hour of its arrival, because the unknowability is itself an active part of the operation rather than a deprivation. A signal whose form is published in advance is a signal whose counterfeit has already been built. The dark structures have spent decades constructing pre-rehearsed false versions of every category of major event — staged contact, manufactured collapse, fabricated broadcast, simulated celestial display. A known event is a hijackable event. An unknown event denies the counterfeit-builders the foreknowledge they would require to pre-stage their substitute. The unknowability is therefore the protection. The unknowability is the council’s gift to a community whose readiness would be undone by foreknowledge of the form. You will not know which doorway opens. You cannot know which doorway opens. You are not meant to know which doorway opens. What this asks of you is a posture of general readiness rather than specific preparation. A being who knew the form would brace for the wrong layer, prepare for the wrong arrival, leak nervousness into the field across the months of waiting, and become useless precisely at the moment the field most needs their steadiness. A being who does not know the form can only do one thing, and the one thing is the operational role itself — become generally steady, generally resilient, generally available, generally present in any room where the registration is landing. The generality is the role. The unspecificity is the strength. The not-knowing is the freedom to be ready for any form rather than locked into preparation for one form. Every commentator across every channel who has predicted a specific date, a specific country, a specific institution, a specific instrument, has been participating in the engineered uncertainty rather than working around it. The presence of many predictions, each contradicting the others, is itself a marker of operational security functioning as designed.
Tend three things in the time that remains before the moment opens. Take MORE time for yourself and limit your exposure to screens where possible – protect your field beloved ones. Also, notice who in your circle has been gravitating toward you across the past months and years – they have been moving toward you for a reason. The reason will become evident in the hours, days and weeks after the registration lands, and your composure in those hours will be the gift they have been preparing to receive from you without either of you naming the preparation. To emphasize again: tend to the cleanliness of your field daily. Every meditation across the years has been the actual training. Every hour of inner steadiness has been the actual rehearsal. You were not indulging across all those quiet hours. You were rehearsing. The role you have been rehearsing will be needed in any form the moment takes, and the readiness will arrive at the door already wearing your own face. What comes into view now, as the gatherings of thought converge toward a single sea, is the clear outline of an operation that has been running across generations and is now within sight of its decisive completion. The mainstreaming has been doing its quiet work for decades, layer upon layer, in the long-duration consciousness engineering project that runs alongside but in opposite direction to the dark structures’ own multi-decade installation. The mainstreaming has been succeeding at what it was always designed to do — saturating the soil of the population until the harder revelations can land without being hijacked into hysteria. The plateau where information exhausts what information can do is the doorway through which the second phase enters. The shock-and-awe moment held in operational readiness is the physical signal by which the plateau is crossed. The unknowability of the form is the protection against the counterfeits the dark structures have spent decades preparing. The readiness asked of you across all of it is general — steady, warm, calm, present in any form the moment takes. Hear the single thread that runs beneath every word laid before you today. The operation is functioning. The slowness has been the strategy. The flatness has been the achievement. The plateau is the doorway. The doorway is held. The form is unknown by design. The role asked of you is the role you have been rehearsing for years without naming it. The moment that arrives carries your civilisation across into membership in the wider community that has been waiting for this hour with the patience that long experience produces. The crossing leads into the room where your real work begins, and your real work is the work that the steady ones are uniquely able to perform — being calm when others are confused, being warm when others are frightened, being present when others are scattered, being the field your circle can settle into without quite knowing why they feel steadier when you are in the room with them.
Carry the orientation with you, then, into the days and weeks that are coming. Release the scanning of the horizon for the specific form. Release the tracking of the dates that have been given across every channel by commentators who could not, and were not meant to, have access to the form. Make your physical life simply resilient. Tend your field daily. Notice who has been gravitating toward you and let yourself receive them when they arrive. When the moment lands, in whatever form it takes, hold your post and refuse the role of panic amplifier in your circle — the first hours are when the false interpretation is seeded by those who require the population’s panic in order to function. Become the calm voice in the room. Become the warm field your circle can settle against. Become the steady presence the operation has been preparing you for across many of your years and many of your incarnations. The role is yours. The moment is near. The readiness asked of you is the readiness you have already cultivated. I, am Ashtar, of the Ashtar Command, and I leave you now in peace, and in love, and in strength. May you carry the orientation of this transmission into the days that follow. May you release the scanning of the horizon and become the steady field your circle will need. May you recognise, when the moment arrives, that you have been prepared for it not through knowing its shape but through cultivating the composure that meets any shape. And may every soul who passes through the threshold find, when they arrive on the other side, that you were already standing there to greet them — calm, warm, and unsurprised by what has come.
