posted on Mar, 6 2012 @ 10:49 PM
Hello, welcome to my long-awaited (gahhh ha ha) second installment of "What if?". Last week, we asked, ' what if the Nephilim WERE the
dinosaurs?'. The Trex hoisting pyramid blocks still has me laughing.
Storms. We believe what science tells us, despite what little we know about them. By them I mean tornadoes, mainly. Some nutjobbers tossed sensor orbs
into a tornado once to get readings, as the eye of a tornado is tricky to get to. I astral projected into one last week to see for myself, and my cord
knotted around it like carpet threads in a vaccum cleaner. Im STILL untying knots, so as I do, Ill tell you what happened.
What if tornadoes are Spirits fighting in a parallel dimension? We know what causes them; warm, moist air collides with cold, dry air, and Mr.
Corlealis beams from his grave to the cadence of counterclockwise chaos. Let's wiggle our bottoms deeper into the rabbit hole.
Whenever paranormal crap happens, the air gets cooler. A few past encounters with the demoniac can personally testify to this. So what, TWE? Imagine
the WARMTH as just that- warm, loving servants of God. Angels of mercy kicking it in the Cumulo-nimbus. What's that coming from the WEST?? Cold air.
Bitter, vengeful, cold air raking it's heartless presence over the fields, barreling discomfort and apathy in the direction of it's temporal
counterpart. The two collide, mumbling indifference and provoking quarrel.
What WE see is certainly badass. The wicked looking vapors of rain mass into a swirling maelstrom of charcoal-flavoured cotton candy. The push turns
to shove, and ethereal gloves come off. With 3 white eyes you might see saints and serpents, locked in the mid-coitus of Aries. 7th dimensional metals
clang to war drums as crimson-stained teeth reveal wicked smiles. Having left their mercy in the locker room, holy protaginist shines the glory of
borrowed Omnipotence through each thrust of hallowed spear.
Their bar-room scuffle rakes across the plains, occasionaly taking our feeble structures into in. Chickens spear beak-first into aging masonry and
straw goes super-saiyan on the neighbor's windmill. WE see a simple tornado.
It's just a thought. Please don't fire your arrows of aethism at me with nihilistic bow. Dont hit me with your bibles, either. I AM a Christian, but
that's not what this is about. I say 'If you ASK me about it, THEN I talk about it.' I actually honked at the Jehova's Witnesses an hour ago
whilist procuring dead cow and stick-shaped potato. Its funny; the cars around us started honking too.