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An Alien On The Street & How Fooled

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.

An Open Thought

An open thought to the great energy wherever it may be, to the highest celestial presence what are we but fleas in its perception of us. Upon the surface of the known earth, nothing but ourselves can feel such a range of what are known as emotions. The most of which seem sad and the very least lonely I sense not the vibration of the common kind I am somewhere else still tuning in to normal, but it doesn’t exist. The skin is getting thinner the shield is wearing down the numbers in this puzzle cannot be found, will the door be always locked I have to say I know not the holy centres are full the only interest is ill-gotten gain, the greatest and worst is a lie with ourselves.

The Shaft

The epic shaft revealed upon a sunny afternoon, for a split second opening up and then down earth bound, scanning picking chosen individuals to cure scepticism. For an instance testing whilst travelling maybe it was an accident by chance, it may be a a brighter light within the light of this day. Strong and real enough for someone to say what it is that had an outer life. Slipping up as it moves to the centring point in the plan for planet earth we wait.

Fooled By Time

How fooled by 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 the control of history, marked and denoted by the concept and yes it is another form of control, it is only marked for the purpose of control, control of this and that and even the other, if time were but a sense it would make no sense for it just denotes 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 is ticking and perhaps father time is only try to make sense of what can never be so. Time makes fear, is it now running out .

Religion

Religion picks you up, then throws you away. Point north my son and look up, you will discover a better light climb the etheric staircase let energies be your host, catch the wave and feel this eternal ripple, softly beneath your fragile self.

No Clarity No Purpose.

We have never been dealt such blows, they lied of course, nothing is visible they said, as it is now no clarity, no purpose, no nothing, to speak. Of society well it is suspension before change. Drifting meandering meaningless, it all seems apt for its vagueness upon a stair, a rivalry a constant tick before the tock. Anger posed before release. I blame the earths covering with bricks so dense is this of now I ask. Only expansion of this exists. Now blandness and plasticisation is here, no humans just postures of war and rage mostly against an unknown force creeping up upon humanity in a rage once more to the deaths of pointlessness. Universal control over life and death but alas no change, no peace it is not amusing to the young who are loosing hope by the day.

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