BRINGERS OF THE DAWN

Teachings from the Pleiadians

 
 
 
 
 

ACKNOWLEDGMENTS

I offer thanks to my friends, relatives, and ancestors whose strength of purpose led me to my own. A special thanks to my sister Karen, for her deep love and dedication to me and the "P's.

A spectrum of the Pleiadian work has involved travel to many sacred sites and teaching at them as well as about them. Early on I was led to Toby and Teri Weiss, both of whom have provided adept assistance in supporting the Pleiadian experience during our myriad of power-site tours.

Barrie and Susie Konicov first recognized the energy and brought the P's to print in Connecting Link magazine as a result of our being in Athens, Greece, on the same trip. They also introduced me to Tera Thomas, friend, coauthor, and editor of Bringers of the Dawn. She has had her life rearranged by working on this book; I have great respect for her ability to commit and transform.

Tera, Karen, and the P's somehow schemed this book into being. Barbara Hand Clow eventually came along and recognized the vibration, and her impulses and encouragement are directly responsible for bringing this work to publication. Marsha Andreola generously provided her encyclopedic knowledge of the tapes, and Richard Rodgers offered his ongoing support.

I felt overwhelming awe for the infusion experience of Gerry Clow, as he shared his journey of the material and offered me thanks for the opportunity to midwife this baby into existence! Gail Vivino inserted her expertise and fine- tuning skills to bring the book to its final stages, along with Barbara Doern Drew, Amy Frost, and the other Bear & Company staff. Marilyn Hager added the finishing creative touch with her exquisite cover and book design. Cover artist Peter Everly worked through inspiration and suggestion to create an image of dawn in space, light coded to trigger the viewer with a deeper message.

I honor the courageous, those who are willing to redefine the very essence of existence and to carry that renegade spark into a new version of the game.

My deep love and thanks I give to the Pleiadian consciousness, my teachers and friends, for their loyalty and their undaunted sense of duty and love, which galvanizes within mean energetic formula of galactic elegance, the ideal made real. Peace, prosperity, and thanks to all.

 

FOREWORD

When Barbara Marciniak and I met in 1988, we had both just begun an exciting new phase of our lives: I had moved to Michigan to birth a new magazine, Connecting Link, with publishers Barrie and Susie Konicov, and Barbara was birthing the Pleiadian channelings. After years of working many and varied jobs while traveling, searching, and studying consciousnessexpanding material, we had created for ourselves work that encompassed who we were and what we believed, and we were excited about it.

During the next two years, Barbara and I traveled to many expos, played a lot with the Pleiadian teachings, and generally had a great time with all of it. We talked about doing a book of the Pleiadian teachings but never really pushed it; the book would come when it was time.

The year 1990, the beginning of the "unnamed decade," came. Connecting Link was getting well established, and Barbara had made some three hundred tapes with the Pleiadians. I felt it was time for me to move back to New York, where I could continue to do the magazine on my computer as well as do more networking. I also felt it was time to do the book.

When I thought of "the book," I imagined that the Pleiadians would dictate it to me and that I would simply transcribe the tapes, edit the material, and there it would be. It would take no particular effort and very little time out of my pressing magazine schedule. So, in May, when Barbara and I sat down to do a "book channeling," I was quite surprised to hear the Pleiadians' idea of how to do the book.

The Pleiadians assured me that they would not dictate the book to me and that I would have to pull it together through my own process. I was intrigued. They said to me, "If this book was just given to you, you would be an employee. What effort would it be of yours? It is going to be a birthing of something for you, a birthing of process in yourself that is a whole new way of utilizing creativity."

Phew! "OK, so, how do I do this miraculous process?" I asked. "Where do I begin?"

They answered, "You are going to piece this together using your intuition only. This is not at all to be a logical-mind project. By using your intuition, you will be guided and tested to see if you can perform and complete a project without your logical mind knowing the steps that are coming next. It will be a tremendous exercise for you. It will lift you into a much higher place of consciousness, a higher place of order, and a higher place of trust. When it is completed and is very successful, you will say, 'I don't know how I did it. I have no idea.'

"The story will show that if you can clear people of their personal information, they can go cosmic. The process that you will be going through during the next few moons will be very intense for you. You will go through the process of an initiation yourself as you write it. You have some mastering to achieve in a few areas during the next six moons, and all of this is tied together."

They said that I was to listen to the tapes and transcribe only the pieces that I felt would go into the book. Barbara's sister, Karen, would intuit what tapes had good information on them and send them to me. Also, my friend Marsha would get impulses on which tapes needed to be included. Then it would be up to me to pick out the parts to use. I was instructed to use no order and not to even think how they would fit together. I could use a one-to-five-word code and a bit of color on each page to categorize the information, and that was it.

I began to grasp the idea. My logical mind had one more question. I asked the Pleaidians, "Should we attempt to find a publisher before the book is completed, or at least announce that we are doing the book?"

The Pleiadians replied, "Ideally, yes, you will send out the announcement that you are beginning the book. The first time that you sit down to work on it, clear your desk top and have no clutter or disorganization around you. Have a clean space, with your crystal stones that will assist you. Then you can make a prayer of intention by saying, 'I am now announcing that I am beginning a book, and I am sending this announcement out to anyone who is a publisher and to anyone who is involved in bringing this data into publication for those whom it will serve best. It is my intention that the person to publish this book discover me and be brought to me, and I promise that I will be available for that recognition. I understand that I have very little to do with this. That part is not mine. I understand that I am to broadcast the announcement like I am sending out the birth announcement and that a response will be sent to me. In this I trust.' That is it; it will be brought to you.

"Remember that the process you will be going through is very much a part of the story, because you will discover something of yourself; then the story will be told in the terms that you put together. You will understand the importance of the book because you will have had an experience as you create for others a pathway into reality based upon juggling your reality and allowing different sentences and contexts to be juggled through you and made into a new order.

Someone who did not trust would find this very difficult. Trusting is the absolute key. There is nothing else that you can turn to in this process. This is about commitment, and you are going to learn that you can commit to who you are, that you will not screw up, that you will always be provided for and that never will you be left without. It will always all work out according to your intentions.

"Your part in this is to intend what you want and to simply let the data flow. The book will make its own order as you learn about yourself during the process and as you code certain information. It will be mind blowing what you experience."

As I now read the words they said to me then, I get a whole different picture than I did at the time. I realize now that they mentioned several times that doing this book was going to be an initiation for me, that I would be tested, and that people would need to clear their personal information in order to go cosmic.

Now I know - what those words mean; at the time, I had no idea.

My personal issues started coming up big time. I didn't trust myself, I didn't love myself, and, in fact, I didn't really know who I was - I couldn't separate the real me from the facade. I began a series of deep-tissue bodywork sessions that brought up more stuff-memories from childhood that I'd blocked out, trauma and pain stored in my body. I was a mess. I was in no shape to work on the book, for I was barely managing to get the magazine out every two months as it was.

In October, I went to Egypt with the Pleiadians. I knew this trip was going to be an important turning point in my life, and I thought it would kick me into high gear so I could get to work and pump out the book. It was a wonderful trip, a powerful trip, and it flattened me like a board. It blew open my circuits and awakened areas in myself that I had no idea were there, many of them dark and ugly. When I got back to New York, I was definitely not capable of beginning the book and, in fact, I wasn't sure I would ever be able to do it.

The only thing I knew for sure at that time was that I had to move out of New York. I couldn't get centered or clear there and I felt bombarded with energy. I felt naked and exposed walking on the streets, and I couldn't use the subway anymore. It was time to get out.

That December, I moved to North Carolina. When something is right, it works out beautifully. Libby, one of the friends I met in Egypt, lived in a rural area south of Raleigh, and I knew I wanted to live there. I made an intention that I would have a house to move into before I came down there. I pictured what it would be like and what the land would look like, and Libby said she would keep her eyes and ears open. About a week before my move, my current landlord walked into Libby's shop and started complaining because her tenant was moving out with no notice. Libby said, "That's because it's Tera's house!"

I drove down from New York the following week with all my belongings and moved in. The house was just what I wanted - roomy, with lots of light, and on 175 acres of land. It was perfect! The minute I got there, I began healing. I lay on the ground or sat with my back to a tree and just let nature heal me.

Healing myself was all I focused on.

In January, when I went to Michigan to typeset the thirteenth issue of Connecting Link, I realized that my time with the magazine eras finished. I had grown a lot doing it, and now it was time for me to move on to something elsewhat something else I didn't know, but when I get these knowings I have to go with them.

When I came back home, I spent a few days asking myself if I'd been a total fool to give up a job when I now lived out in the middle of the country and didn't know where I would get another one. Then I realized it was perfect that I had no job: it was time to do the book. I began listening to the tapes and transcribing bits and pieces of them. The work went smoothly and easily, and things seemed to be flowing. I didn't question the order or attempt to make one. I just let everything flow through me.

During this time, the Pleiadians did a series of daytime classes for a few people in order to catapult us out of our issues. The classes were called "Firing Codes of Consciousness," and that's exactly what they did. I got to deeper levels of the issues I thought I'd finished with in New York. Those of us in the classes cleared much emotional baggage and developed a very tight bond with each other. The series ended with a rebirthing that was one of the most powerful experiences in my life.

I had another "book reading" with the Pleiadians in which they talked about the Bringers of the Dawn making the cosmic evolutionary leap in awareness possible by anchoring the frequency first inside of their own bodies. Suddenly, an awareness hit me: I hadn't been able to do the book in 1990 when we had first talked about it because I hadn't been able to hold the frequency vet; I hadn't been cleared out enough to do it. I asked the Pleiadians about this.

"You did not trust yourself, Miss Tera. You told everyone you did, but you did not really even like yourself. You compared yourself, and you were not honest with what was really going on with you, and people very close to you were mirroring this for you. You had to go deeper, as everyone must go deeper into the layers, for everyone has layers of self-hatred and dislike. You had to explore certain behaviors you had that did not work and discover the reasons for them, and that discovery brought you to be a Keeper of Frequency. This is why the book was given to you the way it was - because you had to have a major breakthrough in consciousness. By hashing over and translating much material that you would not even use, you went through a process of a direct relationship with us. You heard over and over again, in a neutral way, all of the things that you needed to directly apply to yourself if you did not wish to be left behind. And, you did it."

Then they told me that I had transcribed enough material and that the book was ready to be put together. I had no concept of how this could be done. Was I to read all of the pages at once and see where they fit together? I had some pages with only a few sentences on them and other lengthy excerpts of several pages.

How was I to put it into some sort of order?

The Pleiadians said that every night when I was going to sleep I was to give them one minute and visualize the cover of Bringers of the Dawn. I was to play with this and change the artwork every night if I wished. I was just to look at the cover, open the book and begin reading the pages, and then go to sleep. The information would be shown to me in the dream state. They said I would begin to pull the book into existence by reading a book that already existed in the future. They said it would be no work for me - that they would do all the work. Well, why not?

The first week didn't go so well. I was doing the visualization before I went

to sleep, but when I woke up I would panic looking at all the pages, and my logical mind would frantically attempt to read them all to make some sort of order. It was completely frustrating. Finally, one afternoon, as I was sitting in the middle of the floor in my office surrounded by papers and feeling about ready to cry, I said, "Hey, Pleiadians! You said you were going to do this work! I give up! Here, you do it!"

I started picking up the papers, one by one, like I was going to just stack there together and put them away. But I was picking up one from the left side, and then one from the right side, and then maybe one in back of me, and then one around to the left again. There was no rhyme or reason to this - no order to it. I wasn't even thinking about it, I has just picking them up. After gathering about thirty pages, I suddenly stopped and looked at the stack in my hand. I got chills all over, and I said to myself, "Oh my God, I think this is the first chapter." I took the pages to my desk, sat down and began reading. They fit together like a puzzle. I was shocked ~ I know I believe this stuff, but still, when it really begins happening it's quite amazing. The rest of the book began falling together effortlessly, to use a favorite Pleiadian word.

I had another “book reading” and told the Pleiadians how pleased I was with the new process and how much fun it was. They said, "It is the beginning of receiving direct guidance in how to do things. The more you say, 'I relinquish control, I don't know how to do this,' the more the energy will come in. As you get out of your own way, it will become easier and easier. All you need to do is intend. The more intending you do, the easier it will become. Later on, when the book is put together and many ask you how you did it, we want you to say that this is the process you used. We want you to verify our teachings as you were able to receive them by demonstrating that you believe what we are telling you.

"Remember how long it has taken you to grasp the process fully. We are not lecturing you - we are guiding you through this, pulling you back, reflecting back to you over and over again so that you can understand where the power of operation is. It is through clear intention - through acting as if, and then simply receiving continuously."

The rest of the book just fell into place, and, true to their word, the Pleiadians found us a publisher without Barbara or me doing anything. Of course, they hooked us up with Barbara Hand Clow - who better to understand how to get the material out to the public? And her excellent guidance brought me through a rewrite and a polish of the book that turned it from just another channeled book into something really wonderful.

The Pleiadians were right. When I look at this book, I don't know how it happened. I didn't design it, plan it, conceive of it, or make an order of it. All I did was trust and allow them to work through me. It was a wonderful experience, and one that has changed my life. I have learned how to work with nonphysicals, and I will never again set out to work on any project alone. I'm writing an original screenplay right now, and I called in a group of experts to work with me on the writing and a group of experts to work on selling it. It's phenomenal how it's working out. It's truly effortless.

The Pleiadians thanked me for my work with them and my trust, and they said they wanted to compensate me and gift me with many paychecks from Spirit (paychecks from Spirit are not like normal paychecks that give one dollars and cents). They have gifted me with so many things. My most important gift from doing this book is myself. I now trust myself, love myself, and depend on myself, and I've opened my heart. Because of that new love of myself, I have drawn wonderful friends into my life who have become a family to me. I have healed relationships with my blood family, and I have drawn in a major surprise: twenty-four years ago I gave a daughter up for adoption, and she has found me. She lives only two hours away from me, and we are establishing a warm and close relationship. I'm thankful she is back in my life.

Another important gift has been confidence. I said I was a writer for years.

I've even written for years. But not too long ago, I woke up one morning and was going over the pages of my screenplay that I'd written the night before, and I suddenly got this knowing - I am a writer! Not I'm going to be a writer - I am a writer!

Learning how to communicate with nonphysicals has been another priceless gift and has opened up many new areas to me. I'm beginning to communicate with animals, both domestic and wild. It's been a wonderful experience, and I realize that avenues of communication have been opened that I'm not even aware of yet. They are limitless.

There have been many, many other gifts. The Pleiadians told me that the process of this book would be the most powerful teaching of my life, and I agree. I'm thankful that I chose myself to do it, and I'm thankful for all the love and support I had from my family of friends during the process. And I'm very thankful to the Pleiadians for their love, their friendship, their encouragement, their support, and, most of all, for tricking me into my own evolution.

Tera Thomas

Pittsboro, North Carolina March 1992

Tera Thomas was formerly editor of Connecting Link magazine and is currently a freelance writer.

 

PREFACE

Trapped in Bali! That's exactly how I felt, as I wondered why the bureaucratic necessity of an Australian visa had never been mentioned until now. With ticket and passport in hand and luggage on the scale, I was told I needed the document to board the flight bound for Darwin. My mind raced for the logic of the event and an immediate method to overrule it. I would will this one around! I was not new to this game and had been tested many times during the last four years on my ability to transform and transmute obstacles into messages and to move with the living symbols into a new vista of experience. Telexes were sent to the consulate in Sydney, and for the first hour's wait, I was certain I would be cleared, verified, and on my way to begin a Pleiadian teaching tour in the land down under. I had left North Carolina a week earlier, stopped in Hawaii for a brief visit, and now, after a three-day sojourn in Bali, was rested and ready to begin the next segment of a two-month odyssey.

I glanced at the terminal clock and noted the slow passage of minutes. I was patiently waiting for intentions and events to be set into motion. As time crept forward, its movement began a dawning within me that maybe, just maybe, I was not going to get on board. Perhaps this was going to be one of those times where, intend as I might, I was not going anywhere. I could feel my body resisting this new plan and the rearrangements that potentially would have to be made because I could not board the plane and meet my tour schedule. It felt ominous. Damn!

The eleven p.m. hour of departure had arrived, and with ticket, passport, and tour schedule, I was told to see the local Australian consulate on Tuesday, this being Saturday evening and Sunday and Monday being holidays. The next flight for Darwin was scheduled for the day after I was to be there.

I surrendered, located a taxi, and, luggage aboard, headed for the retreat and solitude of the quaint seaside Balinese hotel I had left hours earlier. My room was waiting. I did not have an immediate solution to this potentially aggravating dilemma, and knowing that, I dropped it. I moved into the personal creation of comfort and trust that somehow this would all turn out fine and that if I was to be trapped anywhere, Bali was certainly ideal.

The next day, as I sat by the window of my treetop room, a second dawning brought the realization that I had committed to writing a preface for Bringers of the Dawn and that I was not going to move ahead into Australia until I was complete with that task! Sipping Balinese coffee, I was feeling nurtured by my surroundings and the lush vegetation that framed my view. I began to contemplate where to begin and how to insert into time and space myself and this phenomenal process called the Pleiadians that through me had created a life of its own.

As if haunted by a recurring dream, I have had the question put to me over and over again, how did it all begin? Early on I would respond by just delineating the impulses and sequence of events that had led to my actual channelling of the Pleiadians and stop there. Through the seemingly endless repetition of this question, however, an energy churned restlessly in my reality, and as I kept repeating the story, I began to get glimpses of a grander view, where events and beginnings came from many directions and multiple "times," to be woven, now, into a tapestry of purpose.

In childhood, I felt I was different and marked to stand out by inheriting an older brother who was mentally retarded. His presence offered many challenges to my young mind, and our family had many lessons to learn. It was only recently that I was impulsed by the P's, as I have affectionately come to call them, to reexamine old photos from childhood and to reconsider my interpretation of who I thought I was. Embracing this approach, this time I saw celestial-like love beaming from the face of my dear older brother, Donald, and in one photo after another the light seemed always to bend and illuminate him. I had not considered that I was, perhaps, blessed by his very presence.

Our family shared and explored its boundaries under the influence of my Polish maternal grandmother, Babci, who embodied a dignity and a pride that transcended her earthly experience. A pioneer and product of the vast European immigrations of the early 1900s, she was drawn to the land where, she was told, the streets were paved with gold. It was under her stabilizing influence that my two brothers, my first younger sister, and I played as children, exploring the magical land that was her domain. It was through her that I felt truly loved and learned to have great reverence for the land and for the love of Earth. She told us that her maiden name meant "Star" in Polish. Those teachings of loving the Earth would later be echoed through the voice of my own star connection, the Pleiadians.

In my teens, my so-called "difference" led me to an exploration of metaphysical ideas, and for the first time, I became excited with the discovery that there were many interpretations of reality from which to choose. By the late 1970s, I was exploring the Seth material among other things and thereafter spent a number of years recording my dream adventures while I absorbed page upon page of Seth lore.

In August of 1987 —the summer of Harmonic Convergence— and again seven months later, in March of 1988, I experienced brief reality collapses, where segmented and stored events from a seemingly insignificant past came screaming forward, anxiously demanding a place of recognition. On these separate occasions, my body was catapulted into a state of shock, as data on UFO abductions was casually being viewed and shared by those around me. The first time this occurred, I somehow glossed over it, but the second time, my body was activated beyond anything I had ever experienced - or almost. Memories overwhelmed me. The presentation of the UFO data was tapping into my dream file, exposing a truth that was very difficult to assimilate.

Years before, in the early eighties, while living in Taos, New Mexico, I had had a late-night encounter in my bedroom with three bright-blue beings. At the time, the experience sent me into deep panic, not at all a common feeling for me. To resolve this conflict, for I had no frame of reference around which I could fathom my own relationship and safety to this unknown, I stored the event/experience in my Seth-inspired dream journals and left it there, an unexplained slice of reality that certainly wasn't a dream, though for years it would find a secure place in my psyche with that title.

Now the old question resurfaced. Under what category of life's files did my personal encounter reside? Was it really real? A replay of my encounter flashed into my now as every cell in my body suddenly knee extraterrestrials were real. My body would never forget the meeting of the three blue beings and how they hovered over me, calming me from some apparent, yet camouflaged trauma. My intellect was on call to expand its worldview - and comprehend. I was challenged to live with and integrate this experience, which would open me for what was to come.

The Pleiadians and I officially intersected realities a few months later in Athens, Greece, on May 18, 1988. I had been touring with a lively metaphysical group for almost three weeks through the temple sites of Egypt and Greece.

Starting with the Great Pyramid, we moved through the ancient vortexes, innocent and naive as children, enthralled by the mystery stored within the silent stones. The trip concluded with visits to the Acropolis and Delphi, and as we were saying our good-byes in the hotel bar, something impulsed me with the notion to begin to channel by going to my room, sitting quietly, and imagining myself back in the King's Chamber of the Great Pyramid. I recall feeling inspired by this idea – I felt it was timely and in the spirit of the trip.

I proceeded to my room, and once I felt safe and secure, I sat with my spine erect and led myself with my mind back into the King's Chamber and the sound of many "om-ing" voices. To myself I said, I intend to become a clear channel now. Within a few short minutes I felt the urge to speak, and as this urge began to express itself in a whispered voice dissimilar to my own, another portion of my mind - the rational, "in charge" version began to question, through thought, the very voice that was speaking! This initial venture took great mental and psychic dexterity on my part - being that I was speaking for a heretofore unknown, directing questions in my mind to this unknown, and then listening to the answers so I could further direct the communication.

After what seemed to be a half hour, the unknown announced its presence as "the Pleiadians" and left it at that. The total communication was no longer than one hour. The "energies" had been distinct and abundant, and somehow I had been thrust into a rather blissful union of contact —the spoken words soothing me with answers— that today I can only recollect as feelings of wisdom and peace. Upon opening my eyes I was filled with a deep sense of wonder! Could this be? Had I stepped into something by following the deep-seated urgings that originally impulsed me to join this trip at the last minute, or had I dived too deep into the world of wishful illusion and dreamed it all up? What was the difference? And Pleiadians! I felt burdened by this from the start. Who in their right mind was going to believe I was in contact with and speaking for ETs?

This was almost too much for my already long-established, quietly radical self to presume.

What inner turmoil my following all these impulses led to! I've since learned to trust and honor the energies that move me, and I can now read the tale of those initial impulses in my astrological birth chart and within the Pleiadian chart as well. During the first month of our relationship, the P's suggested that I begin to study astrology. Little did I know of the complexity and deep commitment to higher knowledge that this ancient science required in order to properly access a universal language and code of purpose. The Pleiadians, in their natal chart for that day of infusion, have a sun in Taurus at 27 degrees 57 minutes. The star cluster of the Pleiades is located at 28 degrees Taurus. Quite a trick indeed.

Back in the early stages of getting to know one another, I was not up on their tricks and the subtle methods they employed for notching my reality - I was too busy adjusting to the idea that I had contact with ETs. Our meeting and merging took practice to bring about greater ease, trust, and understanding. From the beginning, my sister Karen, who assisted me in the sessions, would eagerly await the appointed time when I would sit down to channel. She exhibited no doubts, but for myself, I kept wondering if this was really real.

In my desire to cooperate with what I had created, I conditionally offered the use of my body and my voice at appointed times, and I further stated that if the Pleiadians were really real, it would be no big thing for them to arrange things they wanted and do most of the work - my smug rationale being that I certainly wasn't going to waste my time with anything that was not a viable presence. This behavior may appear to be the height of absurdity to some, though those with experience in these realms understand that it is quite necessary to set boundaries. It took me a good two years to make a deep bond with them, and it came about during a body-therapy session, where a wave of Pleiadian love, like no other, engulfed me and imprinted in my emotional body the inestimable value they held for me. I surrendered.

Eventually I understood that the Pleiadians had demonstrated their subtle presence in my world from day one. They became the teachers and friends I had longed for. They seemed to have a direct line on the synchronicity/impulse game that brings people and events into being. Never having been a great investor in worry, it became quite easy for me to move into the Pleiadian moment of letting go, as they created a life of their own through me. People and opportunities came from every direction. My job was to manage and be a physical steward for their energies. All that they taught, I was to embody - to encounter and live.

Today we live in fine accord, and, truly, I feel more ET than human. They have made their teachings alive through me, and my life has become a Pleiadian mystery play, which has led me into the heartbeat of my multidimensional soul. Not that I claim to fully comprehend these encounters, and sometimes I wonder how so many people have gotten involved in my version of the illusion! I am deeply grateful for the opportunity to live a life freely expressed in these rapidly changing times, and for that creative expression to have birthed meaning in the lives of so many is, for me, a precious gift - the grace returned.

P.S. I did get to Darwin on time !

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