And there they stood upon the street, only seen by myself. I know not why, by one, by group, but no crowds they were strategic yet fluid, they were the grey but not uniform size they had no mouths nor any eyes, nor ears, for they were but medium and grey. I walked kept walking they were semi-static if they had eyes it would be of a stair. An observation, but I know not how as I walked, they kept appearing in clusters near billboards and street corners. Only so far and then gone like a pixilated life form that collapsed. I will have to wait for more. I await their communication on what may happen next to a new world in preparation. I guess now from this I now know I am part of not a soul. Do I tell? they will speak through my voice with instructions we are heading ongoing, yet to be seen the capitol form of invasion begins soon I walk into this day through many veils I will travel.
How Fooled
How fooled by the time, we are sitting watching our clocks for boredom or pleasure. Why push time away for it is precious a concept measured and mastered in control histories. Marked and denoted by the concept. Where in fact it is another form of control it is only marked for the purpose of control if time were but a sense it would make no sense, for it just denotes of episodes in fragments large or small. In recall of the mind to make focal points for man’s only interest is that of his survival so time and ticking only try to make sense of what can never be so time makes fear is it now running out. Religion picks you up then throws you away from point north my son and look up you will discover a better light awaits climb the etheric staircase let energies be your host, catch the wave and feel this eternal ripple softly beneath your fragile self.