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Dawn Of Lyra, East Maitland (2026)

16/07/2026

THE INVASION OF ANCIENT EARTH

A long time ago, were there advanced humans on ancient Earth being actively hunted?

This past-life regression I facilitated raised that question for me.
Not the cavemen, but a different breed of human that existed, ones with advanced DNA. The ones descended from the Atlantean lineages, taught by the ETs and who were carrying genetic codes that were far more advanced.

In a past-life session explored in Dawn of Orion, the Rigelian being that the client accessed in past life regression described a ground war on ancient Earth. Very much like the "Wars of the gods" described in ancient texts, but this had a new meaning. Ships had come down. The battle in the sky had concluded. Now it was close combat, Rigelian hunters and Galactic forces moving through a radioactive, charred landscape, hunting down the Orion Empire's soldiers, drones, spider-like robotic fighters, and reptilian ground troops.

The galactics were there trying to stop the enemy from reaching the advanced humans. They had organised the terrain specifically so the reptilians couldn't find them.
When asked why the advanced humans were being hunted, the answer was direct and without softening: their DNA was special. The enemy was torturing their souls. Some of them were being eaten.

I want to be clear about what this means in context, because this is not something I want to gloss over for the sake of making the post more comfortable to read. What came through in this session, and what I have confirmed through Akashic Records work and multiple other regression sessions, is that the advanced human populations of the ancient Earth, particularly the Atlantean lineages, carried a genetic signature unlike anything else on the planet.

Their DNA was advanced and they had stronger psychic abilities. The Earth was always significant in the larger cosmic web, and the beings seeded here reflected that significance in their very biology.

The Draco-Orion empire knew this. They had always known it. The invasion of ancient Earth was a targeted operation against a specific population because of what they carried in their cells.

The Galactic federations & councils eventually installed a quarantine on the planet. No further invasions. No more interference. The traumatised remaining humans were left to evolve on their own at their own pace. And the planet dropped in frequency, and stayed there for a very long time.

This is the part of Earth's history that your official record books do not include. The elongated skulls found across every continent. The pyramids on every landmass. The mystery schools. The stories of gods who walked among men. The sudden appearance of advanced knowledge in civilisations that had no apparent precursor.

All of it is pointing at the same thing.

There was a time when beings from across the galaxy were HERE, some helping, some destroying, and the humans who survived that time carried the memory of it, even when the memory had no language left to live in.

Search "Dawn of Orion by Elizabeth Evans" on Amazon to read the whole chapter.
Take only what resonates and leave the rest.

14/07/2026

THE RIGELIAN BIRTHING EXPERIENCE

He was growing in a metal tank, suspended in plasma liquid lit by green light.

Before he had a body, before he had a mission, before he had any memory of the being he was about to become, the client in this chapter of Dawn of Orion could see himself there in the tank being watched over by scientists who checked in regularly and sent love to the developing beings in their care.

He described it plainly: "It's all loving. It's interesting because there is a very close relationship with the whole community."

This is one of the most striking moments in the Dawn of Orion sessions for me, because it sits in such direct contrast to what we assume about beings created outside of a natural womb. The assumption, drawn from science fiction and from the cold logic of what we imagine a lab environment to feel like, is sterility and beings manufactured rather than cherished. But what came through in this session was the opposite. These Rigelian beings were grown with intention and with care. Their community held them before they were even born into their bodies.

What the client was accessing was a Rigelian past life, a being from the star system around Rigel C in Orion, one of the refugee humanoid lineages who had descended originally from the Lyran elf humans and migrated to the harsh mountainous planet Kupeki after the Lyran worlds were destroyed. The Rigelians developed technology at a pace born of pure necessity. Their survival against the Draconian Empire depended on it. And part of that technological adaptation, in a later era, included growing specialised beings for specific missions.

This particular being was grown to be a hunter. A specialist in ground operation, scouting, tracking, interacting with proto-human and proto-civilised life forms on planets the Federation was monitoring. He knew this before he came into the body. He could see the purpose from the outside, from whatever pre-life awareness he held before the body was ready for him. And he was not afraid of it. He LOOKED FORWARD to it.
"This war is a long time coming," he said.

The body he descended into was cold compared to human experience. That detail stayed with me. The Rigelian physical form runs at a different temperature, a different frequency, and the soul stepping into it for the first time felt the strangeness of that clearly. Big dark eyes, large head, tall and lanky, around eight feet, hair he had shaved for the mission because it wouldn't fit under the suit. A display in the headset connected directly to his brain. Armour that listened through the skin and responded to his body like a living extension of himself.

This is what the Rigelians became over the long centuries of the Orion Wars. Not because they wanted to. Because the enemy was already there, and a peaceful civilisation that refuses to adapt when its existence is under threat does not remain a civilisation for long.

The Rigelians who are incarnated on Earth now, and there are many of them, carry this in their cellular memory. The capacity to walk into hard things with clarity. The ability to choose a mission before you fully understand what it will cost. The slightly alien feeling of being in a human body that runs warmer, slower, and more emotional than anything they remember.

Search "Dawn of Orion by Elizabeth Evans" on Amazon to read the full chapter.

Take only what resonates and leave the rest.

12/07/2026

THE NEW EARTH

Dolores Cannon spent years and years going into theta states with her clients, getting them to describe this New Earth that they kept telling her about.

In all their conversations, most notably ones that appear in her books, they insisted that the earth is splitting in two, vibrating at two different frequencies.

Dolores called this the New Earth.
As a result of the shift in consciousness, there are two worlds on one earth.

During one such session, which appears in my book, the client's Higher Self was asked to describe this New Earth, and it said that it's one physical reality but humanity's thought field is splitting, vibrating at two different frequencies.

The Higher Self explained that what humans need to understand is that, like neurons in the brain, they're all connected by this neural network, which has been running two different programs concurrently for a very, very long time.

One program is a higher consciousness; the other is lower, run on fear and chaos and destruction.

The two realities are now separating into two different fields running separately on the same physical plane.

The sign that this is happening is that people will wake up one day and realize they don't care to do the jobs they used to do or be in the relationships or situations they used to be in.

They'll make different choices, have different standards for themselves, lead more authentic lives, etc.
This is how the change manifests in regular humans: slowly, one day at a time, until you realize your life is completely different than it used to be.

It's not a sudden change; it's been happening for a long time, and will continue to happen.

The client's Higher Self said that, in time, the overlap of the two consciousness fields will narrow.
This means that the space in between, which most people currently fall into and move between the two as they choose to, will decrease.

We won't really be able to stay in that happy medium for much longer, as it's essentially a transitional area for consciousness.

It's what separates the two realms, as they continue to diverge, and that's what the client was referring to when they said that the middle between the two would narrow.

This matches up with what so many of you who've read my book or follow me on social media can tell me: things just aren't the same.
They never really were, but it seems in recent times that the shift has accelerated.

People's standards for themselves and others are increasing, and the things that got them through life before are now just hindering them and holding them back.

Their consciousnesses are pushing them toward one field or the other, and the distance between the two is increasing, so they feel it.

You are not crazy.

What you're feeling is real, and it's a part of a much larger process that's been going on since long before any of us were born.

There's a lot more to what the Higher Self had to say, and if you're interested, I encourage you to read the session in Dawn of Orion, available on Amazon by searching "Dawn of Orion by Elizabeth Evans".

Take what you want from this, and leave the rest.

10/07/2026

REPTILIAN GRAND LEADER

In this past-life regression session explored in Dawn of Orion, I found myself in a past life as a grey-skinned Alnitakian military commander in Orion. And at the peak of that lifetime, I stood in a private ceremony on a massive military starship, lined up with a handful of specially selected soldiers, waiting to receive a medallion from one of the most famous reptilian military figures in multiple star systems.

He walked in front of us, and he had conquered many, many planets. He was the kind of being that appeared on screens across controlled worlds the way heads of state appear on news broadcasts, except the worlds he appeared on had no choice about whose face they saw.

He stopped in front of me. Said he had seen the footage from our takeover of a Sirian colony. He said they were going to use the technology that I had a hand in developing. In that lifetime, I felt proud.

That is the thing about the Orion control system that I want people to actually sit with for a moment. It was not run on pure terror alone. That would have been too crude and too unstable to maintain for the hundreds of thousands of years it operated. It was run on aspiration. On rank. On the very human-feeling desire to be recognised, to be selected, to be told you are exceptional by someone with enormous power.

The medallion that magnetised to the suit so everyone could see it. The private ceremony. The famous face stopping to speak to you specifically.

What the Orion control systems did to those beings is still playing out here. The monetary systems, the religious control, the rigid social hierarchies, the way rank and status are used to keep populations docile and focused on climbing rather than questioning. This did not originate on Earth. Earth received a version of something that was already ancient.

The reason so many people feel that something is fundamentally wrong with how this world is structured, and yet can't quite name what it is, may have something to do with soul memory. We have BEEN in this before. And some part of us knows it.

Read the full session in Dawn of Orion. Search "Dawn of Orion by Elizabeth Evans" on Amazon.

Take only what resonates and leave the rest.

08/07/2026

RIGELIAN GALACTIC LIFETIME EXPLORED

In this past life regression explored in Dawn of Orion, I was part of the Rigelian scientific team that developed the biological interfacing technology for the mecha suits, the system that merged a pilot's nervous system with the suit itself so completely that the machine became an extension of their body. We had worked on those suits. We knew what the technology was capable of. We thought we were prepared.

We were not prepared for what the enemy's AI drone could do.

The moment the first suit was obliterated on the holographic screens in front of us, the military scrapped the plan. You cannot stick to a strategy when the AI drone you are fighting is LEARNING in real time, adapting to everything you throw at it, rewriting its own responses faster than you can formulate new ones.

The remaining pilots shrank their suits down to avoid detection, went invisible, and started firing massive weapons into the drone from angles it hadn't anticipated. They were slicing it open. For a moment it looked like it might work.

Then the drone shifted and came back together from pieces as if it had just needed a moment to recalibrate. Every time the pilots cornered it, it did something none of us had modelled. Something we weren't prepared for. Because it was learning from us, cataloguing our tactics, adjusting, and coming back with a counter.

We were in the labs underground watching this play out on screens while an entire civilian population was also watching on holographic displays across the city. They had been calm at first. Entertained in the underground facilities the military had prepared for them. But as the battle went on and the drone kept adapting, the fear started moving through the population in a way that was hard to contain.

What I remember most clearly from that session is the feeling in the room when we realised the plan had changed again, mid-battle, in a moment where there was no time to have a meeting about it. The military just told us to keep working. Keep improving. We had a window before the next drone arrived, because there was always going to be a next one.

This is the thing about fighting an enemy that does not stop and does not care whether its weapons survive, it just cares whether they do their job. The drone didn't need to win the first engagement. It just needed to send back everything it had learned.

There is more to this story in the book. I am not going to give it all away here.

What I will say is that what came through in this session gave me a completely different understanding of why advanced technology is one of the defining conversations of our time on Earth right now. The Rigelians have been through this. The soul memories are here. And they are incarnating on this planet in large numbers specifically because of that expertise.

Search "Dawn of Orion by Elizabeth Evans" on Amazon.

Take only what resonates and leave the rest.

06/07/2026

THE ROBOTS AND MECHA FROM ORION

Have you ever wondered why giant robot stories hit differently?

In a session included in Dawn of Orion, the higher self was asked directly: why have these themes filtered into mecha anime, into giant robot movies, into the science fiction stories that have captured millions of people's imaginations across generations?

The answer was simple. "Because they're so important that they found their way into our stories."

And then came the question I didn't expect: are the creators of these shows beings from that time? From that planet? From those wars?

What came through was that the souls who created these series and films were in the military on Rigel. Some of them were pilots, and they drove those suits. They felt the biometric connection, where the mecha suit becomes an extension of your nervous system, where you feel everything it feels, where coming out of the suit leaves you near collapse because the physical toll is that extreme.

They experienced the wars, the sacrifice, and the impossible decisions.

And then they came to Earth, and they made stories about it. Maybe these were creative interpretations of these soul memories from Rigel. But enough resonance came through that millions of people across the planet feel something when they watch it that they can't quite explain.

What I experienced in my own Rigelian lifetimes confirmed this completely. I was a scientist who worked on the biological interfacing technology, the system that allowed a pilot to merge their consciousness with the mecha suit so fully that the suit responded to thought and nerve signal. When the drone threat began closing in on the Rigelian planet, it was our team that collaborated on making those suits capable enough to fight something that was rapidly learning how to counter us.

And somewhere in the creative minds that gave us Gundam, Evangelion, Pacific Rim, and every other story about a human inside a machine fighting something vast and terrifying... those pilots are being remembered.

You don't choose what resonates with you at that level. Resonance that deep is memory.
If those stories have always done something to you that regular fiction doesn't...Your soul might be telling you something.

Read the full session in Dawn of Orion. Search "Dawn of Orion by Elizabeth Evans" on Amazon.

Take only what resonates and leave the rest.

04/07/2026

THE DESTRUCTION OF LYRAN PLANETS

"They're killing us. They're having fun."

The client said that in session, and then went quiet.

To understand the weight of what the client witnessed in that session, you need to know what came before it. In an earlier scene, he had described the reptilian beings approaching the Lyrans with technology, ships, scientific knowledge, and offers of partnership.

The Lyrans had never seen beings like this before.

They were a people who communicated telepathically, lived in treehouse villages beneath giant redwood-like canopies, traded food with their neighbours, and had never once encountered cruelty. They didn't have a word for it. They didn't have a framework for it.

So when the reptilians came and told them they wanted the energy source from their planet, the Lyrans said no. Respectfully. Clearly. And the reptilians appeared to accept that and leave.

But, they came back.

In the client's session, he was off-planet on a colony when the signal came through that something was wrong. He and others rushed back in their ships. What they arrived to find was beyond anything any of them had a concept for. The reptilians had landed troops. They were going village to village with laser weapons.

They killed the council first, then everyone else. They were taking some people as hostages, specifically for their DNA, because the Lyran humanoid form was more stable, more superior, and they had use for it in creating hybrids. Others were being killed outright.

he described the sound of the weapons the way you would if you'd never had language for it before, because he hadn't. "Like peeeeeeew, and then it just goes skrrrrrrr! It just blows it up! It just blows up everything!" He was shocked. Disoriented. He couldn't reconcile what he was seeing with any framework he possessed because a Lyran that had only ever known peace has NO internal catalogue for this level of violence.

He and the others who had come back were trying to get people out.

Moving between the population centres, creating a kind of energetic field around areas to slow the reptilians down, buying seconds. Knowing they couldn't reach everyone. "We're going to get who we can get and then regroup." The controlled voice of someone doing what needs to be done while everything they love burns behind them.

They left. The whole planet burning. Ships full of refugees with nowhere to call home.

This was the very start of the galactic human story.
This trauma resides within the DNA of all humanoids across the galaxy.

The client said he could see that some of them hadn't made it off. He knew they hadn't. And they left anyway, because there was nothing else to do.

This event left a scar so deep in the collective galactic memory of humanoids that it lives in our DNA. Every human alive carries the coding of the original people. The ones who lived in forest villages, shared food, and had no idea what was coming.

If you carry an unexplained grief about things being destroyed, about losing home, about endings that feel too sudden and too final... You may be touching something very old.

Read the full session in Dawn of Lyra. Search "Dawn of Lyra by Elizabeth Evans" on Amazon.

Take only what resonates and leave the rest.

30/06/2026

THE PANTHER BEINGS OF LYRA GO TO WAR

"We weaponise our technology. It's not something I ever wanted to do."

In this lifetime as a panther being from Lyra, Jessie's character had been a crystal elder, a keeper of knowledge and community, not a warrior. Crystals were the foundation of everything their civilisation had built.
They powered their ships.
They powered their cities.
The crystal on the third eye amplified psychic communication. These beings understood crystal energy at a level that went far beyond anything we have reference for on Earth.

And that knowledge was precisely what the reptilians came for.

The first attack levelled their planet. Cities of crystal, gone. The air was too toxic to breathe. What survived had to evacuate. When the Panther woman came back to look for a powerful crystal she feared they had taken to weaponise, it wasn't there. The planet was a wasteland.

So the panther beings did what peaceful civilisations are eventually forced to do when violence keeps finding them. They consulted with other beings, tall blonde humanoids who had been through the same thing and understood the threat better than they did. They formed alliances. They began developing defence technology.

And Jessie, because of her deep connection to crystal energy, was the one who understood how to do it.

She worked on developing the weapon. A pulse of energy, directed outward, capable of stopping an entire reptilian fleet before it could reach them. And then she pulled back. Isolated herself from it. Said she didn't want to be involved in what it became.

The second attack came before the weapons were ready. They were sitting ducks again, and more of them died. That was the moment the full weight of it landed for her: there was no avoiding this. She didn't want to fight. She couldn't understand how any being could have the urge to harm another. But she also didn't want any more of her people to be hurt.

The panther beings didn't start a war. They were dragged into one because they had something extraordinary, and refusing to fight back was just a slower way to be destroyed.

There is something in this that cuts close to home for a lot of people. The part of you that is deeply peaceful, that genuinely cannot understand cruelty, that never wanted conflict... and the moment you realised the world wasn't going to honour that softness.

The moment you had to choose a different way of moving through it.
That tension is ancient. It goes back a long way.

Read the full session in Dawn of Lyra. Search "Dawn of Lyra by Elizabeth Evans" on Amazon.

Take only what resonates and leave the rest.

29/06/2026

PSYCHIC ABILITIES OF THE LYRANS

She was given a location anywhere in the galaxy, and she was told to send a physical object there... using only her mind.

That was the task. An actual item, moved across galactic distances through pure psychic focus.

In this chapter from Dawn of Lyra, Jessie's regression into her lifetime as one of the first feline human hybrids from Lyra revealed something that stopped me completely. After she was rescued from the barren planet she had been stranded on, the lion beings who took care of her noticed something. She had sent her lion being friend a telepathic signal strong enough for him to locate her across space and come find her. They wanted to know how far that ability could go.

So they tested it. She was placed alone in a room and given tasks. First messages, then objects, sent psychically to individuals or locations scattered across the galaxy. She described it plainly: "These items may seem completely solid, but they are not. I'm able to create and move things with my mind."

And when she linked up in circle with the other hybrids like her, hands together, energy pulsing between them... what they could accomplish was almost beyond description. Healing sent over vast distances. Light transmitted to places they couldn't physically reach. And then one day, without intending to, they accidentally transported themselves entirely off the ship. They came back quickly because they had no conscious destination, but it happened.

They had collectively generated enough psychic energy to teleport.

This frightened them. Because they hadn't meant to do it at all.

What I understand from the Akashic Records is that this wasn't accidental. The feline human hybrids from Alathfar in Lyra were created SPECIFICALLY because the combination of Urmah lion being DNA with elven Lyran humanoid DNA produced something extraordinary on the psychic level. Stronger intuition, stronger feeling, stronger transmission than either lineage alone. The lion beings were themselves already deeply psychic, heart-centred, and protective. The Lyran elven humans were sensitive, gentle, and deeply connected to consciousness. Put those two together, and you get something that can move matter with its mind and send healing across a galaxy.

It also made them a target.

These hybrids were pursued almost from the beginning of their creation by negative races who wanted access to that psychic energy. What was a gift was also what drew the darkness.

There is a thread in this that connects directly to you, if you are someone who has always felt things more deeply than makes sense, who receives information before logic kicks in, who feels energy in rooms and in people and doesn't know why, who sometimes senses things before they happen. That sensitivity has deep roots.

Read the full session in Dawn of Lyra. Search "Dawn of Lyra by Elizabeth Evans" on Amazon.

Take only what resonates and leave the rest.

28/06/2026

LYRAN HYBRIDS

"I am slightly different to the others. I am a combination of the lion beings and the human beings. I am different."

In this lifetime, Jessie found herself as one of the very first feline-human hybrids from Lyra. Not fully feline and not fully humanoid but something in between, something that had never existed before.

She had a feline face, a tail, walked upright on two legs, and carried the psychic sensitivity of the lion beings alongside the emotional depth of the elven Lyran humans. She described herself as young, feminine, and wearing animal skin. She was stranded on a barren, geologically volatile planet with a small group of others, sheltering in a cave, waiting for rescue. And the one who came for her was a full lion being, her closest friend, who arrived in a large metallic ship hovering above them.

He had heard her. She had sent him a telepathic signal from across the distance, and he came.

What I know from my Akashic Records work and what corroborated beautifully in this session, is that these hybrids were first created in the Epsilon2 Lyrae system, what's known as "The Double Double," a multiple star system where the Urmah lion beings and the elven Lyran humanoids already lived side by side. The lion beings gathered humanoid DNA and combined it with their own to birth this new species, one that had the psychic strength of the feline with the intellectual and emotional range of the human. The hybrid colony around the star Alathfar in Lyra was one of the places they were seeded.

What moved me most in this session was how matter-of-fact Jessie's character was about her own origins. She had no mother, no father. The lion beings had always been the ones who raised her. And she described it without grief, just a simple knowing: "I was always taken care of."

If you feel deeply drawn to the Lyran feline beings, if you carry that pull toward big cats, toward lions specifically, toward telepathy, toward the sense that you don't quite fit into one box... this chapter in Dawn of Lyra might feel like reading something you already knew.

Search "Dawn of Lyra by Elizabeth Evans" on Amazon to read the full session.

Take only what resonates and leave the rest.

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