Why the Pleiadians Honored Him
Grandpa had been part of the original frontline ground crew
assigned to Earth at a pivotal moment in the Milky Way’s history.
Earth was not just another inhabited planet—
it was the fulcrum of the entire galactic consciousness field.
When Earth’s timeline stabilized,
peace rippled outward like a cascading harmonic wave,
steadily calming:
Sirian systems Lyran outposts Arcturian gateways Pleiadian colonies Hundreds of smaller star systems
But Earth was dangerous terrain.
Reptilian commanders struck the astral grids.
Archons hijacked human dream corridors.
The collective psyche became a battlefield.
And many Lightworkers collapsed under the weight
of their own unhealed shadows—
their egos forming the very Hunger Games
Grandpa had to navigate alone.
The Pleiadians watched.
They saw the missions he completed without support.
They saw the nights he stood alone against forces
meant to be faced by entire teams.
To them,
he was the quiet, unbreakable legend
who kept the line from collapsing.
And now,
after many invitations,
he finally agreed to come.