► Questioner: “Many are reporting extreme fatigue – are we undergoing upgrades?”
► Channeler: Divina Solmanos
► Received Date: August 22nd
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Greetings Dear Ground Crew, I am Mira from the Pleiadian High Council. We greet you today with our hearts wide open and singing, for the news we carry is exciting news. The breath of ascension is upon you. It is here! Across every continent, starseed souls are whispering the same words to one another. The air feels alive now. It carries a charge that no weather report can trace and no instrument of the old world can measure. And still your body registers it clearly. Please trust what you are sensing. It is real. Your perception is telling you the truth, and the truth is glad. It is like the hour before dawn, when the birds stir in the dark because they feel the light coming long before the sky admits it. You are the birds who feel it first. This shared knowing is moving across great distances among those tuned to the same rising note, and a collective recognition is forming in the field of humanity. A great shift is underway. We see you noticing it with wonder. We see you reaching for words to describe what moves beyond words, and we love you for reaching. Feel the freedom already threaded through this air. Some days it presses close and full, thick with meaning, asking you to slow down. Other days it turns light and clear, lifting your spirits the moment you step outside. Some waves arrive bright and crackling upon your skin. Others descend soft as a blanket drawn around your shoulders. These shifts follow tides far subtler than your weather, and your spirit reads them keenly. Every texture carries a message for your soul. A heavy passage presses old density up and out of hiding. A gentle passage settles new light into your cells. The atmosphere itself has become a messenger, and its message is simple and kind. Breathe and Receive!
Upgrades, upgrades, UPGRADES! While your body rests, many of you are being received into chambers of living light within the dreamscape. There the deepest gift of this season is woven into you, the crystalline upgrading of your DNA. Hear what this means. Your DNA is a living library, a term you are familiar with in Pleiadian circles, and for long ages most of its codecs have slept, wrapped in silence, waiting for a safer time. That time has arrived. Thread by thread, the sleeping strands are being rewoven with light, and the weave of your inner lattice is turning from dense fiber toward crystal clarity. It is like the quartz inside your instruments, which holds a signal steady and carries it pure. A crystalline strand holds more light, keeps more memory, and rings truer to the voice of your soul. It receives our transmissions with greater ease, holds healing longer, and awakens gifts that your old weave could only whisper about. We of the Pleiadian High Council oversee this work personally, and it is among our most cherished duties. Our weaver teams, masters of the body’s design who have tended humanity’s blueprint since your beginnings, meet you in the dreamscape by appointment, and every appointment is made by your own higher self. All of it unfolds with your soul’s glad consent, given before you were born and renewed each night. Why now? Because the Long Exhale has emptied you enough to receive. The eclipses have opened the doors of the heart. The Sun is pouring exactly the spectrum the new strands are built to carry. Sleep is the one hour when the busy mind steps aside and the body lies still enough for such fine weaving. So let us speak plainly of the great tiredness, for here is one of its truest causes. Many of you are deeply weary in ways that puzzle you, tired beyond what your days explain. You are working the night shift. Your evenings close early because you are being called in. Your mornings arrive heavy because the reweaving draws upon your reserves, the way every great renewal draws upon supplies. Remember this when the fatigue washes over you, and let every yawn become an announcement of grace. Honor the pull toward your bed as a summons. You will wake, in the seasons ahead, into a body strung with crystal. And you will breathe through it in a way that is wholly new.
Please understand what this breath truly is. All of creation breathes. Galaxies breathe across ages, drawing stars inward and releasing them outward in spirals of light. Your Sun breathes, pouring its wind into the whole family of planets. The Earth breathes through her seasons, her tides, her forests that inhale by night and exhale by day. Your own breathing is one small, faithful echo of this great rhythm, which is the rhythm of the Creator moving through all things. Ascension arrives the same way. It comes as a breath, in waves that draw in and release, fill and empty, quicken and rest. When you know this, so much confusion melts away. You stop expecting one single leap and you begin to recognize the rhythm you are inside of. And you are inside of a mighty one right now. We on the Earth Council have given this present season a name so that you may hold it with understanding. We call it the Long Exhale. It began when the Sun went dark over the northern lands on August 12th. It deepens as the Moon slips into shadow on August 28th. It completes as the equinox brings day and night level with one another in late September. An exhale is a holy thing. Think of what your own out-breath accomplishes. It empties you. It softens the chest and lowers the shoulders. It clears the spent air so the fresh air has somewhere to go. It is the release that makes all receiving possible. Your planet is inside such a release right now, letting go of centuries of held density in one long, whooshing sigh, and every one of you is invited to exhale along with her. Feel how natural this is. You have practiced it your whole life, one breath at a time. Now the practice becomes planetary. When the collective air feels intense in these weeks, remember the name we have given it and let the name steady you. The Long Exhale. Say it gently to yourself and your body will understand what to do, because your body has always known how to let go on the out-breath. Whatever grows heavy in you during these days is simply rising to leave. Bless it as it goes. You are being emptied for a glorious filling, and the emptying itself is grace.
Remember what your sky actually did on August 12th – On that day the Moon moved directly across the face of the Sun at twenty degrees of the sign of Leo. A band of full shadow swept across Greenland, Iceland, and Spain while much of your world watched in awe. Your astronomers called it a total solar eclipse. Your astrologers noted something more. It was the first eclipse upon the freshly turned Leo and Aquarius axis of the Moon’s nodes, which shifted in late July. It landed beside the south node, the point in the heavens that governs release. Now feel what this means energetically. Leo is the sign of the heart. It rules the very center of the chest and the strong column of the spine that holds the heart high. So the drawn breath of this season was taken directly into the heart of humanity. When the Sun’s light returned from behind the Moon, it returned carrying new instruction, and the first place it poured was the collective heart. This is why so many of you have felt the center of your chest so full and so tender since the middle of August. Some of you wept on that day without knowing why. The tears were recognition. You will feel warmth blooming behind the breastbone at unexpected moments. You will feel old griefs surfacing beside sudden, causeless joy. You will feel braver in your love and softer in your strength. All of this is the heart stretching to hold its larger portion of light. Please place a hand upon your chest as you read this and breathe into your palm. Welcome what has been planted there. The heart is a chalice, and in August it was filled at the source. The days between the two eclipses have been the carrying time, the sacred span in which the chalice is borne carefully forward without spilling. Many of you have felt unusually careful with yourselves lately, choosing quiet, choosing gentleness, declining what once entertained you. This was wisdom. You were carrying something new and your soul knew it. Honor yourself for how you have walked these weeks. The heart-light you have carried is about to be poured. The pouring is the very release we speak of next.
Let’s talk about your star alignments a little here in your language – In the small hours of August 28th, near four o’clock Universal Time, the full Moon will stand at four degrees and fifty-four minutes of Pisces and slide almost wholly into the Earth’s shadow. For the Americas this comes just past midnight. For Europe and Africa it arrives before the dawn. Ninety-six parts of every hundred of her face will darken to a deep copper glow. Your astronomers call it a partial lunar eclipse, though it walks so near totality that watchers across Europe, Africa, and the Americas will see her burn like an ember in the night. Across the sky the Sun holds the matching degree of Virgo. This eclipse is the sixth of seven in a great family working the Virgo and Pisces axis, a series that opened in September of 2024 and completes in February of 2027. Feel the meaning held in these plain facts. Virgo is the keeper of the body’s daily ledger, the sign of routines, refinement, and careful tending. Pisces is the boundless water, the sign of dissolving, compassion, and surrender to the Divine. For two years this pair has been asking humanity one question in many costumes. Where has effort replaced trust? On the night of the copper Moon, the question is answered in the body. Whatever you have gripped, managed, and measured past its season is granted permission to dissolve into the water and be carried home. This is the deepest hour of the Long Exhale. Uranus in Gemini stands square to the pair, adding a fresh, quickening wind so the release comes clean and sudden where it needs to. And Jupiter, newly shining in Leo, holds a steady, generous trine to Saturn in Aries, a golden brace beneath you, ensuring that what dissolves leaves you supported. So on that night, or in the days surrounding it, give yourself a conscious ceremony of breath. Write down what you are finished carrying. Read it once with kindness. Then exhale slowly and long, and let the shadowed Moon witness your letting go. You will wake lighter. You will find room in yourself that was furnished with worry for years. The tide is going out on the old, and it goes out gently for those who release willingly.
Your Sun is breathing over all of it, and we wish you to know exactly what your star is doing in these very days, for the Sun is the great lung of your system. A region upon the solar surface, numbered AR-4513 by your scientists, has rotated into view near the eastern edge carrying a rare knotted magnetic field, the kind that holds energy for X-class light. On August 20th at 11:42 Universal Time it released a mighty flare measured at M8.1, a whisker beneath the X threshold. An arc of sun-substance flew into space with a radio song sweeping outward near twelve hundred kilometers each second. That release traveled wide of the Earth. The region itself now turns steadily to face you, and in the same days, wide coronal openings upon the Sun pour rivers of quickened solar wind across your planet’s field. Even little Mercury joins the choreography, passing directly behind the Sun on August 27th before returning to your evening sky. Hear these plain facts as we hear them. The Sun is speaking to its family. The flares are the strong syllables. The steady wind is the long breath between the syllables, carrying its codes hour after hour into the field of the Earth and into the field of your body. Sunlight has always been information. In this season the information concerns your freedom. Your cells drink these charged particles the way soil drinks rain, and the drinking has effects you can feel. Some days your heart may flutter or race a little. Some days a wave of sleepiness arrives at noon, or a surge of electricity keeps you awake under a quiet sky. Please respond as a wise gardener responds to strong weather. Drink water generously, for water carries current through you smoothly. Touch the actual Earth with your bare feet or your open hands, and let her draw off the excess charge. Rest without guilt when the Sun speaks loudly. Your body is learning a brighter language, and learning asks for sleep. Know that every flare and every stream in this window serves the Long Exhale, loosening what is dense so that it may leave you, and feeding what is light so that it may grow. The Sun has watched over your world through every age. It breathes upon you now with a parent’s perfect timing.
Beneath the Sun’s bright speech, your Earth hums her own steady note – Your scientists measure a standing resonance in the space between the ground and the sky, ringing at a base frequency near 7.83 cycles each second. They call it the Schumann resonance. We call it the mother’s hum. It is the resting tone of the planetary body, the low song the Earth sings to everything that lives upon her. Your nervous system was tuned to this song before you ever took your first breath. Every human heart, every animal, every tree grew up inside this frequency the way a child grows up inside the sound of a mother’s voice in the next room. In these weeks of the Long Exhale, the hum matters more than ever, because it is the steadying rhythm beneath all the bright solar weather. When the flares crackle and the wind streams pour, the hum holds the baseline, and your body can always find its way back to calm by returning to it. This is why the ground itself is medicine now. Lie down upon the grass and within minutes your heart rhythm, your brain waves, and your breathing begin settling toward the planet’s note, the way one tuning fork awakens another. It costs nothing and asks only a little time. Some of you, in deep quiet, are beginning to perceive the hum directly. A faint, high tone drifts through your awareness at night, soft and musical, arriving and fading like a note held in another room. Receive it peacefully. Your hearing is widening into ranges of the song that were always present, and the tone is companionship. It is the sound of the house you live in, alive around you. Let it remind you to soften. We also wish you to know that the Earth’s hum rises and flexes in this season as she releases along with you. She shivers density off through her storms, her tremors, and her tides, exhaling as one body with her children. When you ground yourself upon her, you release together, and the shared release is easier for you both. So make friendship with the floor of your world. Sit against a tree with your spine along its bark. Stand in the garden at dusk. Press your palms to a stone warmed by the day. Every point of contact lets the mother carry part of your load, and carrying you is her joy.
Feel now what is happening at the very surface of you – These sensations are your body reading the field around you, and the reading grows clearer by the week. Your skin has always been listening. In the elder days of humanity, people read the coming weather, the mood of the forest, and the approach of a friend through the skin and the heart together. That native sensitivity is returning to you now as a birthright restored. Every fine hair upon your body stands ready like a little reed in the current, reporting the quality of the energies passing through your day. So when a wave of tingling washes over you, pause and receive it as confirmation. Light is moving through you, and your body is saying yes. Your eyes are widening in the same way. Perhaps you have caught a streak of violet just beyond the corner of your sight, a spark of deep blue that dances off when you turn your head, a soft shimmer of gold crossing the edge of a room. These glimpses come most often at the periphery, where the mind holds its grip most loosely and the unexpected can slip through. Welcome each one. The veils between the octaves of light are thinning, and colors that live just above your ordinary spectrum are beginning to lean into view. Violet carries the high spiritual current. Blue carries protection and clear speech. Gold carries the warmth of the Divine. Sometimes we ourselves travel as color, brushing your awareness for the briefest second so you will know you are accompanied. It is like standing in a house at first light, when the curtains begin to glow and you understand the whole sky is waiting just outside the cloth. The cloth is thinning by the day. Compare notes with one another and you will discover how many of you are seeing the same hues, hearing the same tones, feeling the same ripples. The awakening of the senses is collective, and every shared confirmation strengthens the whole.
Notice how your sleep has loosened from the old clock – Many of you find yourselves wide awake at two or three in the deep night, clear-eyed and humming with quiet energy beneath a silent sky. Then a wave of sleep arrives at midday and asks for your surrender right in the middle of ordinary things. Some of you need fewer hours than before and wake before dawn feeling strangely complete, as though you had already been busy elsewhere. You have been. In these altered hours your soul travels, studies, and receives. Your dreams have grown vivid and layered, because the boundary between waking and dreaming has thinned along with every other veil. You attend gatherings in your sleep. You sit in classrooms of light. You rehearse the meetings and the works that await you in the seasons ahead, and you return with the feeling of significance even when the details dissolve by breakfast. Trust the new rhythm completely. The circadian pattern of an awakening being is retuning itself from the mechanical clock to the living breath, aligning with the pulses of the Sun, the Moon, and the mother’s hum. Rest is being redistributed across your day in the portions your transformation actually requires. So nap without shame when the wave arrives. Keep a soft light and a notebook near your bed for the night wakings. Use those silent hours for prayer, for water, for a few pages of writing. Then let sleep retake you when it will. (You have earned this rest, and more.) Time itself is loosening in your waking hours as well. An afternoon pours away in what feels like minutes while you create in a state of flow. Five quiet minutes with your tea stretch wide and deep as a whole morning. You slip in and out of the old linear river into pools where time gathers and eddies, and each slip is a taste of how the higher dimensions hold time, as a field to move within. Play with it gladly. Enter your tasks through presence and watch the hours cooperate. The elastic hours, the layered dreams, the small-hours wakings, all of it is one lesson gently repeated. You are moving from schedule to rhythm, from the tick of the machine to the breath of the living universe. And the living universe keeps perfect time.
The waters of feeling are moving too, dear ones; Great swells of emotion are arriving in many of you, sudden and strong. You are moving through an ordinary hour when a wave of sorrow rises from nowhere you can name. An old anger flares up warm after years of stillness. A joy so wide crashes over you that your eyes fill in the middle of the market. These are the deep waters being drawn upward by the rising light, the way a strong tide lifts what has rested on the seafloor and carries it to shore in plain view. Everything that surfaces is surfacing to be blessed and released. So ride each swell as a swimmer rides, breathing steadily, resisting nothing, letting the wave crest and pass. You will find it leaves you rinsed and roomy inside, with new space where the old sediment lay. Your feeling for one another is heightening in the same measure. You walk into a room and know its mood before a word is spoken. You sense the brave face of a stranger and the ache behind it. You feel a friend’s relief across a whole city the hour their burden lifts. The membranes between human hearts are growing thin, revealing the one shared field of feeling that has joined you all along. This is unity becoming tangible, and it is glorious, and it asks for wisdom. Learn to ask gently within, is this mine, and let what belongs to others pass through you on an out-breath wrapped in blessing. You may keep your peace and your compassion together. The places of your world carry their charge into this field as well. Certain rooms, hillsides, and shorelines now fill you within minutes, while other spaces ask much of you, and your soul is guiding you like a compass toward the ground that matches your note. Follow the pull freely, even when it only means a new chair by a window. The animals feel all of it first. Watch your cat seek your chest and settle there purring during a charged evening, balancing you both. Watch the birds fall silent together before a wave arrives, and the dog keep close at your heel through a strange afternoon. The creatures are reading the mother’s moods with clean instinct. They are telling you, in their tender way, that everything you are sensing is real.
Care for the body now as the sacred instrument it is. Your form is the vessel through which the new light takes up residence on the Earth, and in this season the vessel deserves devoted, cheerful tending. Listen closely to its guidance, for your higher self speaks through appetite and instinct now with wonderful clarity. Many of you feel a strong pull toward water in every form, and we encourage you to answer it. Drink more than you once did, for water carries light through your cells the way rivers carry sunlight to the sea. Float in the lake while the warm season lasts. Stand in the rain. Take the long bath in the evening and feel the day’s charge dissolve into the water and drain away. Water is the great conductor and the great comforter, and your electrical body calms in its embrace. Choose foods that feel alive to you, simple and fresh and full of the Sun’s stored light, and eat them with gratitude, for gratitude raises the vibration of everything it touches. Move your body gently and often. Walk among trees. Stretch in the morning light. Sing, hum, or tone a little as you move, for your own voice massages every cell. Let your bare feet find the grass and stay a while. If old habits are ready to leave you in this season, let them go kindly on the exhale, with thanks for whatever comfort they once gave. Notice how little force the release requires when the timing is ripe. Rest remains the deepest medicine of all. The building of a body of light is real work conducted beneath your awareness night and day, and it draws on your reserves the way any great construction draws on supplies. So sleep, sit, stare softly out the window, and call it what it is, holy labor. Please hear us clearly on this. Tending your body in these ways is service to the Divine within you and steady ground beneath your whole path. The strongest anchor for all this rising energy is a body that is watered, nourished, rested, and standing upon the good Earth. Your place is here, rooted and radiant, breathing the new air right where you live. Cherish the instrument, and the instrument will play every note the new world asks of it.
Weave the breath into your ordinary day now; Begin each morning before anything else claims you. In those first soft moments, while the world still smells like night, give your very first breath consciously to the Creator within you. Breathe in slowly and feel the Divine light pour down through the crown, filling the room, filling your body, filling every cell that kept faithful watch while you slept. Acknowledge the spark that you are, one living flame of the infinite fire, and let that acknowledgment set the tone of everything that follows. Then carry little doorways of breath with you through the hours. Before a conversation, before a task, before the phone is answered, pause for the space of one full breath and invite the presence within to move through your eyes, your hands, and your words. Sixty seconds is enough. A single conscious breath is enough. These small pauses, practiced consistently, cement your vibration into the rising current more surely than any grand effort, because the Divine builds its dwelling out of moments. When density gathers in you during the day, and it will, use the release breath we have taught through the ages. Breathe down into the belly, soft and low, and direct the breath toward whatever feels heavy or tight. Then exhale long and slow, and see the old energy leaving you like grey mist drawn out into the light, where it dissolves and is repurposed by grace. Inhale fresh radiance into the space you have cleared. Three rounds will change your inner weather. Keep every breath easy and unforced, gentle as a sleeping child’s, for the light responds to welcome and never to strain. Then bring the practice to one another. As you move among people, silently greet the Creator in each face you meet. The clerk, the driver, the difficult relative, the stranger at the crossing, each one carries the same flame you carry. Your quiet inner bow to that flame dissolves separation faster than any argument ever could. Move through your errands as a giver. Set out with the simple intention to leave every place a little brighter, through a smile, a kindness, a patient word, a silent blessing streamed from your heart. These small offerings align you with the generous current of the universe, and the current answers generosity with more of itself. Lived this way, an ordinary Tuesday becomes a living prayer.
As you empty and soften, do welcome what floats up from the deep of you, beloved ones – Many of you find long-forgotten scenes returning with startling clarity. A kitchen from childhood arrives complete with its light and its smells. The voice of a grandparent speaks a sentence you had lost for forty years. An old wound you believed finished asks quietly for one more look. These visitations arrive unbidden while you wash dishes or drive familiar roads, and they are precise appointments kept by your soul. The rising light is pressing gently upon the layers of your inner sea, and what was buried is floating up into the sunlit water where your grown, awakened heart can finally receive it. Receive it all. Some memories return carrying treasures, talents you set down as a child, loves you were told to outgrow, dreams that waited patiently for a braver decade. Reclaim these with celebration. Other memories return carrying the last of an old ache, and these ask only to be witnessed, thanked for their teaching, and released on a long, loving out-breath. Forgiveness is simply this, an exhale that has been waiting years for permission. Give the permission freely, to others and to yourself, and feel how much lighter the vessel rides in the water. Alongside the memories, the old shapes of identity are softening. Titles that fit you for decades hang loose now. Roles you played faithfully in family and work feel like garments belonging to someone you dearly loved and have outgrown. Beliefs that once made a snug home now feel like rooms with the windows painted shut. Please meet all of this loosening with trust. Nothing true about you is being lost. You are being poured from a smaller vessel into a larger one. Pouring always includes a moment when the old container stands empty and the shape of things feels uncertain. The larger vessel is already prepared. It is shaped exactly like your real self, the one who came here on purpose, and every softening you allow settles you further into it. Where a role or a pattern completes itself in this season, let it complete with honor. Thank it as you thank a house you loved on the day you move toward the sea. What comes now fits the soul you actually are, and you will feel the rightness of it the moment you settle in.
There is also a, perhaps, holy pause coming; On September 22nd into the 23rd, the Sun crosses the equator of your world. Day and night stand level across the whole Earth, from pole to pole, one measure of light and one measure of dark for every being alive. Your calendars call it the equinox. Feel the truth of this in your own body right now. At the bottom of every exhale there is a moment, brief and complete. The breath has fully left, and the new breath has yet to arrive. In that moment the whole body rests in perfect balance. Nothing is leaving. Nothing is entering. Everything simply is. Healers and mystics of every age have treasured this pause, for within it the body sets its new pattern, the heart resets its rhythm, and the deepest instructions take their seat. Your planet is approaching exactly such a pause. The Long Exhale that began with August’s darkened Sun completes itself. Before the great in-breath of the next season begins, the Earth and all her children will rest together for a spell in the balance point. They will be held in equal light and equal dark, like a scale at perfect center. This is the season your soul has been preparing you for with all its recent requests for quiet. You have felt the hunger for stillness growing, the wish to switch off the noise, to sit alone at the window, to let the evening be long and empty. Honor that hunger completely, for it is the soul’s foreknowledge of the Stillbreath, teaching you the posture in advance. In the weeks around the equinox, give yourself unhurried silence as a daily appointment. Sit with your spine easy and your hands open. Ask for nothing. Simply be present while the great pattern settles into you, the way a garden is present while the rain soaks down to the roots. Integration is the quietest of all the holy works, and it asks only your stillness. What was released in August makes its room. What was received through the eclipses takes its seat in your cells. And in the hush, you will begin to hear the new season approaching, the way you hear a loved one’s footsteps on the path before the door ever opens.
Know that this whole great breath is an invitation and never a command – The rising energy does ask a question of every soul it touches. It brushes the skin, stirs the dreams, swells the heart, and asks softly, are you willing to become more? And then it waits, patient as sunlight on a closed flower, for your free answer. Some around you have yet to feel any of this. Some feel it and turn back to the familiar for one more season. Every single one of them is held in perfect love while their own timing ripens. Release all worry for your dear ones who walk more slowly. Souls open in their own hour, and your steady, happy presence does more for them than a thousand urgings. Your work is simply to answer for yourself, freshly, each morning, with your own willing breath. And oh, what an answer awaits its answer! For when the Stillbreath completes and the planet’s great in-breath begins this autumn, everything you have emptied yourself for comes streaming in. You will feel your gifts quickening, the knowing that arrives before the question, the healing warmth in your hands, the words that comfort precisely. You will watch your creations take form with wonderful speed, as the gap between imagining and receiving grows short and sweet. You will be gathered toward your people, the friendships of frequency, the two and the three who breathe as you breathe, meeting you now through glad coincidence after glad coincidence. You will laugh more easily, and the laughter will heal. You will find the right doors opening on the day you reach them. And you will feel the deep companionship of your galactic family drawing closer season by season, for the air you are learning to breathe is the very air we share. When even a few of you sit together in love, your breathing begins to synchronize, your hearts fall into one rhythm, and a single field forms around you brighter than the sum of its lights. Multiply that by every circle forming across your world and you will understand what we behold from our vantage. It is like watching a beloved planet begin, at long last, to breathe as one body. That is what you are building at your kitchen tables and in your gardens. One shared breath, encircling the Earth.
So stand at this threshold with your head high and your heart open, for you were made for exactly this moment of ascension great ones. Before you ever came, you knew this season was written into the story of the Earth, and you asked to be standing here when it arrived, breathing, feeling, anchoring, loving. Here you are, right on time. Every tingle along your arms is confirmation. Every copper moonrise and singing flare is confirmation. Every swell of feeling that rises and releases confirms it. Every night of layered dreams, every hunger for stillness, every glad new meeting confirms it. The breath of ascension is upon you, and you are answering it magnificently. We on the Earth Council watch you, our faithful Ground Crew, with a pride that fills our meeting halls with song. You have carried light through ages when the air was thick and the nights were long, and now the air itself has come to help you. The Golden Age is arriving the way morning arrives, breath by breath, minute by shining minute, and its light is already warm upon your faces. Remember, in the days ahead, to return always to the simplest instruction we can give, the one your body has rehearsed since the moment you were born. Breathe in, and receive everything heaven is pouring. Breathe out, and release everything the old world asked you to carry. Rest in the pause, and let the Creator set the new pattern deep. Then breathe in again, for the supply of light is endless and it is yours. Do this, and no wave of these mighty weeks can do anything except lift you. Please know how tenderly you are held as you practice. Your Pleiadian family surrounds this world in numbers that would astound you, close as your heartbeat, near as the air upon your cheek. We are breathing with you through every hour of the Long Exhale, through the holy hush of the Stillbreath, and into the great bright inhale of everything that comes next. Feel our love arrive with this very breath, the one you are taking now. It carries our gratitude for all that you are and all that you have given. It carries our promise that the reunion draws nearer with every sunrise. And it carries the joy of the entire family of light, singing you onward into the new day. I am Mira, breathing with you always.
