Have you ever felt as if this world wasn't created for human kind; that we are actually alien to this planet? Many happen to believe in this theory. It was an idea of mine to write a book on the subject.
What planet in this vast solar system would be compatible with holding creatures like us? The book's idea was that our 'Home' planet is the ideal Heaven. Like so many of us search for. It would be a shame that after all of this, we die and become nothing more than a rotting corpse. If their is any case of another planet that is compatible with our kind would we want to live there? The first initial answer would probably be yes but after considering the consequences & knowing who we are it would be no. If we were to move to our "compatible" planet who would be taking us there? It would of course be our alien brothers & sisters... (like us). I say no for a journey to our original 'home' planet because we would probably end up slaves. Our negative need for power would be their own; our alien brothers.
Not having much faith in mankind these past few months hasn't helped me focus on a world with Peace, & there is no chance of brotherly love happening in my life time, only tolerance is possible & most plausible. Right now it is survival of the damned, the nightmare I keep talking about; when the illusion has vanished and the bars of society have become dense and solid instead of transparent. The dreamers, however look at it as a building block, high & low, "We need this". We don't need this. Their slavery has put them in false wars of a slow non-progressive goal to become somebody. The "powers" control & monitor this war from a safe distance.... they are the ones progressing in their thirst for more power. Like I stated in another essay, "we are nobody" in this illusion. We are a source of energy (a battery). For what? As the question rings through my mind, I'd safely answer that question with, I don't know. These "powers" want nothing but to keep us locked up while building & building just to keep us in line, or so I think. Their is no change just keep the coal burning. These "powers" are a boring bunch.
At this moment some are waking up with no hope for whatever this nightmare might bring. Their cell has become clear & tightly closed, with the excepetion of glimering hope that shines through the dark. A key that will inspire to end all slavery, destroy the illusion, & the nightmare. The key however is hidden beneth all that the dream (illusion) actually holds in high regard; which creates a paradox for one to realize. The prisoner is set up to use the key as a tool for the illusion, "To become somebody". The key in this sense of the word is your enigma to figure out, but I will give you a hint. The key of course is....YOU.
A *Weird* Story From The Unknown! At the age of 15 'things' of the paranormal started to take place in my life. I was watching a movie on cable called "Witchboard 2". A HollyWood (top dogs of illusion) film that was most likely made up for entertainment purposes only. However, at the age of 15 it was a very real idea for me. Myself, not really believing that one could actually speek to ghosts, was very intriged with the film.
I told my mom (who I was staying with at the time) about it (she was off to sleep, so she wasn't able to see the movie). Of course she was interested, since she & her friends had incounters with the spirit world when she was only a girl. So, the next few days we tried to find that damn movie. We went to this shitty little movie rental place; strolled over to the horror section & was looking all around for it. We couldn't find it, but it found us! It jumped right off the shelf, as if someone just pushed it from behind. 'hummmm'?
After watching the film (the second time for me), she wanted to get an uija board. Let me just cut to the chase.
We toyed with the board for a bit, & went to sleep. Her side to the story. I do not remember any of this. The next day, she wakes me up & places the uija board on my lap while placing the eye (for lack of a better word) into my hands. After which, "It just started spelling out stuff".
Coming that close to the "unknown" wasn't enough". After awhile I was able to commune with these "spirits".That was my awaking. It got me thinking a lot more. On a totally new level. Of course such an event doesn't have to take place in your own life to wake you up from the illusion. The dream (illusion) is not reallity. It's set up, & the key is YOU.
Still a prisoner in the nightmare, I see it fit that you should also read the REAL word of Jesus Christ. I'm not a Christian (though some call me one), but I believe he was on the verge of discovering something HUGE. He wasn't "part" of the world (illusion) but in it to break it.
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