posted on Jan, 9 2015 @ 12:56 PM
We established there is nothing special about me. I'm only the first specimen that got recorded while spiritually masturbating. Ever since I feel
like I have to spell out the connections between the words of wiser and older men. I'm happy to help, so:
You are denying aliens? Right? I can't believe after it got recorded on radar, film, in motion and photo, left readable measurings on our instruments
we use to determine reality... It reminds one of the great human joke „Who's cock do i have to suck to get a drink.“ It's not a matter of
believeing, or wanting to believe, it is a fact, a physically evidenced fact. We are not alone. What it is and why it is here, is the next logical
intersection hallway, which door to choose. We have the esoteric approach, angels and demons, just a different race, we from our future, fairies and
pixies.
Yes the human mind is capable of imagining miracoulous things, but every fiction, good art, everything has a meaning, symbols encoding deeper layers
of reality, expressed through one channel or another, but always rooting in reality. We can't get rid off reality, because it is where we have to
come back to in order to keep the machine running. Breathing and things. So in our reality event A takes place, observer1 paints a picture, observer2
writes a song and observer3 just masturbates on it, one way or the other and poures his seemingly vasted energy in before mentioned pool of
thoughtsmash, or P.O.T., pun intended. Out of eventA a series of subevents takes place causing the picture and the song to be forgotten. While
somewhere else EventB drains the energy out of the P.O.T., rediscovers the painting and the song, but now, because he added some extra spices of his
own perception he makes eventA again, only bigger, better and more focused. The point is we don't invent things, we try to decipher prewritten
coding. We have some access to some deeper conscience out of which we create this imaginery things, only to find we are indeed trying to cope with
what is really all around us. So I pull my head out of my ass only to find it stuck in another ass, will say: We don't imagine we record and run
images through our filters of perception. That's why it seemingly is all there already and pre-written, because it is all there already and
pre-written. What if, this is one of the oldest darkest and terrorfying instincts kicking in? What if this is the warning: Our species is in danger,
threatened by an exterieur source and we are screwed epically, because we wouldn't have anything to defend us against this overwhelming overpowering
in all regards, technologically, social and more successfull in what every species wants: to spread wide and thrive, race that could already have
enslaved us without us even noticing. This is where I came in, apparently. Yes we are threatened by a force we won't be able to defeat. And yes we
are prescious, every one of us is alive, a beautifull little worth to be attendet to spore of life. We have to play on this rural levels, because that
is what we are basically, little pups in a basket glaring with naive wide eyes at the curious men who is about to drown us in the river. We may bark
all we want, there is nothing we can do to change his mind. Which we wouldn't because we couldn't even consider his intentions as a possibility.
This is a similiar scenario, we feel the urgentness, we can't put a name on it. We know we're visited, but how far we are influenced is beyond our
imagination, because to go there we would have had to collectively embrace the fact, we are visited. And visiting is one thing, but for another race
to stirr in our P.O.T. Is where I'd draw the line. It would be a violation of our species souvereignity and a definite clue on an alien enemy, we
would have to extinct. That's not cruel or wrong, but simply a necessarity to ensure the integrity of us the species human of earth. The will of
survival is the strongest force known throughout the universe. And that's for a reason. Things become beautiful when they learn to breathe. The
meaning of life is life. What we are facing is a threat so much bigger than we can comprehend, that we need help from outsiders. Call out through all
the galaxies and rattle the collective human conscience to gather here and fight the bugs in our craddle. Where the next big step of how much we need
to accept reality kicks in: The human conscience isn't an earth-only phanomena. Who controls us, controls the universe. We are really the ones this
big show is invented for, we are the unicorns, so to speak, we are the in persona unifaction of the beast and the spirit.
And from here it is fiction, but, what I get is, we are not the cancer, but the antidote. Those messing around with our collective conscience during
the last few aeons held us back on purpose. They are jeaoulous, because we have what they don't individual, yet inter-connected- conscience. That's
again, the godfactor kicking in, we are gods chosen breed, indeed. Only we are god. Injected into this universe to fight the cancer currently knocking
on our frontdoors. And we've done it a million times before and will continue doing so eternally. Because we are life.
If we are lost, all hope is lost, all beauty, all love, all that made us want to thrive will vansih in dust and there will be nothing left, but
functioning machines, sustaining the skeleton of a world, we won't be able to fill with flesh and blood and skin. So the big advantage we have, is
our enemy knows: killing us, causes the collapse of the entire universe. We are the connection to the bigger being, our universe is one bubble in a
far more complex structure of unfathomable dimensions. Yet the godfactor, we humans are what keeps the machine running, simply by acknowledging it's
existence. I can see how that causes jealousy. Never the less embracing reality is one of the toughest tasks ever undertaken by mankind. We are
invaded by aliens, controlled by aliens for a very long time and it is time to fight them off. That's why we wake up, why all the creative output
projected into this world the last few years is our shared human subconscience hitting us with the warning flags on the heads. Aliens! Aliens! Aliens!