Thursday, February 4, 2016
A story that might be as many as a million years in it's unfolding would be impossible to tell. That was my first thought when it came to me that it was time to speak of what I know. But, as it always goes, the stories within me clamor louder with every minute if I refuse to set them free. And so here you are, dear reader. I will give you some pieces of this ancient, ancient story and allow your imagination (or your memory) to tell you the rest.
It was a dull and dreary morning, the air too thick to encourage the simple act of breathing. The smell of yesterday's dust still hung in the air. The people staggered from their cells and headed, with feet as heavy as lead, to the underground caverns where they slaved. Overseers eyed them closely, studying them like bugs that had been sprayed and were stumbling toward death.
Into the dark cavern where light never lived. Walls as dry as talc and air just as thick. But there was treasure there. Or so they had been told. Treasure that brought riches to the rulers of the land.
It was a piece of the Universe that had become a prison. A place that had been seen as a place of riches that would give the rulers power. Power over what, you ask. I cannot say. Only the controllers know their reasoning.
From the tiny, limited view of the solitary man who slaved in the darkness, gathering riches for the overlords, it was not clear that the Universe had suffered from a circumstance that caused a place of freedom to become a prison. He would mine for riches until he could no longer work. He would die. He would be replaced.
Something that was also unknown by the solitary man was that the overlords were not satisfied. They had done a re-con in 'the neighborhood.' Aha! There was a planet in the far regions that had new and different riches. Not only did it hold promise in that way but it was a planet unto itself. A solitary ball of life, floating in the Universe without a care. Nothing to impede an assault upon it's borders.
"So easily imprisoned," whispered one of the overlords to another as they stared at the planet with greed dripping from their eyes.
"The potential is so enticing," was the slimy reply.
The energy of dread raced through the Universe, touching every free thing, causing a sense of alarm whose origin was not known at the time. The memory of those words and the tangible exultation in the souls of the overlords still causes my spine to tingle with alarm. A million years cannot silence the high alert of danger.
The danger in the air caught the attention of many. A quickly organized group of advanced souls, we'll call them 'aliens' for the sake of the story, flew to Earth and methodically worked to set up places of power that would allow the people of Earth to stay connected, energetically, to the Truths of the rest of the Universe. 'Just in case,' was the pessimistic statement they used to assure the humans. Just in case.
Just in case the plan of the overlords was successful.
The plan was diabolical. But it was so complex and beyond the imagination that surely it was impossible. To even have been dreamt of it caused the mind to stumble and fall into a state of incredulity. It was not possible to enslave an entire planet. But just in case......
I remember standing, shoulder to shoulder, in solidarity and satisfaction, with my tall, rail-thin friend. Together we watched the placing of the final stone in the pyramid.
I smiled into his almond-shaped, deep-deep eyes as he turned to smile into mine. "I'm pleased with it," he said.
"As am I," I replied with a smile. I touched his thin arm with tenderness, knowing he was weary and trying to hide it from me. I turned back to the incredible sight of the massive pyramid, reaching toward the skies and the truths that lived there. "Always an energy of Truth." I murmured. "Even if the threat to them fails the efforts of placing these avenues of Truth will always stand as reminders."
I wonder now at my innocence for even as the words left my mouth I sensed a movement in the energy field above the glimmering desert. I turned to Commander Korton in surprise. He had sensed the same thing I had. The matrix had been placed. The prison had fallen over the borders of Earth. The overlords had taken control.
How long would it last? How invasive would it be? What consequences would befall the humans? What lies would they learn to believe? What truths would they forget?
I have not counted the years since that fateful day. There have been many. I stand here now, looking at the empty space where once a 'tower' of the matrix once stood. There is nothingness here now. But there is freedom.
One leg of the matrix is missing and the matrix can no longer stand. How long will it take to crumble with it's missing leg? Not long, I venture to say.
I have left much of the story out, of course. Pieces from then and pieces from now. Every day of my life, as I wander through the mysteries they gave me, reveals a piece of the unseen effort that has played out behind the scenes. The mysteries that have led to this step toward freedom. There are many here on Earth now who know the story. Who may have hidden it in the recesses of their minds. Or been distracted by the density in which they have had to live. Some say it has been a sacrifice to come to a place that has so much pain. I think not. I think it has been an honor.
We have come to free a planet from a prison woven with lies that were meant to make us forget our power and our Truth. We have reached a place of success. It was not known if it could be done. But we did it. It is not known how long it will take to replace the matrix, the lies, with the Truths. But time does not matter. What matters is the success. The first pillar has fallen. It is only a matter of time until the others follow.
From the author: In recent days the total infinity of my soul has been stirring. Like a dragon awakening from a century-long sleep. Memories have surfaced and they demand to be recognized as Truth. Ten thousand years ago feels like only yesterday. The secrets that 'others' have tried so hard to keep are no longer hidden. My reticence to speak of things is falling away. I guess my soul is much more vocal than 'I.' (smile)
I remember arriving on this planet and I remember my resistance. I knew of the matrix, the grid, the mind control, whatever term you care to use. I knew of the lies and I knew of the pain. Through the years I've wondered about my sanity for taking on such a journey. (I know I'm not alone in that thought.) But as these last months have given me revelation after revelation, insight after insight, I find myself in awe at what has, and is, unfolding.
In my humble opinion (and observation), we are here to free a planet from a deliberately placed prison built of energy and diabolical intention. I was only five years old when I remembered who had placed it. They were aware of that and did everything they could to stop me from my work to help achieve freedom. I know others who have walked the same path as I. Every effort has failed and here we are now ... on the steps of success that I never, honestly, thought I'd live to see.
We can celebrate now. Yes. But there is more work to be done. This Earth and its people are going to see changes that are going to stun many. Please know that every single thing that plays out has a Divine Reason. What looks 'bad' is just a necessary step that needs to be taken on this road to eventual freedom. Have no fear. We are on a mission that I can now steadfastly say will be successful. We are the change. And we are making it happen.
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