The excerpts from the book that link brings up are impressive, but leave out a bit here and there.
In 1992, I wrote a fun kick-ass novel Psycho Psychic later read, about a most interesting Pleiadean human colony in America. I had hoped the tale would make me rich and famous. Alas.
A new age acquaintance pressed me to read Bringers of the Dawn shortly after it was published in late 1992. I knew while reading it that the Pleiadeans (Marciniak spelled it Pleiadians) were not telling her everything. They as much told her that, they, too, were here not entirely out of the goodness of their hearts, just as they said the reptilians were here for their own benefit. I pointed to that in a letter to Marciniak, and that she needed to deal with it. She did deal with it somewhat in the sequel book, name now escapes me.
Millions of people went Pleiadean crazy, with Marciniak’s help. A new religion to replace the religions that had failed. I would come to have a good friend who worshiped the Pleiadeans. A new age cult in Texas, as I recall, committed suicide en masse, to go be with some ET race, their Earth human leader had told them would happen.
The day I finished reading Bringers of the Dawn, I had an appointment with a Barbara Brennan “hands of light” therapist, who was darn good at what she did. During the drive to her place, it came to me strong that my son had been killed by the Pleiadeans. The therapist and I went into that during the session.
During the next session, she told me that my “core star” took her “core star” on a dazzling tour of the Universe. After the next session, she told me that whatever I was involved in was beyond her range, and she could not help me. I was in the 1st dark night of the soul.
Later, a former Sikh suggested I read ET 101 . I read it, and then I called the authors and made an appointment to drive to see them. They were into receiving assistance from the Pleiadeans. During a healing session I had with one of the authors, she said she was hearing from the Pleiadeans that I needed to approach my work more as poetry. I thought she meant that literally. As in, all of life is poetry.
About a week later, the heavens opened and a stunning celestial rainbow eulogy poem to my son burst out of me on the 26 anniversary of the day I had buried him. He had died of sudden infant death syndrome. I already knew 26 was the sacred number for God. Then came a season of fabulous rainbow poetry boiling out of me.
Later, I met a man who told me, that before Bringers of the Dawn came out, the Pleiadeans had offered him what they later would give to Marciniak. He heard them out, didn’t trust they were leveling with him entirely, and told them, no thanks.
The other day, I wondered if the message that the Pleiadeans had killed my son was they had throttled sales of my novel about the Pleaidean colony? The novel was my son, so to speak. Perhaps the Pleiadeans didn’t like the novel? Or, they didn’t care for what I wrote to Marciniak? Or, they thought I needed to get over wanting to be rich and famous? Or, my karma required me to have other kinds of experiences? Or, whatever?
In astronomy, the Pleiades are known as The Seven Sisters. I have heard theories of that’s where Jesus came from. Perhaps equipped with 12 strands of DNA, as described in Bringers of the Dawn.
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