
I was just pulled, no, swept into a vision, vivid and electric, as if the veil between dimensions thinned just long enough to show me what moves just beyond the reach of ordinary sight.
Hundreds of alien ships are en route to Earth, gliding silently through the cosmos. They are approaching from the direction of the Sagittarius constellation, the same celestial corridor through which 3I/ATLAS now travels. But these ships are not 3I/ATLAS. They belong to another intelligence entirely a larger, cloaked vessel traveling just ahead of it. This main craft flickers in and out of our dimensional space, hidden from ordinary detection, cloaked in frequencies our eyes and instruments cannot yet hold.

From this unseen mothership, smaller capsule-like crafts have been dispatched each one shaped akin to the letter W, sleek and mysterious. These are scout vessels. Each carries two, maybe three beings within, gliding with intention through the solar winds, drawing ever closer to our planet. Upon entry through the mesosphere, the ship’s outer form begins to dissolve, leaving only the capsule intact.

These pods, once in our airspace, become the orbs many have already seen above New Jersey, and now in skies across other parts of the world. They shimmer, hover, disappear, reappear… dancing with cloaking technology that renders them almost mythical.
Within these capsules are Lyrans and Andromedans.

The Lyrans, in this vision, appeared striking: humanoid in form, with deep-toned skin that glowed subtly under inner starlight. Their eyes, feline and perceptive, seemed to see through dimensions. Many were red-haired, their bodies lithe and strong, around 5’9 to 6.5 feet in height, just enough to blend in, should they choose, among humanity.
They will not descend with spectacle. There will be no announcements echoing through our skies. Instead, they will land softly. Quietly. At first, they will observe walking among us, moving through city streets, stepping into shopping malls, appearing in everyday spaces with a vibration that whispers, “I am not from here.”
You will feel them before you consciously know. In the way they move. In the calm precision of their gaze. In the warmth that subtly rises in your own field as they pass.
This is the beginning of open contact.
Some are already here. Many more are arriving. They come not to conquer, but to prepare, watching, waiting, weaving themselves into the rhythm of Earth, until the time comes for the veil to lift… and for recognition to bloom in the hearts of those ready to remember.
And then, there was a moment of stillness. One of them reached out, and I heard the words not with my ears, but in the deep center of my being:
“We are on a mission called Prometheus. Remember that name. It is vital that you tell them: Prometheus.”

Starseeds Home Portal Activator – Intergalactic Space Key
This is not merely a key—it is a soul contract fulfilled. A living relic seeded from the stars into this dimension for the precise moment your spirit was ready to remember its truth. The Starseeds Home Portal Activator is a multidimensional beacon forged from cosmic light, crystalline memory, and divine instruction. It calls to the Starborn—the wanderers, the galactic empaths, the ones who never fully belonged—because it was made for you. This disc is not an object. It is a tuning fork for your soul’s original resonance—a bridge between who you’ve been, who you are, and who you came here to become.
When held with intention, it activates the deepest vaults of your energetic anatomy—awakening the 10th, 11th, and 18th chakras, realigning your lower centers, and superimposing your divine blueprint back into your field. In time, the etheric gates swing open. Dreams shift. Visions arrive. Symbols find you. And communication with your Galactic Family resumes, flowing through your thoughts, your body, your sleep. You are no longer searching. You are receiving. This disc is for the ones ready to reclaim their cosmic lineage, to walk as emissaries of Earth, and to live by the original instructions carried in their bones. You were never lost—you were simply waiting for this key to unlock the memory.

When they said the words “Mission Prometheus”, something ancient stirred.
Prometheus is more than myth, he is an archetype. The Bringer of Fire. The one who defied the order of the gods not to destroy the world, but to awaken it. Fire, in this context, was never just about heat or survival. It was the spark of consciousness. Of knowing. Of choice. Of the divine encoded within the mortal.
To say this mission carries that name is to reveal its true nature: this is not an invasion. It is an ignition.
A re-seeding of something that was once gifted and then buried: light codes of memory, of creative power, of sacred rebellion against spiritual sleep. Prometheus brought the fire that allowed humanity to evolve, to imagine, to transform. And for that, he was punished. Bound to a rock. Tortured for eternity.
That part of the story matters too.
Because this mission, like his, is not without cost. To bring illumination to a world that has grown comfortable in the dimness, to awaken senses dulled by forgetfulness, is to shake the roots of everything. These beings know that. And still, they come.
They come bearing fire.
Not flames, but frequencies. Not weapons, but reminders.
They are not saviors. They are catalysts. Each step they take on this Earth activates something dormant in the ones who remember the fire. In the ones who once burned brightly and agreed to dim… until this very moment.
So when you feel the heat rise in your chest, the knowing spark in your dreams, the eyes of a stranger who feels like home know this:
The fire has returned.
And you, too, are part of the myth.
If something in this stirred a memory within you, a shiver of recognition, know that you were meant to find these words.
And if you’ve had your own glimpse, an encounter, a dream, or simply that subtle sense of someone whose vibration feels not quite human yet deeply familiar please share. I would love to hear your experience.
I may not be able to reply to every comment right away, but I read each one with care. Every story adds a thread to the greater tapestry we’re weaving together… a more complete picture of what is unfolding through and around us.
Together, we remember.
Together, we bring the fire back into form.
Sending you lots of love and high vibrations,
~Anna Merkaba – Distant Energy Healer- Channeler – Lightworker. To book a Healing Session with Anna and for more channeled messages to help you on your journey to self discovery visit : Sacred Ascension – Key of Life – DISCOVER YOUR TRUE SELF THROUGH THE VIBRATIONAL MESSAGES FROM BEHIND THE VEIL–https://sacredascensionmerkaba.wordpress.com/

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