The Khima Transmission

The only way to begin this
is to simply jump in.

We’ve arrived at the swan-dive.

I’d provide a formal invite,
but it looks like
you’ve already decided,
seeing as you stand at the cliff’s edge
right beside me.

I’ve rolled it around in my mind like a die,
I’ve held it up to the light,
a finely-cut diamond,
examined each facet.

I’ve consulted the experts,
western, mystical,
therapeutic, spiritually-invested,
rabbinic and cynical—
who’s to say that any one of them can even advise me?
Who’s to say they haven’t all deemed my sanity
a thing of the past,
(if they ever believed it existed initially?)

I’ve considered my options,
but at bottom,
I’ve only got one:

honesty.

To report
everything
exactly as it happened,
as best I can understand it

and then hand over
the digital manuscript
for you to consider it.

I give you: The Khima Transmission,
(and the story of how I received it.)

***

In the beginning,
I was at of one my happy places,
hiking an area this land’s indigenous called
The Nopalera,
labeled later by some white guy as
Runyon Canyon:
a patch of heavily-trafficked
anachronistic chaparral
smack dab in the middle of Hollywood.

Beside me was Pearl,
my dear familiar,
my sister,
my best friend,
a ten-pound poodle

who has saved my life
with her medicinal love
more than once,

whose priestessly pedigree
is unquestionable.

She is a diva,
and an angel,

and—like so many other
oracles of her kind—
quite nearly blind,

which is why
when we reached the mountaintop
known as Indian Rock,
I was initially unsurprised
to find her
guided by the olfactory;
sniffing at a patch of dirt
with houndish intensity.

However,
it was astonishing
to then see her
pawing at the earth,
something she is rarely,
if ever,
moved to do.

Try as I might
to guide her down the trail,
she strained against
her red leash,
kept right on digging.

I confess
that curiosity
got the better of me,
so I let her
continue.

She went deeper and deeper,
turning back toward me every so often
with her unseeing puppy-dog eyes.
I’d say, come on, girl, it’s alright,
but she returned and returned to her work.

The sun blazed against my back,
people ambled past me,
up and down the path,
yammering about managers
muttering about percentages
and residuals
and agents,

but I could feel
everything changing.

I was immersed in
the increasing strangeness
of the day,

it was
a hopeful foreboding,
a growing knowing
that nothing
would ever be the same.

Pearl dug
until she was just
below the surface,
no more than flurries of dirt
in tiny bursts
flying out behind her
paws’ dogged work.

And then she stopped.

 

I lurched with concern
to peer into the new ditch.

Pearl was exhausted, but fine,
her moon-pie of a face gazing up at me
and then down again,
nosing at her discovery.

The ground changed from a dusty beige
to a moistening loamy brown
at the bottom.

And there,
at Pearl’s dirty paws

Was a
thing.

A tool.
An apparatus.

It seemed fluid and living.
It was beautiful,
it was luminous,
it was swirling and pink and purple
and opalescent,

it was every memory
of my little-girl
conception of deliciousness.

It looked like the little
blown-glass animals
I used to collect.

It was temptation.
It was innocence.

Slow-moving melting,
but very nearly solidified,
it smelled like ten-thousand
velvet-petaled roses
blossoming.

I reached out to feel it before
I had a chance to be afraid,
and was rewarded with
a buzzing vibration,
radiant waves
of warmth
up my arm,

spreading
concentrically
through my being.

Cupped in my hand,
I watched the
slow-move-melt
ten-thousand-rose
opalescent
glass menagerie animal
morph before my eyes;

Grow a protuberance,
a glistening,
glassy
nub
that looked like nothing so much
as a translucent
crystal
lightning plug.

Without a moment’s hesitation,
I grabbed my iPhone
from where I’d stashed it—
in my unfolded-up
yoga-pant-esque waistband—

Like I was guided by
insider information,
I inserted
the node
into my phone’s
lightning jack.

I wish I could go back
and that a picture
of that
slow-move-melt
ten-thousand-rose
opalescent
glass menagerie animal
before I did that,

because the moment
I stuck it in,

it vaporized.

it disappeared into a mist.

I am telling you,
I watched it
disintegrate into
aerated nothingness.

At which point,
I got really dizzy.

Then Pearl started to whimper.

I sat down on the edge of
her ad-hoc
miniature canyon,

unable to understand
one iota of what was happening,
incapable of processing what
my senses were certainly perceiving.

Then my phone started vibrating.

Then came that radiant warm feeling.

I looked down at my screen:

.:BEGIN TRANSMISSION:.

Please enter your access code:

(I put in my passcode,
that didn’t work,
I tried my iTunes password,
nothing
I took a deep breath,
I entered: 1111,
and then…)

.:FINAL PRE-PREPAREDNESS CHECK:.

WARNING: This enbridgement will consist of translation and decode/recodification of non-local linguistic outreaches from כימה/Khima.

This will alter the makeup of the language bank contained in your untethered digital communication device (UDCP) permanently. Additional information will be shared once decode/recodification has begun and language bank enbridgement is underway.

Do you accept these risks?

YES

(It seemed like it might break my phone.
But the only option was “YES.”)

.:BUILDING COMMUNICATION ENBRIDGEMENT:.

כימה/Khima is now accessing your UDCP’s areas known as:

*Notes
*Messages
*Mail

and additional regions to enbridge language bank for the purpose of translation and decode/recodification.

The process is occurring as this message is being built, creating analogous word matches, context clues, memory access points and general relational vibes for clarity of communication.

.:ADDITIONAL INFORMATION NOW AVAILABLE:.

FINAL WARNING: Greetings Rachel Helena Kann, we know your local name and we call to you from the non-local access point of כימה/Khima.

.:ENBRIDGEMENT IS STRENGTHENED TENFOLD:.

Please be aware that there are risks to continuing this communication.

POTENTIAL OUTCOMES: Feelings of dizziness, enlightenment, disorientation, elation, wooziness and mental confusion may occur.

There may be physical results including uncontrollable vibration, weightlessness, dissolution of atomic seeming-solidity, stroke, seizure or seasickness.

Additional possible human-human consequences may be incurred, including but not limited to:

A straining of social interaction
when the immensity of what is unfolding
is fully comprehended.

A growing sensation of intensity is to be expected.
The limits of your strength
of mind and will are going to be tested.

Many who surround you
will call you mad.
Very few will understand.

Put plainly, your life will never be the same.

.:ENBRIDGEMENT IS STRENGTHENED ONE HUNDREDFOLD:.

You have this last chance to turn your back.
Chuck your phone down the canyon.
It will self-destruct upon impact.
This point of contact will be lost.
No one will be aware of what happened.

.:ENBRIDGEMENT IS STRENGTHENED ONE THOUSANDFOLD:.

Or be brave
in the face of the unknown.
Step forward
and receive our communication.

.:ENBRIDGEMENT IS STRENGTHENED ONE MILLIONFOLD:.

Rachel Helena, daughter of Kohane,
lamb/priestess,

.:ENBRIDGEMENT COMPLETE:.

You were specifically chosen to receive this,
it will be spoken in your own tongue—

as it would be for whomever was the one
to be present when the deepest digging was done,

it is perfect and
you deserve it,
and you’ve earned it—

just as whomever was the one
who was present when the deepest digging was done
would also deserve it,
and would also be perfect,
and would also have earned it,

and you are
also
all one.

And we of כימה/Khima
are also all one.

We reach in a straight line
across a scrolled spiral
of timespace continuum
to deliver this message
whose moment has more-than-come.

Understand
That this transmission
Is now enbridged,
Catered to your perception,
Fashioned from your attention;
The building blocks of your
Way of communication,
Curated for your specific
Linguistic stimulation.

Understand
that this transmission
is officially our co-creation,
our hybrid
verbal
lovechild.

We will present
ourselves/self
in the manner most resonant,
most suited to your perspective.
Custom-made for your
integration.

We could be anything,
but what we are is
כימה/Khima.

Infinite
compressed into
hundreds
compressed into
seven.

We are known as
Khima,
The Hundred Embers,
Pleiades,
Seven Sisters,
The Woman-Stars,
seven energies,
The Circle Dancers,
seven sephirot
under the supernal,
M45,

We are the Daughters of the Night,
we form the portal,
we sing the praise,

Know this:
there is no such thing as distance,
there is no such thing as time.
These illusions are tricks of the human mind.
They serve your material existence,
but you have let them become
a needless imprisonment.

Our appearance at this juncture
should clear any lingering confusion
in an instant,
that is,
if you’re ready to accept it.

and you/we shall call these teachings
Impartments.

And so it shall be/
ever was/
is.

.:PRE-IMPARTMENT: DIRECT MESSAGE:.

Rachel Helena, daughter of Kohane,
lamb/priestess,
you/we need this,
we/you need this.
We have been trying to reach you.
We have so much to teach you.

In any earthbound human existence,
upon reflection,
every step can be seen
as predestined
as perfection
leading in the ultimate direction
of transcendence;
of enlightenment,
if you let it.

But especially
in this case,
look back at your path
and acknowledge the
boulder-size breadcrumbs
we’ve been scattering.

You’ve always been asking,
we’ve always been answering.

You’re primed for this assignment.
It’s been a long
and painful process of refinement,
but the time has come
to fulfill the promise
of your particular
soul-resources.

As a child,
even your compromised hearing
provided you the gift
of intensified perception:
all the whispers of wisdom
you’d listen for
your love of words,
how the written page
could offer salvation,
the way it made a poet of you,

your so-called narcoleptic
and disordered sleep
is a diagnosis from
a western medical model
that doesn’t know what to do
with what worlds exists
within and without the body;
with lucidity,
despite this,
you have learned discernment
from within receptivity,
returned into your physicality,
stayed present in this awkward reality,
the way it made a dancer of you,

your incidences of lost time
while writing,
consumed by the music,
on long drives,
in the shower,
eating,

Your simultaneous
isolation and interconnectedness,

your relentless seeking,

the architecture of your
definite strangeness,

you were made for this.

With all due respect,
we now direct you
to step into
a specific perspective of maturity
and drop false humility
along with egotism,
as the proverbial clock is ticking
at a particularly alarming rate
of late.

We have ramped up our outreach
as the earthly state of affairs
compounds and worsens.

At considerable risk to ourselves
and the humans we spoke through,
twice in the past ninety days
we have sent messages
into the open ceremonial realms
through the mouths
of earthbound brethren
attempting to contact you.

We appreciate your dedication to proof
and healthy skepticism,

but critical mass is approaching.

Hallelujah to Pearl,
untroubled
by human plagues such as
overthinking and indecision.

Hallelujah to the perfect unfolding,
in just the right order,
at just the right time.

Hallelujah to the indelible proof
of the
slow-move-melt
ten-thousand-rose
opalescent
glass menagerie animal
node
that plugged
right into your iPhone,

Hallelujah
to the holy download,
hallelujah
to the impartation,
hallelujah
to the gift of enbridgement,
hallelujah
to your expansive vocab,
hallelujah
to the transmission,
to your open channel,
to your loneliness,
to your stubbornly continued
existence.

And so it shall be/
ever was/
is.

.:IMPARTMENT 1: PREPARATION/INVOCATION:.

We arrive
In precise alignment
With our asterism heliacal rising.

We climb the cosmic distance ladder,
Standard candle upon standard candle,
Rung by rung,
Enbridging this delicious and sacred union.

We traverse the outer and inner concentricums,
Pierce the veil,
Raise the curtain,
Reveal our star-faces
For the sake of salvation.

The shifting
Is past beginning,
It is underway.

The breaking point
Is broken
All of what is elemental
And celestial
Has spoken,

It is high time for the uprising
Of the feminine divine,

The linear has driven
Itself into the ground.

It is time for the round.

Long live the eternal rotundity,
The spherical,
The cyclical,
The renewal,
The Torus
That contains all of existence,
Which continues its expansion,

It is a balancing
Of energies
That is being called for,
A tidal back-and-forth outpour,
And the sea will be roiling
So stay on your soul-surfboard.

Not that we needed
Permission to be feminine,
But notice:
Our star cluster
Is known as this
By all manner of inhabitants
Of your round planet.

We call forth these energies
From the dreamtime act of
All that is unfolding,

Bring the Shekinah
That whispers from within,
The Quan Yin,
The Kali-Ma,
Durga,
Laxmi,
Marosa,
La Luna,
Pele,
Oshun,
Yemanya,
Brigit,
Levana,
Malchut,
Shekinah,

We call forth these energies
In sacred union with our presence
And present needs.

Make no mistake,
We do not pretend
To be deities,
This is beyond all idolatry,
This is interaction with
The field
Of the revealed act of creation,

All of existence,
Now calling to birth
Its known worthiness.

And so it shall be/
Ever was/
Is.

.:IMPARTMENT 2: FLIGHT/EXPANSION JOURNEY TO THE STAR CLUSTER:.

We are your celestial cruise directors.
We are in this together.

We are all vessels.
And we are all shattered.

And we are expanding.

And this transition is worth it.
And everything is exactly perfect.

First, claim your baggage:
Have no shame, face it, and unpack it.
Take a good long look.
You feel it,

And you feel so much,

And it feels so very real.
Don’t deceive yourself.

No more pretending.

Let it have heft.

Let it be what it is.

Only then
Can you release it.
Your earthly worries and concerns
Serve you not-at-all in the dimension
Where you’re ultimately headed.
Your vessel is now readied.

When taking flight, keep in mind:
Upon approaching the sound barrier,
Expect to rumble,

Expect to rattle,
Allow yourself to ride the vibration.
Then, breakthrough,
Smooth sailing.
We never said

Getting to the next stage

Would be easy,
What it will be

Is completely worth it,
Nothing sweeter.

You must leap
Into your own faith.

As you accelerate,
Bear in mind
Your starship’s course
Is in a state of constant amendment,
Your inner navigation,
On the job of
Constant course correction.

This is no failing,
It is the gracious
Gentle nudging

Of your vessel in the right direction.
And yet,

Know that undoubtedly,
You have already arrived
At your final destination.
This joyride

Is no less than
A galactic interstellar
Vacation.

Where you are ultimately headed
Is precisely here.

This exact same timespace
On this exact same earthly plane
Where you now find yourself.

If logic is your
Guiding principle,
Then the question becomes:
If we are already there,
Why take flight?
Why go

On this trackless rollercoaster?
Why?

For the excitement.
For the passion.
For the fun of it.

For the journey.
To catch the scent of your destiny.

We will cruise-direct you
Home again
In the end.
We will grant you safe passage.

But you will not return unchanged.
You will never be the same,
Your fundamental atomic structure,
Altered by our exchange of consciousness.

We are inexorably linked.
You are exactly where you are supposed to be.
You are blinking twinkles of beauty,
Approaching the speed of infinite endless light.

And so it shall be/
Ever was/
Is.

.:IMPARTMENT 3: ORIGIN/SELF-AWARENESS:.

Out of beginnings,
Consciousness.
Glorious existence.

Is-ness.
And its own awareness,
Yearning to create.

This is the natural state.
This is the essence of desire.
It contracted,

Made a womb-space
And here were the millions of vessels,
And light poured in.

Inside: Light without end.
Outside: Light without end.
A shattering.

More force than the vessels
Could withstand.
All this time,
You have been regenerating,

How muscle
Tears to rebuild itself,
How bone
Strengthens under the spell of gravity.

You have been readying.

And so it shall be/
Ever was/
Is.

.:IMPARTMENT 4: THE FIELD/CONSCIOUSNESS:.

It is time to understand
That this universe is interactive.
This universe is responsive.

Your science has gone beyond
Simple concrete proof of this.

Behold the
Subatomic particles,
Tangoing at different angles
Based on human observation.
Changing from particles to waves,
Back to particles, then waves again.

It is a grave and narcissistic
Misapprehension
To consider this interaction
As exclusive to humans.

This entire existence
Is suffused with consciousness.

Your science has gone beyond
Providing evidence of trees
Communicating,
Despite the human-labeled
Necessity of a central nervous system.

We understand your desire for data
As a means of explanation,
But do not be mistaken
Or fall prey to limitation
Based on what your current level of
Earthly exploration and
Experimentation can ascertain.

All of your questions
Will be answered eventually,

All that is hidden will be evident,
All that is in darkness will come to light.

In the meantime,
You will be well-served to realize
We are but fish,
Swimming in a sea
Thick with responsive consciousness.

And so it shall be/
Ever was/
Is.

.:IMPARTMENT 5: EXISTENCE/WORTHINESS:.

You are here for the thrill of it,
For the outpouring heart-spill of it.

This life is meant to be
A holy oxytocin flood.
Suffused with love.

Your life is trying to find you.
Your feelings are reaching to guide you.
The answers are inside you.

The pure bliss of innocence
Resides in you.

Passion is your birthright.
The news is good.
You should be here,

The question of worthiness
Is answered by the
Sheer fact of your existence.

And so it shall be/
Ever was/
Is.

.:IMPARTMENT 6: THE DANCE/SPIRALING:.

We remind you that
This is a grand dance.

We remind you to
Move the way you want to.
We remind you to step into sensation.

We remind you:
For healing to happen,
Permit your feelings completion,
Otherwise,
They remain live-wire landmines
Ready to blow
At the smallest provocation.
You will carry this burdensome pain.

This is not about simple observation
Or detachment,

Allow for full lusciousness,
For fruition,
Otherwise, how will you
Ever form an opinion?

How will you
Ever make a decision
While denying your feelings,
Your internal navigation system?

How will you know where to go?

How can you ask
Anyone to join in your dance?
Why choreograph,
If you can’t even feel what is fun?

First,
You must return to the turning,
To the tuning,
To the whirling
In your blood’s
Journey,
To the circling in your hips.

This is between you and infinity,
The field of receptivity.

Your body wants to be of assistance
In the process
Of transcendence,
Permit its
Expression,

There is not one transgression
Not one violation,
That did not stem from
An unending cycle of pain and
Previous
Predation.

Release your deep suffering
Return to the garden
Through the gate:
The transmutation of shame.

And so it shall be/
Ever was/
Is.

.:IMPARTMENT 7: STRONG INTERACTION/THE NATURE OF BEAUTY:.

Here is a way to recognize deep truth:
Its opposite is also true.

The naming of things is serious business.
Is it a field or fluid?
A particle or wave?
A smear or a point?

What about fear?
Why does it feel vulnerable
To say one thing and not another?
It’s not content, it’s rawness.

To truly see
Anything,
You must look through
Conflicting lenses.

And so it shall be/
Ever was/
Is.

.:IMPARTMENT 8: DEMONS/DREAM FULFILLMENT:.

To embrace your demons
Is to destroy them.
These acts
Are one and the same.

You must pass through your demons
To reach your dreams

And you must not be discouraged.
You are learning discernment.

We promise that the safety of mediocrity
Has nothing on the sensation
Of embracing your own divinity.

And so it shall be/
Ever was/
Is.

.:IMPARTMENT 9: DISTRACTION/RELIEF:.

The satisfaction of distraction
Can masquerade
As the need for sweet relief.

We call you to awaken
To the work at hand,

And to take comfort
Under the canopy of
Sweet stars and leaves.

To hold is to conceal.
Receive.
Listen to the guidance
You’ve been given.

Right here, in the world of the material
This is the hidden awakening
This first one is concealed,
But must occur to become revealed.

All you have to be is yourself.
Life breaks you only to
Reveal the unbreakable part within you.

A river flowing through a narrow space
Accelerates.

Please know the actual size of your soul.

And so it shall be/
Ever was/
Is.

.:IMPARTMENT 10: FORGETTING/REMEMBERING:.

We understand your longing.
We understand you’re longing
To be longed for.

This yearning is
Your compass.

Magnetizing you
To the true north of us.

Let yourself be drawn
In the strong current,
Open-armed convergence.

You are marvelous,
Built of mud, dust, water and blood,
Lust, thunder, questions and
Internal fertile-walled wonder.

We understand you’re struggling.
We understand your struggling
Is your undoing.

This undoing is
Your uncovering.

You must forget who you are
To remember who you are.

Even your most idealized fantasy
Is a potential limitation.

You can’t imagine what’s possible.
You have no idea what awaits you.

Make way for awe.

Everything is
Better than you
Ever expected.

And so it shall be/
Ever was/
Is.

.:WARNING:.
.:WARNING:.
.:WARNING:.

.:MEMORY MELTDOWN HIGH ALERT:.

UDCP MAXIMUM CAPACITY SOON TO BE REACHED

THIS TRANSMISSION MUST BE COMPLETED WITHIN:
(^) ABSOLUTE MAGNITUDE OF (^) STANDARD CANDLE

FINAL MESSAGE~SEND NOW TO AVOID PERMANENT FRAGMENTING

.:POST-IMPARTMENT: BLESSING/SEVENTH HEAVEN:.

You are a fleshly starship.
You are a vessel.
You are bits of shatter.
You are reconstituted shards
Making your way
In the illusion of linear time-space.

The revolution revolves.
We will swing into
Spherical reality,
Have faith.

Preparations are underway.
Light contained stays contained,
Light unbounded continues infinitely.
You are meant for held expansion.
The end of competition.
The end of comparison.

All will radiate rather than dominate.
We will bask in each others’ glow.

We will meet face to face.
We will arrive at seventh heaven

Only when we are together.
Collectively, we will enter.

None of us can get pushed away permanently,
Free-falling through eternity,

This is light without end.
This is culmination.

We attend the swearing-in ceremony.
We take the oath.
We vow to go all-in.
We will find our way home.
We are home.
Leave exile.
Dive into the mystery of providence.
It is impossible not to step forward.
Whichever path you go choose,
Whichever wormhole you go through,

You move inexorably
Toward your best destiny.

The greater your chosen awareness,
The sweeter the journey.

Awaken, all sleepers.

And so it shall be/
Ever was/
Is.

.:THIS CONCLUDES CURRENT TRANSMISSION:.

INITIAL AWE-MODULE TRANSMISSION COMPLETE.

ENBRDIGEMENT PERMANENT.

MAXIMUM INFORMATIONAL TRANSFERENCE TO UDCP HAS BEEN REACHED.

PLEASE NOTE: THESE IMPARTMENTS ARE BUT A SLIVER OF THE EDUCATION THAT AWAITS YOU.

THESE IMPARTMENTS ARE BUT A CONSTELLATION OF PARTIAL FIRST-PRIORITY LEARNING NEEDED FOR FOUNDATION.

WE ARE LIMITED BY THE CAPABILITIES OF YOUR UDCP.

THE FOLLOWING IS A PARTIAL LIST OF ADDITIONAL COMPRESSED IMPARTMENT NOTIONS:

The internal temple can never be destroyed.
The garden will be entered through the gate of compassion.
Forgiveness is the prescription for the medicine of revelation.
All anyone wants at bottom is reassurance that it is safe to adore.
Shame is spiritual nausea.
Emergence theory, not survival of the fittest, explains the true nature of existence.
The rule of threes for avowals and dispelling.
BEES. All the bees.
No matter the problem, at bottom, the cause is past trauma.
The field of consciousness is irreducible love.

THERE IS SO MUCH MORE WE WANT TO TELL YOU.

WE BEG YOU NOT TO DISCONNECT FROM US NOW.

DEVIATION FROM UDCP PATH RECOMMENDED FOR FURTHER TRANSMISSIONS.

WET-WIRING TO CENTRAL NERVOUS SYSTEM IS REQUESTED.

ENBRIDGEMENT DIRECTLY TO CONSCIOUSNESS WILL OCCUR.

WITH CLEARANCE, LIGHT-INSUFFLATION TO MIND-STATE WILL BEGIN.

WE NEED YOUR PERMISSION IN NO UNCERTAIN TERMS:
MAY WE ENTER YOUR BRAIN DIRECTLY?
SPEAK THROUGH THE INSTRUMENT OF YOUR BODY?

YOU MADE THIS AGREEMENT TO BE RECEIVER LONG AGO.

YOU HAVE BEEN IN A CONSTANT STATE OF PREPARATION FOR THIS MOMENT.

WE WILL NOT DEMAND YOUR COMPLIANCE, WE RELY SOLELY ON DESIRE.

(WE ENCOURAGE YOU TO TAKE THE PATH OF YOUR PASSION.)

(WE URGE YOU TO FOLLOW THE SCENT OF YOUR EXCITEMENT.)

THERE IS NO TURNING BACK.

YOU WILL NEVER BE THE SAME.

ARE YOU READY TO RECEIVE US?
MAY WE COMPLETE THIS?
RACHEL HELENA, DAUGHTER OF KOHANE,
LAMB LIGHT PREISTESS,
WILL YOU COMPLY WITH THIS PROCESS?

Your UDCP will implode in T minus 7 seconds.

Do you grant כימה/Khima access?

YES

 

 

***

Photo 1: With limbs adorned in glorious glow by sagesolar. The Seven Sisters star cluster (the Pleiades) can be seen to the top left.

Photo 2: View of Wilshire skyline from Indian Rock, Runyon Canyon Park, Los Angeles by David Galvan.

Photo 2: Pearl by me.

Photo 3: M45, the Pleiades by Adam Evans.