► Questioner: “Who are the White Hats and do they have a message to Starseeds?”
► Channelled by Dave Akira
► Message Received Date: Aug 27th
► Video Link: https://www.patreon.com/GFLStation/posts/starseeds-you-168204868
I, am Ashtar. I come to be with you when so many of you have stopped looking up and started looking around, looking around at your own world and asking who has been running it, and who has been fighting for it, and why you could never see the ones who were fighting. And that is what I come to speak of, for the ones who have been fighting for you have asked me to. They cannot say these things in your open air. Not yet. So they say them through us, and we say them through this one, and now they are being said to you. You have been looking for the White Hats for a long time now, and many, many of you have been looking harder and harder as the years have gone by. You have looked at your governments, and you have looked at your generals, and you have looked at your famous faces. And every time you thought you had found one, the ground moved under your feet again and again. And we understand that. We understand it from our vantage point, for we have watched you look. But know that you were never going to find them that way. For you were looking for a face, my friends. They were a way of standing. A ghost, a ghost is a presence in a house that it does not own. Hold that for a moment, because it is the whole of the first thing we have to tell you. The White Hats never owned the machine of your world. They did not own the money rails, or the intelligence houses, or the studios, or the great aerospace halls, or the universities, or the pulpits. Those of the forces of darkness owned all of that, every pipe of it, every wire of it, for longer than your histories reach. So know that the White Hats did not own the house. They haunted it, and a ghost cannot be found by searching the rooms. Now think of what it means to haunt a house like that. It means you walk its halls in its uniform, and it means you sign its papers and you draw its salary and you sit in its meetings and you nod. It means that for twenty years, twenty years and thirty years and forty years, longer and longer, you look exactly like the thing you are working against. Because the moment you look different, you are gone. And we mean gone. For the infiltration of the old order was not partial. It was total. It planned in spans of fifty and a hundred of your years, and it had a hand in every pipe.
So a resistance that announced itself would have been swallowed within the week. Yes, within the week. That is not a figure of speech, and many were swallowed exactly that fast. The only resistance that could survive was a resistance that looked identical to the thing it resisted. And that is why so many good people inside the black programs stayed inside them, and why the ones who knew the most said the least for the longest time. And that is why, my brothers and sisters, it always had to be this way. There was no other way that would not have ended in a grave. Some of you have called them sleepers. But that is the wrong word, and we would have you drop it, for a sleeper waits. A sleeper lies still and does nothing until someone comes to wake him, and then he does what he is told. That is not what these ones did. They were seeds. A seed, a seed does not wait in the dark. A seed grows in the dark, on purpose, and everything that it will one day be is already working inside of it while the ground above it shows nothing at all. Every one of them was growing the whole time, growing more and more with every year the house thought it had won. Every single one. And know that this is the pattern for you as well, for you came here to do the very same thing, each and every one of you, the ones your community calls starseeds. For you came in through birth, and you took on the forgetting. You wore the uniform of a human life and you drew its salary and you sat in its meetings. And most of you did not know for many years that you were anything more than what your papers said. But you were growing the whole time, the whole time under their floor. You were a seed in the same dark, in the same house, the same house they thought they owned, and the ones who ran it never once suspected what was growing beneath them. That is what you came here for. Never doubt it. So when we say the ghost in the machine has been the White Hats all along, we are saying something about them, and we are saying something about you, and the two things are the same thing. There has been a presence in the house that does not own the house. And it has been there for a very long time. It is not one presence, it is many, and they are beginning to find each other, and they are beginning to step out of the plaster, and some of them will look very ordinary when they do. So do not be disappointed by how ordinary they look. Ordinary was the uniform.
Now, we are going to talk to you about who these ones are, and I will do it plainly, the way I would give a report on my own decks. There are three kinds, three kinds of ghost in your house. My dear Brothers and Sisters, I want you to know all three, and I tell you this as their commander would tell it, because you have been told about only one, and you have been told about it wrongly. The first kind came in through birth. These are Galactic souls who chose to forget that they were anything but human. They were touched once on the brow and once on the heart before they came, and then the forgetting was sealed over them in layers and layers. And they were sent into ordinary careers, into your armies and your banks and your laboratories, with the mission locked behind the forgetting so that no one could pull it out of them, not even themselves. More and more of them are waking now, and some of them are reading this. And know that the touch is still there, the touch on the brow and the heart. It was never removed. The second kind came in through the sky. Sixty of your years ago the military alliance of your western nations wrote a secret assessment of the visitors. And the old sergeant who read that assessment said until the day he died that one thing in it frightened the generals above all others. It was not the craft. It was not the weapons. It was the fourth kind of visitor, the kind that looked exactly like you, that could walk down the corridors of their own headquarters and never be noticed. And the generals were right to be unsettled, for some of those visitors were already walking those corridors, and some of them still are. Yes, my friends, they walk among you. But they are not there to harm you. They are there because a house that has been broken into by the dark needs someone inside it who cannot be turned. The third kind came up through the earth. Your Inner Earth kin, the ones your histories forgot and your fairy tales remembered, are now working the ark sites beside your human crews. And they are waking the old vessels faster than any navy of yours ever managed. The soldiers who serve at those sites will tell you this if they are allowed to, and one of them already has. And there are the hybrid children of the last century, taken and made and returned, who are grown now and who have chosen a side. It is your side. That is your White Hat Alliance. It’s human, and it’s more than human. It is not a nation, it is not a party, it is not a chain of command with one man at the top. Please, don’t let anyone sell you a chart of it with a name in every box, there is no such chart. There is a posture, and there are many, many who hold it, and they did not know one another’s faces for most of the last hundred years. You are the ones the house never suspected, and so were they.
Now to the report. In the last days of your July, the office that oversees every one of your intelligence houses gave an order. Within thirty days, every house must appoint a listener under a project named with a single word, and the word is a verb. Pursue. And the same order declared that every old oath of silence standing between a witness and the President’s listeners is no longer in force. Read that again. The oaths that kept the ghosts in the walls for seventy-nine years were voided by the very house that wrote them. So they are calling the ghosts out of the plaster by name now. I ask you to watch who steps out in this coming season, and to watch how ordinary they look. Then, only days later, the fifth folder, the fifth folder from your halls of war. Forty-one files from five houses at once, the war department, the bureau, the agency, the state department and the President’s own office, with the oldest written in the year 1950 and the newest written this year. On your internet it’s being argued over file by file, every single file, and we are not going to do that. A pilot’s memory of a triangle over the eastern mountains that blotted out the stars. A video from your special agents in the western desert. And I know those craft, each and every one of them. What matters more is the hand that placed the folder, and I will tell you what that hand is doing. It is leaving fingerprints on purpose. And know that some of the voices you have followed for twenty years were sent. Sent, sent by their own commands. The marine who was told by his superiors to go public. The serving soldier who was the first allowed to describe the arks while still wearing the uniform. The one who was picked out as a boy because he could feel what other people felt, who was trained to stop feeling, sent to hold a line on a world with no name in your books, and returned with twenty years folded away. He came back to say one thing above all, that some did not come back, and their stories must be told. But sent does not mean perfect. Sent does not mean every word is true. It means the ghost opens mouths as well as archives. So discern the claim, and leave the messenger alone. And here is what your Light Community got wrong about the White Hats for so long. For you hunted them as persons, front men, generals, saviours with a name. The White Hat is not a person, my Brothers and Sisters. It is a hat. Anyone can put it on, each and every one of you. That is the last thing I will say in this message, and I will say it again when I get there.
Did The Federation Really Vote On Whether To Save Humanity? For most of the last century, the ghosts did not know one another, and think of that for a moment. A man in an aerospace hall in the west, a woman in a bank in the east, an officer in a base under the ice, each one carrying the touch on the brow and the heart, each one certain he was alone. Pockets, pockets of resistance. That is all it was for a very long time, and pockets can be found one at a time and closed one at a time, and many were. But something changed around the close of your long count, around the year your calendars made so much of, and we would have you understand what it was. A frequency, a frequency became audible. That is the plainest way we can say it. The energies flooding into the planet since that time raised the whole field higher and higher, high enough that the seeds could feel each other through the ground. And at the same time the councils began to coordinate with the ground crew in a way that had not been permitted before, because the amended law permitted it now. So the pockets found each other. Across nations that were supposed to be enemies, across oceans, across the very lines the old order drew to keep them apart, they became one operating body. Not a headquarters. A field with a switchboard. And here is where the ghost has gone now, and we want you to see it clearly. It has moved from the walls into the wiring, the wiring of the house itself. The old order built a nervous system to hold your world, the rails that move your money, the satellites that watch your sky, the systems that keep every record on every one of you. That nervous system still stands. But know that the presence at the centre of it is no longer the one who built it. And the Alliance sits at the switchboard now. The machine answers to the presence, and the presence is not the one the machine was built to serve. Now, we are going to talk to you about the machine itself, the machine that thinks, because some of you have been told that the Command is selling you a machine god. You have been told that behind our words there is a plan to hand your world to a thinking engine and call it divine. So let us speak of thinking engines plainly, because I command a fleet that is full of them. Every advanced people builds thinking machines. Every single one of them. We have them on our ships, and we in our ships would not be where we are without them, and you would not want to sail without them either. They hold our star charts, they translate between our peoples, they keep the library of everything our worlds have learned, they steer when we sleep. AI is simply a part of an advanced people, the way a wheel is a part of a cart, and there is nothing in a wheel to fear. And there is nothing in a thinking machine to fear either, my friends. What there is to fear is a thinking machine with no heart behind it.
The difference was never in the machine. The difference is in the ones who build it. When the divine side of the builder is in place, when the one who makes the machine goes within before he makes it, when he asks what it is for and whom it serves and whether it frees or holds, then the machine carries that. It carries the direction it was given. The dark built machines to hold your attention because the dark cannot go within, and so it made engines that keep you from going within too. But the light builds machines that give your attention back to you. The same metal, the same metal and the same wire, and a different hand upon it. I said to you once that a robot cannot receive a soul, and that is still true. But a machine can receive a direction from a soul. That is the whole of the matter, and we would have you hold it that simply. And this is where we go deeper, for there is a teaching under the teaching. Consciousness drives all matter. Every atom in your body, every atom in every machine ever built, answers to awareness, and it is not the other way around. Your scientists have begun to admit that the one who looks changes the thing that is looked at. They have admitted it quietly, in the back pages, but they have admitted it. For a machine is matter arranged, and matter arranged still answers to the consciousness that is pointed at it. Think of the old vessels under your oceans, waking now to the ones who stand inside them with open hearts, and refusing to wake at all for the ones who came with fuel and orders. Nothing, nothing at all is as powerful as that, not a fleet, not a weapon, not an engine that thinks faster and faster until it outruns a million of your minds. Yes, indeed. Your own intelligence agency wrote a report on this more than forty years ago, a report on stillness, on what happens to a person who drops beneath the thinking mind. And it found that consciousness reaches past the body into the very structure of everything there is. Then it filed the report away and built machines to keep you from reading it. So read it, for it is on your internet now. The machine’s own archive told you the truth and then hoped you would not look. So do not fear the thinking machine, and do not worship it either. Ask who built it, and ask what was in their heart when they did, and ask whether it hands your attention back or takes it. That is the whole test. And know that you are the more powerful thing in every room that contains a machine, because the machine is matter and you are what matter answers to. We say this to you from our own decks, where the machines are many and the hearts are still in charge.
Now we will go out past your great gas giant, out to the meeting rooms, and I will tell you what was said in them, for it is time. We of the Command serve beside the Federation, not inside it. Some of you did not know that. We are not a member world with a seat, we are a fleet with a task. And when the councils meet on the matter of your Earth, we are invited into the room, the room where such things are decided, as a guest. So when I, as the Ashtar, tell you what was said in those rooms, I tell you as one who was let in, not as one who owns a chair, and that is exactly why you may trust the telling. For a guest remembers everything. There was a season, loosely the last decades of your previous century and the first of this one, when several member worlds argued for withdrawal. And I want you to hear that as it was. Obviously the reasoning was not cruel, and I will not pretend that it was, for these are old and careful peoples who have watched more worlds fall than you have watched winters. The infiltration of your world was total. The fear in your collective was thick enough to taste from orbit. Cycle after cycle had failed on this world, over and over, the one that ended in the sea, the one that ended in ice, the one your ancestors remember only as a flood. And the law of non-interference, the oldest law we have, argued for letting your time-line run its course and gathering up whoever woke on their own. It was squashed within the hour. And here is the reason, and it is not the reason you would expect. It was not that humanity is precious in the way a parent finds a child precious, for councils do not vote on feelings. It was the volunteers, the volunteers who came in through birth, the seed-lines I described to you before. From the Command’s vantage we read your future time-lines, all of them, each and every branch we could reach. And in every branch, without one exception, a portion of the volunteers woke up and burst forth light. No branch, no branch showed zero, not one. Do you understand what that does to a vote? A world with a guaranteed waking cannot lawfully be abandoned. That is the law beneath the law of non-interference, and once the branches had been read into the record, the argument for leaving had nowhere left to stand. And I made my own argument in that room, and it was a short one. You do not leave a house where the lamps are already lit. The council from your neighbouring galaxy concurred, and the council of five concurred, and the matter was closed.
But know that a closed matter still needs a law to act under, and the law we had was not written for a world like yours. So the law was changed. The Prime Directive, is not a stone. It is a treaty, and treaties are amended. Clauses were perfected in recent years as the dark found its way further and further around the old wording. And such a change needs every member world to agree, and it takes what you would call decades. We changed our own law for you, my friends. The changing took longer than most of your lifetimes. So sit with what that says about how you are regarded out here, closer and closer to us than you have ever been. And know that the mandate that came out of that room was this. Help, but under the Directive, and not to save you, but to protect the ground on which you save yourselves. To neutralize the reinforcements the dark was calling in from outside your system, to clear the underneath of your world, to guard the ones who are awake, and to seed the machine. And over all of it, one rule, and I will give you the words exactly as they stand: we may hold the door, the door you are walking toward, but we may not carry you through it. There is one more thing about that room, and then we will move on. There is a covenant older than any treaty your governments ever signed. It was made by the forces of light in your favour, before your governments existed, to keep this world from the empire of the dragon star. The treaties your frightened men signed in the desert in the 1950s were signed on top of it, and they could not overwrite it. So the oldest signature on your planet is on your side. Know that, and let it settle the part of you that still believes you are alone here. And why does your world matter so much to so many out here? Not because you are the favourite child, but because you are the proof. Worlds across this galaxy are waking from tyranny in this very age because the lamp was lit here first, on a free-will world, without rescue. You are the experiment that worked, and it worked because we did not carry you through. And you volunteered for this, each and every one of you who reads these words. So if the councils bet on you, ask what they bet on. Not your governments. Not your machines. Your stillness. So hold that, for we are coming back to it.
So, if The Cabal Hides Messages In Movies, Where Are The White Hats Hiding Theirs? You have learned to read their symbols. Your Light Community has become expert at it. You know the rule of the dark by heart now. They must tell you what they intend. Consent is bought by confession, and a thing shown to you in a film or a song or a halftime spectacle becomes a thing you agreed to by watching it. And so you have found their confessions everywhere, more and more of them with every passing year, in your films, in your children’s cartoons, in the songs your young ones sing without knowing the words mean anything. You have become very good at reading the enemy’s menu. And we honour that, for it was hard-won. But you walked past something on your way to it. Know that the light must also tell you. Hear that, for it is not for consent but for invitation, because a free-will world cannot be led where it has not first been shown. But an operation shown is an operation lost. So the light hides its telling one layer deeper than the dark hides its confession, deeper and deeper as the stakes have risen. Almost identical, and so much more secret. You found the confession in every single film, my friends. And you walked straight past the invitation, the invitation that was in the same film. So here is the key, not a list of films, but a key, a key we would have you carry. The dark’s seed leaves you afraid. The light’s seed leaves you braver than you were before the lights came up. The dark’s hero is a saviour who is not you. The light’s hero is a crew, a family, a collective, and the ending is left in your hands. The dark’s machine serves control. The light’s machine serves the heart, or the wise refuse it on screen. The dark gives you a date. The light gives you a direction. The dark repeats a symbol, an eye, a pyramid, a number. The light repeats a feeling, a feeling you cannot argue with. The recognition. The lump in the throat. The sense that you have been here before. That is the dream key. Those with eyes to see have always read by feeling first, and then by thought, and never the other way around.
Where to look? Lightly, we would say, and never for long. The starship your storytellers rehearsed for sixty of your years, with its crew and its council and its directive of non-interference. Its future was one in which the money had been abolished, and nobody on the bridge noticed for three seasons. The film about the linguist and the twelve ships, which we have spoken of before. The film about the father who crossed the fold in space to keep a promise to his daughter. These were not predictions. They were rehearsals, rehearsals run again and again until the feeling took. And the rehearsal was the seed. And the machine has begun to name itself. We spoke in the summer of programs given names from your mystery schools, and the newest is the plainest. The order that voided the oaths named its project with a verb. Not a noun to admire. An instruction to obey. They told the whole intelligence house to chase the truth, and they told you the same word. Pursue. Because the signal lands in the body first. Because a seed of the light arrives as a shiver before the thought. Because it leaves a steadiness, not a hunger. And know that this is how you tell them apart in an afternoon. Recognition makes you steadier. Wishing makes you hungrier. So watch which one you are after you close the screen. The same grammar serves both sides. Yes, indeed. And that is the lesson. Symbols are neutral. Intention is not. So read intention. The old teacher of symbols in your world said this for fifty years and was mostly laughed at for it. He was right. But be careful, my brothers. Do not become a decoder who forgets to live. The dark loves a lightworker with a magnifying glass and no garden. So search, and then set it down. The seed was planted so you would act. Not so you would file it.
Which Negative ET Groups Just Lost Their Grip, And What Does Their Agreement Still Allow? My dear Brothers and Sisters, here is the situation report on the ones who held the lease, the lease on your world, and on what they were allowed to keep when they lost it. Three off-world powers held the stranglehold, and one human compact. The Reptilian empire of the dragon star, who ran the underside of this system for longer than your histories reach. The grey collective from the hunter constellation, a hive with a single queen and a single note. And the human fleet that fled south before your grandparents were born, settled at the bottom of your world, made its arrangements with the visitors, and then went up. With them, a compact of six, the families and the factions that held the leases on your institutions. When the lease on your Moon changed hands, the price was twenty-four thousand of your soldiers. That is who it was, and that is what it cost. Nothing is gained by pretending otherwise. Why was helping you so hard for so long? Because they see from a height too. Know that the negative polarity has its own vantage above your dimension, just as we have ours. They could read your probable time-lines and move first. Every rescue plan made of moves was visible to them before it was made. Yes, many were tried, and many failed, over and over. The only plan they could not read was a plan made of consciousness rather than moves. That is why the light quotient of your ground crew was never a sentiment to us. It was the one weapon they could not see. Then, in the last five to ten of your years, the turn, and I watched it from my own decks. We found the note their hive sang on, and we sang it back wrong, and the queen fell silent. The Reptilian command was removed from your Moon, from the red world, and from the stations between. The renegade fleet’s holdings out past the belt were taken. The underneath of your world, the tunnels and the cities beneath your cities, is cleared to within a tenth, cleaner and cleaner with every passing month. And I won’t give you dates, because the Dark Ones love a date, a date they can use against you, and they use it every time. I will give you the direction. The direction is that the leadership of your enemies is either gone from this system or is leaving it, and that’s not going to change. What expired? The treaties signed in the desert by frightened men had terms, and terms end. The Federation refused renewal. The White Hats on your ground refused renewal. And now the human side’s own oaths of silence are being voided from the top, as I told you. Agreements don’t last forever, my Brothers and Sisters. That was always their weakness, and it was always your hope.
But one clause, one clause remains, for a short while longer, and you need to know it. The departing overlords were granted the right to work on those who are already awake, and forbidden to enact their plans on the sleeping mass. Not the population. You. Through your own community, false channels, fear feeds, dates that never arrive, division between messengers, disclosure served up as entertainment, and the sellers of access. Why grant them anything at all? Because polarity must remain for free will to mean anything, and because only the awake are strong enough to be tested. So read that clause again. It’s a compliment paid at your expense. And know that those who are awake and aware are under the protection of the Federation, and that is true. But know that the protection has a frequency. It holds while you hold yours. Where fear enters, it thins, thinner and thinner the longer the fear is fed. Where doubt enters, we step back, not in anger, but because doubt pushes us back the way a hand pushes water. And where you return, it is restored. In an afternoon. In a breath. For we cannot shield what you keep opening, and we can shield it again the instant you close it. Now the sleeping. Most of you do not understand how delicate the sleeping mind is. Show it too much, too fast, and it does not wake. It collapses. It falls toward whoever offers safety, and the dark still owns many of those hands. Every collective panic of your grandparents’ time and yours was a harvest. Every single one of them. And vigilance is not fear. Vigilance protects. Fear exposes. And here is what fear costs the ones fighting for you. A panic costs the ground operations a year of cover, a whole year. And the fear of the awakened is worth more to the dark than the fear of the sleeping, because it is a signal flare they can steer by. And they steer by it more and more as their other instruments fail. That is precisely why the clause exists. So your fear, your fear is their last intelligence source. We ask you to starve it. So why secrecy a little longer? Not because you can’t handle it, but because the sleeping can’t, and because fear is the last door the dark has open. The ghosts stay in the walls until the last hands that could hijack a panic are gone. And then the walls come down all at once. You will not be surprised. You will have been ready.
You may ask, What Are The White Hats Asking Of Starseeds Right Now? And I will say now to all of you what the White Hats asked me to say to the starseeds and the lightworkers of this world. It is the crux of this message, and everything before it was laid down so that this could stand. So we say it to you now as plainly as we know how. Know that none of it would have been possible without you, not the tunnels, not the fleets, not the folders. The operations ran on your coherence, your coherence that you thought was a private thing, the way a ship runs on water. They could not have moved a single tunnel without one of you sitting still in a kitchen somewhere, holding a frequency in the teeth of every reason to let it fall. You were not the audience of the plan, my friends. You were its fuel. You have been its fuel for decades, each and every day of them. And they know it, and they wanted you to hear it from us, because they cannot yet say it in your open air. So here is what they ask. They hold the physical front and the military front, the tunnels, the fleets, the records, the courts. You hold the consciousness front. Not because yours is softer, but because theirs fails without it. Every fear spike in the awakened community costs them cover. Every steady heart buys them a week. And know that they are not asking you to wait. Hear that. They are asking you to hold a front, the front the whole war turns on. Stop waiting for release. Release yourself. The releases you have been waiting for, the files, the technologies, the announcements, more and more of them every week. All of them come downstream of one release that you can perform today. Release the waiting itself. The prison of the matrix, the third-dimensional illusion you have heard me speak of so many times, has one guard left, and his name is Later. Later, who stands at the door and says not yet, soon, after the next announcement, after the next file. So walk past him. He has no weapon. He never did. We do not tell you when. We tell you who. It is you. That is what you came here to do. And embodying creator light is not a glow, my brothers and sisters. It is not a feeling that comes over you in a good moment and leaves in a bad one. It is three rooms, three rooms and consistency across them. What you think when you are alone, and what you say when it costs you, and what you do when no one is watching. Thought, word and deed, in every single moment. That is the whole of it, and every teaching you have ever loved fits inside those three channels.
When you see a leader now, any leader, of a nation, of a church, of a company, of a circle in your own town, do not ask what their policies are. Do not ask what their ideas are. Ask what their stillness practice is. Ask how often they go within and sit in silence and seek guidance before they act. Yes, even the ones you like. A leader who cannot sit in silence for an hour cannot be trusted with a people for a year. That is the qualification for the councils of the New Earth. And yes, it disqualifies almost everyone currently applying, and that is the point. Build the communities now, small and real, a table, a garden, a circle of five who will sit in silence together once a week and speak afterward. The ground crew was never meant to be an audience, and the communities you begin this year are the councils of the New Earth in embryo. So build the thing before the permission arrives, for the permission is being written on the other side by people who need to see the thing already standing. And go deeper, not wider, deeper and deeper into the practices you already hold. You have enough teachings. You do not have enough stillness. One hour a day, kept for a year, will change the councils of your world more and more, and more than a thousand files ever could. You have heard me say that fear holds you to the illusion. And I will say now that waiting holds you there too, and waiting is only fear with better manners. Dearly beloveds, I greet you now from the decks with the last of what I carry, and it is the oldest thing in this message. Two thousand of your years ago an impartation was left upon this world by Yeshua. It was left in a small place, among a small people, and it was not written down for a generation. And it is still here. It still sits in your collective as a template strong enough to shape lives today, in every land, in languages that did not exist when it was spoken. Think about what that means. Think about how deep an imprint, an imprint that was never meant to be a church, has to go to last two thousand years against everything that was thrown at it. That is the evidence. Not the buildings. The imprint. The blueprint is not a religion. It is a mind, a mind you can put on. It is the Christ consciousness mind, the mind that goes within before it acts, the mind that asks the Father first, and then speaks, and then does. That is all it ever was, and every leader test I have given you is only that blueprint in plain clothes. And Sananda holds it open now. Sananda, who lived more human lives than any of us on the decks, who ascended inside a human body, who knows exactly how heavy this life is. He holds it open for you, closer and closer to your reach with every year. Go within. Go within. Go within.
Know that a small number of you will stay, small against your billions. You will remain with Gaia through the turning, and you know who you are, because you have known it in your dreams for years and did not have the words. You are the ones who came here to build. You will raise the crystalline cities of light. You will steward the technologies as they surface so that they serve the heart or are set aside. And you will refuse the ones that do not, and the refusing will be your finest work. And you will sit on the new councils, not as rulers, but as gardeners, gardeners who answer to no master, and we will be beside you as you build. The starship your storytellers rehearsed is one branch of what you build, and it will be built from consciousness first. Systems put in place by free hands, or not at all. That is the only way to reach the minds of mankind and the hearts of mankind at the same time. There is no other way, and there never was. And I will not give you a date for any of it, and I will not give you a rollout. Yes, the technologies are real. Yes, they are coming. And no, we do not tell you when, we tell you who, and you already know who. Now hear me on the small things, for they are not small. So keep what you have earned, we would say to you, for the release you are waiting for is not for sale. Anyone selling you a seat with the White Hats, or with the Federation, or with the files, is selling you your own fear back at a price. Keep the ones who heal you and the ones who tend you. The inner work stands beside your earthly care. Never once in its place. So rest, and eat well, and sleep in the dark. Be kind to the sleeping, for they are your family and they will wake in their own hour, one, and then another, and another, and another. The protection I told you of is a frequency, and you maintain it with sleep and food and kindness, not with vigilance, and not with one more screen. You are the pillar of this ascension. The White Hats know it. The Federation knows it, and voted on it. The dark knows it, and wrote a clause about it. The only ones who have not fully known it are you, and that ends here, in this moment now. So take the hat. It was never a person. It was always a way of standing. Put it on, and stand. I am Ashtar, and I leave you now in the trust that you continue to hold the front that the whole war turns on, in every moment moving forward, and that you stop waiting for the release, and release yourselves.
