reply to post by smokingman2006
I known the truth of this.
Amizarac revealed herself to me last night, too.
She spoke of the Grand Fleet of the Pleiadian Council's progress through our solar system; how it's myriad, sleeping pilot-tacticians guided the
quantum displacement armada from orbit to orbit, passing heedlesly through the celestial bodies as if they were nought but the dust they are, held
incarnate by dark matter.
She spoke of the coming confrontation. How our souls, so fragile and new, are about to be bombarded by the concentrated venom of our hidden masters.
They will not relinquish millenia of work easily, and are willing to destroy what they have built if they lose the war.
Rather than be defeated, they will annihilate each and every soul, not body, but soul that resides on earth.
That will be their legacy to the stars.
A planet devoid of love and commpassion. A planet inhabited by raging, dismal creatures that are simply walking containers, divest of a higher
meaning. The human race stripped bare.
We have to be strong, she said, and hold the light of truth in our hearts. Those who travel in the armada care for us. They are our brothers and
sisters, our friends, our defenders and our saviours. We will shun them at first, as is the habit of all mankind to deny and fear foreign faces and
beliefs. It will not be easy, but we have to accept this righteous crusade.
That or sink into the abyss.
There, that dramatic enough for you? Easy, isn't it, to knock up a little piece of prose?
Do I believe you had a visitation? About as much I do you being a middle aged man.