We knew the end was near and had looked for remote locations for evacuation, the general consensus of opinion was that it had to be remote. High with fast moving clear streams and plenty of dense woodland coverage, a certain valley came to mind, from memory as a child. It flooded me in delirious colour, swimming in breezes.
Contrasts with sun and shade in equal measure, the valley did have a name but in a location I cannot reveal. There were seven of us mimicking the number of Adepts in imagination and study. We had taken this role and put it in our minds to give purity to our mission, as we were to go farther to be hidden, than most would dare to venture.
We the seven had visited our apocalyptic reservation as individuals over many years, building supplies, seeds, vessels and storage, not necessarily the buildings of recognised habitation. More as semi submerged and appropriate camouflage. There would be no family units there, as it would be morally unwise to believe in futures. As such all seven survivors were males of sound mind and varied technical ability, plus we were trained in the procedures of Kundalini ensuring our own spaceship of mind was available to us when the end of time caught up with us, which inevitably it would. As we could occasionally go further away in a skyline, tainted with the mist of virus and the lid of inevitable death. The earth would be clean again for the perceived Alien renewal.
Tag: grief
Why
Why give it a name if it is all but a sound, by an outer life glance. Is all who is the inventor of all, invented by beings and who is this super cell in primordial deluge of matter, that forms and reforms until being becomes shape and movement.
In many and most firms, that of cunning evils, the suffering of the meek and poor is immeasurable.
As quantities grow by miles and miles of cruelties and pain followed by silences so how can one being exist to mete out suppression by volumes of cruelties and deaths. For he the perpetrator perishes too along with the meek, for man, the evil gained nothing and will perish also.
Abduction
Leave no stone upturned, that is what they say if you want to discover the truth this was the case with the missing saucers from Mars or thereabouts. Legend has it that many years ago in the early hours of Christmas 1958 those travelling to Scotland to visit relatives had the most startling and fleeting episode of that time.
A young boy in the vehicle turned by chance, only to be blinded by seven disc shaped bright white objects travelling at split second pace. Mum and dad for once took themselves out of their woolly jumper mentality. It was all too silent but it had happened, dad thought that nobody would believe them so for the next sixty years that they would keep quiet and indeed they did. That is until their son paid a visit to the Highlands. He had bought a hundred square feet of heather bound land, through a scheme. Whereby one could purchase a plot that would always be yours and also help preserve the Scottish Highlands.
The son with great difficulty managed on this day to find his tiny plot in the heather vastness where eagles circled and watched him, as if guarding a sacred area the son sat down and could sense pulsing and thin blue strands of light emitting from pinholes in the heather.
With mental precision he put together in his mind a jigsaw, his instinct told him “I remember this is one of seven saucers carrying adepts from all those years ago on a Christmas night. With that thought the ground beneath enveloped him, this was the price of remembering the light consumed him and this man, SON to a father and devoted mother was never seen again and the clock ticked and the night went on oblivious.
An Ode To Little Professor
The little professors of the English households they travel, they know it all, they believe they know governments, and all the characters. Wake up you are fools, you know them not. For it is all a psychological con, the con of control. For you are being gathered and controlled in a new Orwellian state a state of spies. Lock down gives time to sort the wheat from the chaff. But don’t forget we are all one world and not an eccentric folly. Promoted by silly ex public schoolboys who read the papers for breakfast.
Mason Cult the Cruel Misuse of Land.
For all known time so called man and some women have taught and claimed land territory, whether in democracy or eventual dictatorship. It has happened, the politics of the one person state. We know who the examples are, no need to go into that one. However with that said, along comes starvation and mass exodus, those affected fleeing to countries that are already overcrowded.
In some cases people flee from famine ravaged countries, but some do not and that usually comes down to those countries occupied by evil regimes. They are in many ways occupiers of fertile lands. This seems to indicate that the human race doesn’t deserve the title of human, when the real facts are that of misuse of fertile underdeveloped landmasses, that are halted by either dictatorships with inhuman leaders or poor countries. Kept poor by agricultural ineptitude lack of investment and beyond this, it becomes simply obvious that millions of lives crammed together in overdeveloped cities and towns are going to fail and this does fuel interracial tension, of which, in developed countries there should be none in the year 2020.