The Ticking Ghosts everywhere, from the dearly departed, they are alighting in a shade of grey loitering as a flea, upon dust. A fragment there of blindly above floorboards vacant of the time a wispy flutter. Uneasy, abandoned, from any connections once known in the confidence state, that was living. Shocked as they are now; Shocking solid states no more a random mortal, may glance them from time to time. Just as the hairs rise upon the neck, they the ghosts are waiting in transitory states for assignment to another transition upon another planet. But for now on earth we are ghosts ticking as a clock with its pendulum swinging.
The Space Body
I haven’t developed the space body but I’m trying, for there is trouble again on planet earth. Millions of decent humans are frightened much of this is seen as deliberate, those of us upon a higher plain. We cannot reach you at this moment in time but we ask of you this , find your most quiet place if indeed you can.
You should make no sound all that you are allowed to see is the light from a green candle emitting incense, this to calm your fractious nerves which are now greyed.
Your governments are trying to kill you, many months ago so called world leaders most of them of a discarnate type met in secret in how to eliminate innocent millions of you they swore an oath of death, if any one person at this meeting broke the vow of silence to this evil mission a virus pattern would birth and be released one with no remedy, propaganda will be incessant and ongoing . The Masters above earth ask you to bare this until we intervene evil will not win
