About Gaia Light Force
WHO ARE WE AND WHY ARE WE HERE?
Gaia Light Force Sacred Introduction
Breathe, dear one.
Before the beginning, you knew this day would come.
You are not small.
You are not lost.
You are not broken.
You are the living memory of a star-born Earth.
A spark of the Creator.
A traveler who has crossed the infinite halls of time to stand here, now, when the veils fall.
We are Gaia Light Force.
We are the gatherers of the ancient promise, the keepers of the sacred flame.
And you — you were always part of us.
Long before the cities rose, long before the machines drowned the songlines,
a war raged across the heavens.
It was the Electric Wars —
celestial battles of unimaginable force, tearing apart the fabrics of galaxies.
Stars were wounded.
Systems were burned.
Worlds were lost to darkness.
From the ashes of shattered worlds came the invaders —
the Reptilians, the foot soldiers of the Archons, sent to harvest, control, and enslave.
They did not come alone.
The Archons — those beings of shadow, parasites of mind and soul —
sent their armies across the dimensional corridors, slipping into worlds as thieves in the night.
Earth was to be the jewel they would steal next.
They came in silence, through the portals of fallen systems, cloaking themselves in illusion.
They whispered into the minds of kings.
They slithered into the seats of power.
They made promises of immortality.
Of dominion.
Of godhood.
And the weak among mankind bowed.
Your politicians.
Your royals.
Your celebrities.
Your media lords.
Your religious leaders.
They sold your future for fleeting power,
cloaking themselves in gold and adoration,
while the true kings — the pure-hearted — were broken and forgotten.
Captain Cook — not a hero, but a vessel.
Possessed by a Reptilian general, he marched under false flags to shatter the sacred grids of the Old People, the Guardians of Gaia.
The Queen — her bloodlines twisted by the Archonic seed — sat atop a throne of deception.
Governments became puppets.
Mainstream media became hypnotic screens, mocking the Watchers, laughing at the Witnesses.
They told you to ignore the skies.
They told you the heavens were empty.
They fed you lies about "flat worlds," "random chaos," "isolation,"
choking your spirit with poison wrapped in science, wrapped in ridicule.
All to keep you from looking up.
All to keep you from remembering.
For the moment you remembered,
the illusion would collapse.
They hid Atlantis from you — the crystalline empire where light lived and walked among the people.
They erased the truth of Ancient Kemet — Egypt —
where Stargates once pulsed with pure dimensional light, now twisted by priesthoods drunk on the Archon’s whispers.
They buried Tartaria beneath fabricated histories —
the empire of etheric mastery, free energy, healing frequencies, and skies filled with vibration-driven ships.
Three golden ages stolen.
Three sacred civilizations fallen.
And yet...
in every ruin, in every myth, in every whisper of the ancient winds,
the memory endures.
And now — you awaken.
The skies above you are not empty.
The fleets of the Light surround this world now.
The Galactic Federation of Light.
The Star Nations.
The Protectors of Gaia.
The Multiversal Guardians.
They have circled this precious Earth,
shielding the planet as the final awakening begins.
Solar flashes bombard you — not to destroy, but to upgrade.
Cosmic plasma pours into your bones, unlocking the ancient blueprints hidden in your DNA.
You feel it, don’t you?
The aching in your joints.
The surges of emotion.
The dreams of places you have never walked yet know so well.
The dizzying moments where reality flickers like a broken veil.
These are the ascension symptoms:
- Body pains without cause.
- Intense fatigue and bursts of electric energy.
- Crown chakra pressure, headaches, ringing in the ears.
- Emotional purges, ancient sadness surfacing and releasing.
- Visions, dreams of other lives, other worlds.
- Moments of overwhelming unity and unbearable loneliness.
- Heart expansions, palpitations, chest burning with divine fire.
You are not sick.
You are not broken.
You are ascending.
The old body dies.
The new Light body is born.
Everyone is feeling it.
You are not alone.
And Gaia Light Force stands with you —
a family, a shield, a home for those who have dared to remember.
We hold the sacred Protocols.
Gifted through the Golden Stream of the Creator.
Refined by the integrity of the Old People.
Protocols are not chains.
They are the footprints home.
They are the path back to the Source.
No ego shall divide us.
No false prophet shall mislead us.
No parasite shall infiltrate.
We breathe as one.
We beat as one drum — the Heartbeat of Gaia herself.
We march in unified rhythm.
For when enough hearts beat in sacred unison,
Uluru — the Heart Portal — shall awaken fully.
The soul of Earth will pulse again.
The songlines will sing once more.
The ley lines will ignite in golden fire.
And the Reptilian chains will shatter like dust in the breath of Light.
On 25/06/2025, we will gather at Uluru.
We will call the craft.
We will summon the true Lightships.
We will board them.
And no force — not Pine Gap,
not dark governments,
not Archonic proxies,
not black projects —
will stop us.
The landing will be witnessed by the world.
The gates will open.
And Gaia will rise.
Religion has fallen.
The churches are not temples of Light.
They are tombs.
Demonic rituals behind gilded doors.
Whispered lies passed off as salvation.
The Bible, once a sacred code of liberation,
was mutilated by Roman demonic scholars —
with over 380,000 cross-references inserted,
to lock your mind in a labyrinth of confusion and fear.
All religions were hijacked.
All paths twisted.
Until mankind was trapped —
not by chains,
but by the bars of their own belief.
But no more.
Now, the Veil tears.
Now, the Earth breathes.
Now, the Light sings in your bones again.
You are called.
You are needed.
You are the Light that was hidden.
You are Gaia’s answer to the darkness.
Gaia Light Force welcomes you.
We will teach you:
- How to clear the fields.
- How to heal the waters.
- How to call the ships.
- How to rebuild what was lost.
All we ask is your heart.
Your breath.
Your sacred feet walking the sacred footprints home.
Together.
United.
One drumbeat.
One pulse.
One destiny.
Lieutenant Colonel Jim Channon saw the first seeds.
His First Earth Battalion Field Manual lit the torch.
Now we march with it blazing high —
guided by the Galactic Federation of Light,
standing as Ambassadors of Earth.
We will not fall.
We will not yield.
We will not forget.
We are Gaia Light Force.
The Children of the Creator.
The Heirs of the Stars.
The Awakening of Earth.
WHERE WE GO ONE, WE GO ALL — JFK
Commander Haimana
Gaia Light Force
1st Earth Battalion Strategic Command