Meeting Sari and the Guidance of Alla

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I've put a link to the book in the show notes and I did seek permission to record this extract and the author kindly said yes . I'm going to reading from chapter eight which is titled The Eyes of Light and this is what James has written. The first time I saw the Arcturans, I didn't feel surprised. I felt home. It wasn't the meeting of strangers, it was the memory of something ancient, something my soul had carried long before this life . My star family , the Arcturians, stood before me in radiant stillness . Their presence washed over me like sunlight through water , calm, knowing, infinite . I didn't have to ask who they were , my heart already knew. They were tall and graceful, their blue skin shimmering in the twilight of another world . Their eyes, brilliant, endless blue , held the quiet depth of oceans, the kind where eternity seemed to drift just beneath the surface . When they looked at me I could feel the universe breathing . Their robes flowed like living light , whites so pure it seemed woven from starlight, with threads of gold glinting softly along the hems . Around their brows and necks, golden adornments caught the glow of unseen suns . Every moment every glance carried the serenity of beings who had long since outgrown fear . When they spoke, it wasn't with sound , it was of the gentle pulse that filled both mind and spirit. Words were unnecessary . Their telepathy was touch, warmth, and understanding. It reached into me, not to question or judge , but simply to remind me I belonged, that I always had . With them there was only peace love so vast it filled every hollow place in me . As a child and l ater as a man they taught me without impatience , lessons of light , of creation , of what it means to be . Never once did I feel less than whole in their presence. On Arcturia I would walk the shores, the ocean whispering against my feet, its waves glowing with soft blue light . Above me the sky shimmered with shifting stars that felt alive , almost conscious . Sitting there, gazing into the luminous horizon, I would feel it the ache of recognition something inside me stirred , something older than memory . I wasn't just a visitor, I was returning . Even as the years passed and I aged on earth, fifty nine seasons of learning and remembering , that feeling never left . I told others what they had given me peace, connection, light . Yet a quiet longing gnawed at the edges of my knowing. There was something I still didn't understand . One evening as the soft glow of Arcturian's moons bathed us in silver, I sat with Lauren, my mother in the stars , our hands met, our thoughts entined . Her presence was like calm water . I told her of the emptiness I couldn't name . She listened with eyes full of galaxies . Then, in a voice that moved through me rather than to me, she said, Malio, you are not of two worlds, you are both . Your mother gave of herself , her essence joined with ours . We wove you from Earth and Archurian light , that is why you remember , that is why you belong in both realms . The words moved through me like a song I had almost forgotten how to sing . My chest tightened, tears burning behind my eyes , not from sadness but from recognition . In that moment the missing pieces slid gently into place . I felt the warmth, the truth, the completeness I had been reaching for my whole life . I was more than just chosen . They made me serve as a bridge between stars and soil , and for the first time I understood who I was. Arcturian sister My Arcturian sister Sara , has always held a place in my heart that no one else could ever fill . She isn't just my Octurian sister, she's a part of my soul, woven into the fabric of my being like starlight. From the time we met as children, she has been my joy , my comfort and my quiet teacher in all things love and spirit . Her presence radiated calmness , her skin shimmered her so ft blue as if the heavens themselves had found a body to live in. When her eyes met mine, every ounce of fear melted away . She didn't speak aloud. She didn't need to. Her thoughts brushed against mine like a gentle breeze . It felt like a forgotten note from a song I used to know, one that had been waiting for me to remember. We grew together, though she was hundreds of years my senior , time didn't matter between us, only love did. We would walk together through the luminous corridors of the craft, her laughter echoing softly against the walls. She taught me the language of the heart before the language of words, how to listen, how to reach out with thought, how to touch another soul with kindness . Sometimes we'd sit for hours beside the observation wind ow, watching the stars drift past like glowing seeds in an endless garden . She tells me stories of our homeworld of blue skies that shimmered like crystal, of beings who spoke in light and danced in the frequencies of love , but she also taught me to feel how to laugh, to play, to share emotions like siblings do . With her I learned what it meant to belong Mears later when I saw her again , the moment felt as if time itself had stopped . She was standing across a luminous hall, surrounded by students . Star children she was teaching now. Her light brighter than ever . Her eyes met mine, she froze . Then that familiar, radiant smile spread across her face . The same smile that had comforted a scared boy so long ago She didn't walk to me she ran Little one she cried , her voice bursting with laughter and tears My little brother has returned . We embraced, spinning together in a circle of light, both of us laughing, both of us crying . The years between us disappeared, leaving only the pure joy of reunion. We sat and talked for hours about all that had passed, about how much we had both grown . Her eyes sparkled as she softly said, Mileo, you have become what you were . You carry the light impressively . Her words filled me with warmth so deep it brought tears to my eyes . I sensed her pride and love radiating , not like a teacher to a student , but like a sister whose heart was forever intertwined with mine . Sari has always been my guiding star . Her gentle presence still moves through my thoughts . Soft telepathic whispers of wisdom when I need them most . She's been there in my darkest nights, her calm voice reminding me to hold on, to stay anchored in love I am who I am because of her. Her laughter still echoes in me, her teaching still shape my spirit I carry her love like a sacred light inside my heart the light of my sister , my friend , my guide through eternity . Arla I first met Arla in my mid twenties , though when I saw her, it felt less like a meeting and more like a memory , as if she had always been there, just waiting for me to awaken . She stepped from the light