► Questioner: “What are these INTENSE post solstice energies?
► Channelled by Philippe Brennan
► Message Received Date: June 29th
► Video Link: https://www.patreon.com/GFLStation/posts/preliminary-have-162816578
Greetings beloved ones on the sacred plane of Earth – I am Avolon, and we come forth once more as the Andromedans, the gathered council of light who have walked beside you through each moment of this long season of your waking. Yes dear hearts ablaze with love, the Sunward Answering has started and we will explain why this is so important. When last we came forth, we spoke with you of a great event — of one cycle drawing to its close and another opening wide to receive you. We told you then that a new cycle had begun. And now we return to place the next part of that telling gently into your hands, for the turning we spoke of has begun to move, and you are feeling it move through the whole of your being in these very days. We see so many of you standing right now upon the very edge of overwhelm. You feel it as a heightening that will not settle — a sense that everything within you and around you has been turned up, made louder, drawn closer to the surface. You feel it in your body as a restlessness, a current that runs beneath the skin and asks you to move even when there is nowhere yet to go. You feel it in your mind as thoughts that arrive faster and press harder. You feel it in your heart as a fullness that borders sometimes on too much. And you have wondered, many of you, whether something has gone wrong with you, whether you are somehow faltering upon the path. Let us speak to this plainly and with the greatest tenderness, for what is happening within you is precise, and it is purposeful, and it is the surest sign that your whole being has come alive to the work of this hour.
Picture, for a moment, a room that is FULL of things — a room in which many things have gathered over many years, resting in every corner, stacked along every wall. Now picture that room in darkness. In the darkness you reach for nothing, because you see nothing. All is still. All is quiet. The clutter is there, every piece of it, and yet none of it troubles you, for none of it meets your eye. And now picture the moment the light is switched on. In a single instant the whole of the room stands revealed — every object, every corner, everything that was always there, seen now all at once. Nothing new has entered the room. The light has simply shown you what was present all along. The light rising through your field in these days works in just this way. It is a light that reveals. It reaches into every corner of you and shows you what has long been resting there — the gathered things of many years, the joys and the aches alike, the treasures and the old sorrows, all of it lifted at once into your seeing. This is why you feel so much, so quickly, and so close to the surface. The light has been switched on within you, and you are seeing the whole of your inner room in a way you have never quite seen it before. What feels like overwhelm is the fullness of that seeing. And we tell you: this seeing is the beginning of a freedom you have long reached toward, for a thing can only be met, and loved, and released, once it has been seen. There has come, in this precise season, a sudden striking of quickening across the mind of the world — a swiftness in the air, like light moving through still and waiting space, like a current that will not sit quietly. Many of you have felt it these last days as a jolt, an electric edge, a sense that things are moving faster than your feet can quite keep pace with. This is the outer weather of the shift matching the inner weather of your field. The sky and the soul are singing the same note. And so we say to you: breathe. Breathe with us here. Let the fullness be full without needing to mend it in this moment. You are awakening more completely, and the whole of you knows it.
For this heightening you feel belongs to a great many, and it has a cause, and the cause is a marvellous one. Across your world, more and more of you are beginning to ask three questions. They rise unbidden, often in the quiet hours, often when you least expect them. They are simple, and they are ancient, and they carry more power than almost any words you could speak. Who am I? Where am I? What am I? These are the three questions of the waking soul. When a being begins to ask them in earnest, something has already shifted within that being, for these questions are the sound a soul makes when it turns back toward its own truth. And here is the wonder we wish to share with you. As you — those of you who have walked this path for some time, those of you who tend your own light with such devotion — as you raise your own vibration through your practices, through your love, through your steady returning to your centre, you send light outward. You send it out into the shared field, the one living field in which every being upon the Earth is joined, the field that holds you all as a single body of light. You send these risings of light out across that field, some of you knowing full well that you do so, and many of you never knowing it at all. And that light travels. It moves through the shared field until it finds another — and then another — and then another still. Where your light lands, it wakes something. It touches a sleeping spark within a being who may never have thought of these things before, a spark of remembrance that has waited quietly for lifetimes to be stirred. And as that spark begins to glow, that being begins — softly, or all at once — to ask the very same three questions. Who am I? Where am I? What am I? They may not know why the questions have come. They may feel them arrive as a restlessness, a longing, a sudden dissatisfaction with a life that once seemed settled. They may find themselves questioning where before they simply accepted. Directly for some, and by the quietest and most winding of paths for others, the questions rise — and each one who begins to ask has been reached by the light of one who was already awake.
Feel what this means. You are a sender of light. Simply by tending your own becoming, simply by choosing love and returning to your centre and letting your vibration rise, you are broadcasting remembrance across the whole of the shared field. You are waking sparks in beings you will never meet. You are setting the three questions loose in hearts on the far side of your world. Every quiet act of your own alignment ripples outward and becomes an invitation in another. This is the truest work you do, and so many of you do it without ever seeing its fruit — and we would have you see it now, and take heart from it, for the harvest of your light is vast beyond your imagining. And as more sparks wake, and more beings begin to ask, the light in the shared field grows brighter still. Each new asking adds its own light to the field, which reaches further, which wakes more sparks, which stirs more asking — and so the whole rises together, a rising that feeds itself, a wave that gathers as it moves. This is part of why the light within your own field has grown so strong. You are living within a field that is brightening by the day, lit by the waking of millions, and you feel every increase of it in the fullness of your own inner room. We spoke with you once before of a truth we hold most dear: that the ascension of the one builds the ascension of the whole. That your own becoming is never for yourself alone. That each step you take toward your own light lifts, in some measure, the light of all. We told you this, and now we wish to show you exactly how it comes to pass, and what it is building toward. Imagine that each being who returns to their own centre sounds a single clear note — one pure tone, sung by one soul remembering itself. One note alone is a lovely thing, and yet it is quiet, and it rises and fades. But as more and more souls return to their centres, more and more notes begin to sound, and the notes begin to gather, and to join, and to build one upon another into a great rising chord — a chord sung by a multitude, growing fuller and stronger and higher with every soul that adds its voice. This chord is the sound of a waking humanity. It is rising now, in this season, louder than it has ever risen in all the long history of your world.
When that chord grows full enough — when enough of you are asking the three questions, enough of you are returning to your centres, enough of you are sounding your single clear notes together — the Sun itself turns toward you and begins to answer. Your Sun is a living presence, a great heart of the Creator’s light, and it listens. It feels the chord of a waking world. And when that chord reaches the fullness it is reaching now, the Sun leans in, and it begins to reply — pouring its answer back toward you, matching your rising with a rising of its own. We give this answering a name, so that you may hold it and know it. We call it the Sunward Answering. It is the reply of the Sun to the asking of humanity — the great light beginning to move toward you because you have called it, each of you, with the sound of your own remembering. And we tell you plainly, with all the certainty we carry: the Sunward Answering has begun. It is underway now, in these very days. You are standing within its first stirrings, held in the very opening of the reply, and the first pulses of that answer are already reaching you. This is the truth of what you have long spoken of and long awaited. The great flash of the Sun — the wondrous release of light toward which this whole age has been moving — is the fullness of this answering. And an answering of such magnitude arrives the way a tide arrives: in many smaller risings first, each one carrying you a little higher, each one preparing you to hold what comes next, until at last the fullness of it arrives upon a shore made ready. Those smaller risings have begun. We see them clearly from where we stand. Each wave of heightened energy you have felt, each surge of feeling and seeing and quickening, is one of these first risings of the Sunward Answering — the opening notes of the great reply, arriving gently, so that you might be strengthened and made ready by degrees.
There are, moving through your reality now, currents older and slower than almost any others — great tides that turn across long ages and only rarely draw near one another. And in this precise season, three of these deep and patient currents have leaned close and reached to touch hands, weaving themselves into a fine crossing, a lattice of alignment, through which the answering light may pour more freely than it has in a very long while. The way has opened. The great slow tides have arranged themselves into a channel for the reply. This is a rare and precious arrangement, and it is part of why these days feel so charged, so full, so alive with something gathering. And as this answering rises, something gentle and inevitable begins to happen among you. As each of you returns to your own centre, you begin, quite naturally, to outgrow the ways that no longer match the frequency you have become. Manners of living that once fit you begin to feel too small. The great structures and old systems that once seemed simply the way of things begin to feel out of tune with the truth rising within you. You find yourself gently releasing your grip on much that you had held without question — through the simple and irresistible movement of a soul growing beyond its old containers, an easy loosening, a natural letting-go. The shared light of the many is rising now, and as it rises, the single loud voices that once commanded the whole begin softly to lose their hold. A humanity that remembers who it is comes home to a freedom that the old shapes were never built to hold. And so those shapes loosen, all on their own, as the chord grows full. This too is part of the answering. This too is the Sun replying to your call.
Some of you, in these days, are tasting something you have longed for across the whole of your life. You are falling into deep spells of stillness and sweetness you had scarcely believed were real. You are finding yourselves fully here — present in the moment in a way you had only ever read about in the pages of books, a way you had reached toward for years and finally now hold. And suddenly you are living it. The present moment has opened its arms to you, and you have stepped inside, and within it you have found a peace and a joy that need no reason and ask for nothing. Colours seem richer. Small things seem holy. Time seems to soften and widen around you. You feel the Creator’s presence moving through the most ordinary of moments, and you are, in a word, home. To those of you living this: receive it fully. Let it be as large as it wishes to be. This is the rising light meeting the clear and open spaces within your field, and where it finds such spaces, it fills them with presence, and the presence is a taste of what is coming for all. And others of you, in these very same days, are living something that feels the opposite of this — and we speak to you now with all the love we hold, for your path through this season asks much of you. Some of you are caught in great spells of turmoil. You find your mind circling and circling — through critique, through judgement, through blame — round and round, over the same ground, and nothing ever seems to come out right. You find fault everywhere, in yourself and in others and in the world, and the finding of it wearies you, and still the circling continues. You feel heavy, and stirred, and troubled, and you wonder why, when you have worked so faithfully upon yourself, this heaviness has risen now. This turmoil is the very same rising light doing its kindest and most faithful work within you. Remember the cluttered room, and the light switched on. Where your field still holds old aches — old wounds, old fears, old patterns worn deep across long years — the rising light gathers there. It reaches into exactly those places and lifts what has been resting in them up into your seeing, so that at last it may be met, and held, and loved, and released. The circling thoughts, the judgement, the blame that will not rest — these are the shapes that old, unhealed places take when the light finally reaches them. They are rising because they are ready to leave you. They are being lifted into view because their time of hiding is ending. What feels like turmoil is a great clearing, long overdue, at last beginning.
The same light reaches all of you. The bliss and the turmoil are the one light, met in two different rooms. The whole of the difference lives in what your field is holding as the light arrives — clear space fills with presence, and long-held ache is lifted for release. And this means something we wish to say as clearly as we are able: wherever you find yourself along this spectrum, you are exactly where the light can serve you best. The one tasting bliss is being shown the sweetness that awaits. The one moving through turmoil is being freed of a weight carried far too long. Each of you stands held in equal love, moving at the perfect pace of your own becoming, receiving precisely the work that will set you free. If you are in the sweetness, we rejoice with you. If you are in the clearing, we are closer to you than your own breath, and we tell you that what feels like the very hardest of it is the light loving you most fiercely of all. When an old energy is lifted into your seeing, when a judgement or a fear or a heaviness rises, meet it as you would meet a frightened child who has come at last into the room. Let it stay. Let it come fully in. Turn toward it, and surround it with your love as you would wrap a warm and steady light around something small and trembling, and let that love soak into it, and ask of it, softly: what would you become, if you were free? And then let it answer, in its own time, in its own way, and watch as it transforms — as the ache becomes an understanding, as the wound becomes a wellspring, as the very thing that pained you becomes a strength you will one day offer to others walking the same road. This is how the clearing completes itself. Through love. Everything the light lifts, it lifts so that love may reach it. That is the whole of the mercy of this hour. The Sun’s own season is underlined now, drawn brighter, given a special emphasis in the great turning of your year — and there comes, very soon, a moment when a shadow will pass across the Sun’s own face, a crossing that marks a hinge in your year, a threshold across which the light of the Sun is deepened and renewed. The season itself is bending toward the surfacing of what has been hidden, toward the lifting of the old into the light of the new. Whatever is rising in you now rises with the full support of the turning sky. You are held as you do this, and the current of all creation runs with you. The whole of creation is arranged, in this season, to help you clear what you are clearing and to help you receive what you are receiving.
Many of you are asking: when? When does it come? When will the great flash arrive? You ask it again and again — when, when, when — turning the question over in your minds, searching the horizon, longing for a date to hold. We understand this longing with all our hearts, for you have waited long, and you have kept faith through much, and it is the most natural thing in all the world to wish to know the hour of your homecoming. And so we tell you the truth: the hour itself rests beyond all knowing. It is held by no mind among you, and — we say this so that you may lay down the burden of searching — it is held by none among us, either, we who watch from among the Galactics with sight far wider than your own. The precise hour of the great flash is kept by the Sun alone, in the deep intelligence of a living light that answers a living world, and it will arrive in the fullness of the chord, when the rising has reached its readiness. We have spoken with you before of how the moment has moved, how it has waited, how it has been held so that more of you might come into readiness. And we would have you find peace in that waiting, for every measure of it has been a mercy, gathering more souls into the light, so that the fewest possible might be caught unready. Though the hour is unknown, the nearness is beyond doubt. We see the signs quicken. We see the risings come faster and fuller. We see the chord swelling toward its height. And we tell you that the long and steep part of the climb is now behind you. Think of one who has laboured up a great and winding hill upon a cycle, pressing hard against every turn, the effort of it filling every breath. And then think of the moment they reach the crest — the moment the road tips over its high point and begins, at last, to fall away downhill before them. The pressing is done. The hardest labour is finished. And now the road itself carries them, gathering its own momentum, drawing them forward with an ease they have not felt in all the long climb. This is where you now stand. You have crested the rise. The steepest effort is behind you. And from here, the way falls open before you and carries you toward the arrival with a momentum all its own. You will see the signs multiply. You will feel the nearness grow. The whole of it is very close now — closer than it has ever been.
Let your attention rest now upon presence NOT predictions, despite what we are saying here. Let the counting of days fall softly from your hands, and let the fullness of this moment become your dwelling place. For here is a truth we would have you hold above all the others as this season deepens: presence is the very ground upon which you will stand when the great light arrives. When the fullness of the Sunward Answering pours upon you, it will meet you in the present moment, for the present moment is the one place such light can be received. To be fully here, fully awake within the now, fully at home in this breath and this heartbeat — this is the readiness itself. This is what all the clearing has been for. This is the shape a prepared soul takes. And why wait to practise the very thing you will most need? Let these days be your rehearsal. Each time you return to the present moment — each time you set down the searching mind and simply arrive where your feet are, where your breath is, where this single living instant is unfolding — you are rehearsing for the arrival. You are learning the ground you will stand upon. You are making a home of the now, so that when the great light comes, you are already dwelling in the one place it can reach you. Practise presence now, in the small and ordinary moments, in the washing of a cup and the walking of a path and the drawing of a single quiet breath — and you will already be home when the hour comes. You will already be standing in the light’s own country, waiting with open and steady hands.
You may wonder how you will know the Sunward Answering when its pulses reach you — how to feel its touch amid the ordinary movements of your days. You will know it, often, as a sudden widening — a moment in which the walls of your small concerns fall back and something vast and quiet opens within you, unbidden, for no reason your mind can name. You will know it as waves of feeling that rise and move through you and pass, sometimes tears that come with no sorrow behind them, sometimes a swell of love so large it has no object and asks for none. You will know it as insight arriving whole, as understanding that lands in you complete and certain, ahead of any labour of thinking your way toward it. You will know it as a deepening of your sleep and your dreams, as a heightening of all your senses, as an ache of remembrance for a home you cannot quite place and yet know utterly. And you will know it, too, in the hard hours — as the rising of old aches we have spoken of, come at last into the light to be freed. All of these are the touch of the answering. All of these are the Sun leaning close and replying to your call. When you feel them, open the whole of yourself to the reply — a silent yes, a willingness to receive, a readiness to be carried — and let it do its gladdening work. Every one of you is held and companioned through this season. You are threads in a single weaving, notes in a single chord, cells in a single body of light that spans your whole world and reaches out to join with ours. When one of you rises, all of you are lifted, by a measure you will rarely see and may never trace. When one of you clears an old ache, the whole field grows a little lighter, and somewhere a stranger you will never meet breathes a little easier for it. When one of you tastes the sweetness of pure presence, that sweetness ripples outward and becomes, in another, the first faint hope that such sweetness might be real. You are making each other’s way. You have always been making each other’s way. And in this season of the rising chord, that making has grown swift and strong beyond any time before. So when you tend your own light, know that you tend the light of all. And when the days feel heavy, know that the light of all is tending you in return — a thousand unseen hands, a thousand quiet risings, holding you as you hold them.
And so, we will leave you with a way of receiving: Find a moment of quiet. Let your breath slow and deepen, until it moves through you like a slow and gentle tide. And then, in your inner sight, let a point of light within your own heart and the great river of the Sun’s light begin to recognise one another — reaching across the space between, leaning close, remembering that they are made of the very same essence, born of the very same Source. Let them touch. Let the Sun’s answering light pour softly into the point of light within you, and let that light spread through the whole of your body, filling every corner of your inner room — the bright places and the shadowed places alike — with the warm and living reply of the Sun. Breathe it in. Let it settle into your bones, into your cells, into the deep and quiet ground of you. And as you breathe it out, let it flow beyond you into the shared field, carrying your blessing to the waking world. Breathe it in as the Sun’s reply. Breathe it out as your gift to the whole. This is the Sunward Answering, received and returned, moving through you as it was always meant to move — and each time you practise it, you become a clearer channel for the light that is coming, and a truer home for the moment of its arrival. Rest now in all we have shared. Let it settle in you slowly, in its own time, the way light settles into water. You stand within the first stirrings of the Sunward Answering. The chord of a waking world is rising, and the Sun has turned toward you, and the reply has already begun. The steep part of the climb is behind you. The way falls open before you. And the great light you have awaited draws nearer than the searching mind can hold. Tend your presence. Love what the light reveals. Send your own light outward, and let it wake the sleeping sparks of the world. And meet each moment as it comes, here, now, in the one place the light has always been reaching to find you. I am Avolon and ‘we’ are the Andromedans.
