THEY WERE HERE BEFORE US

No, one has asked, me of this, tendentious, they have, instead, vigorously, ignored the basic, abstruse principals, involved, and as an, innate hearing, realizing, in tranquility, the passiveness, in this, innate, pasture, and composition, of information, I am, sharing, in the meekest of ways, this way, that way, which you know, not to knock, what you don’t know, even through your knocking, and rejecting me.
If you were there, when I was there, and as I still am, there, you would not say, what you are saying. It would be a peaceful, encounter, if you can understand, without, distrusting, and the information. If you know what, I am conveying , then you too, could see, the (UFO), hovering above you, and feel, in gratitude, that, every time, you step out there, and wait for them, they appear directly, above the area, you choose to look, telepathy, from them to you. So you know that, they are, connected to you; yet not because you chose, for they are so far, in advance, than we are, but because they have been in the development, that have been so much, connected, towards, they, as the on lookers, of us, even through the turmoil, of this great, evolutionary change, at the end, of this earthly cycle, and existence.

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THE PENDULUM IN MY COFFEE

Hi, Gemunis presently here. I , well ,I have a distinct idea, hum, well I do, it’s in the tip of my, idea, to grasp idly, express it , in a non conventional way. It is this, what of to some, it may, appear, in that way. It is a simple, yet a drastic, idea, to the pendulum, of distinct, concepts, and precept’s to, the lour of the mind’s, which feed, on a magnetic truth. The podium, for, distinct, idea’s, drastic, influences, rather point forceful, to the respect’s, of the sleeping appointed mind, a handful, in the early morning, awaiting, our approval, so as to take off, this wonderful distinctive ideology. I have it in a cup of coffee, this idea, it exist in a perfect place, somewhere, in that cup of coffee. I thought, the Sun would not, rise today, so would the idea, also, be dormant, well maybe not so, for I don’t mind, writing, on a coldly day, the sun, it rises, within, my mind, so does the shadows, as an orchestra. The orchestra, it is LIVE, it is substance, as my finger prints, are a substance of distinct, sub, nebula’s, in a party, of content, within my eye, for, today, I will fathom the answer, of multiplicity, to the question, where is it, this unique, aquatic, response, of mind, and the sort’s, in this, or, that place, I see, where I sit, at the corner, inside, my fifth cup of coffee, my usual brand. I have not forgotten the lizard, by my window, my Mother call. My breakfast is getting cold, oh, Mother how I miss you, Why, didn’t we praise, the marchers, of Israel, together, why did, you go ahead, of me, when I was only a child. Why did, you not make a Martyr, of me then, when I was in tears, and so afraid, as is Palestine, I feared, so greatly for, the fallen, lives, who think upright, through their innocence. I forbade, the mark, in my, cup, overflowing, with, dignity, not forgetting you, against the injustice, which only you, could see, dear Mother, Dear grandma. The GOD, he speaks to me, from afar, OH, great, and mighty GOD, tell me, please, that, it is not, solely, Israel, whom, you seek, dear father, but instead, all those who seek you, although, they should be, they should sprout, from the spiritual tree’s of life, as in a dream, they know, that they were caked, to your bidding, for there were no other volunteer’s.

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OUR FAR SIDE

LET US READ THIS ONE MORE TIME

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Conventionality, becomes, an essential. Precise way of being, from the dept’s of the norm precepts. Most case scenarios are by passers, of serene, fluxes of continual, reversed hypo-thinking, pattern to retrieve the, alienated concepts, which reserved in non conventional, form of abstrictions. So how do we circum to any doubt, anyway, there is no motor control, it seems. There is superficiality, in this dies world, the unawares flaring, at the awakened. The smaller universe inside the dirt, which breathes the air, of havoc, precisely, we say at front, with a fraction, to lift it, beyond the gravity of our Earth. Let us perceive in the make-up of a dissolving society, to break before us the ice, grasping on to the windows, which will liberate us to a greater, density, of fireworks, mirrored with us, away from the fabric, of ill illusions, to the clapping, which we will awaken to, when…

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OUR FAR SIDE

Conventionality, becomes, an essential. Precise way of being, from the dept’s of the norm precepts. Most case scenarios are by passers, of serene, fluxes of continual, reversed hypo-thinking, pattern to retrieve the, alienated concepts, which reserved in non conventional, form of abstrictions. So how do we circum to any doubt, anyway, there is no motor control, it seems. There is superficiality, in this dies world, the unawares flaring, at the awakened. The smaller universe inside the dirt, which breathes the air, of havoc, precisely, we say at front, with a fraction, to lift it, beyond the gravity of our Earth. Let us perceive in the make-up of a dissolving society, to break before us the ice, grasping on to the windows, which will liberate us to a greater, density, of fireworks, mirrored with us, away from the fabric, of ill illusions, to the clapping, which we will awaken to, when we are falling, downhill, to the coals, we will miss, aspiring always’ to shake the plumes upward. One crystal, in my mind, as the other mind, in communication, with the principal, we find in particle, practices, to be as, sonic feeling of depth, the outcome processes, the shades of the dark, to the shades, of the blues, in my heart. The chrysalis fields, of the amber, men, cross, to the liking, of the filaments of the crashing substances, attire. Detuning, to this layer, of grommet, for the fuel of the hiss, of the wondering none. Force, eat not, what shall be broken in words. Make not the solid, of the clouds, you have not inherited. Be as chase to the polar, in the place of the bank on a hill. Dowse not the Kimble, feel the word, for the soup is cold, for the fervent are forgotten, in the daylight. Once we begin, we on a far side, the thought, and, thus we crave the being, to share with us. Come, let though thou are frustrated, with the inner means, of the sparring to the many, for a cent in the mid valley. Let the crisis freeze.

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THIS GENERATION, IS SETTING, A DESTRUCTIVE PACE, WORLD WIDE

There is so much going on right this minute, in the world. I don’t know if it has always been this way, or if we are now seeing so much more, due to the over whelming video output, we are submitting, or if this is something totally new. Has the world always been this chaotic, and in the disarray, we see it in now, or is this new, due to the accumulations, of sins smeared across the landscapes, of this world. What does our creator think of all this. Didn’t GOD, say in his word’s, through the prophets, and his Son the Christ, that, there will be world wide destruction, throughout the planet, and that even the members of your own family, will be your worst enemies, for those who do not follow, in the footsteps of the Christ, would work against those who do, in there own house hold, creating domestic war’s and discords, among the family. There are those who have been taken out of the family circle, by God himself; protecting, and preserving his elect. There are those, of God’s flock who’s day’s have been shorten, because they have suffered much, and our Father has decided to take them out of this world, to give them peace, with him. Many appear to behave, as though there were no God, for they have demonstrated this, by the atrocities they are still committing, against people of there own nation, and saying, that God told them to do it, when one of the very first commandment, clearly states, that thou shall not ‘kill. Didn’t The Apostle Paul, tell us that, it is an abomination, for a man, to sleep, with another man, and that it is equally an abomination for a woman, to sleep with another woman, giving into to vile, and deplorable affections, “UN-natural affection’s”, he called it. One day, there will be a destruction of these types of individual, and it will be greater, than, the destruction, of Sodom, and Gomorrah. Have you ever seen a fetus, after it has been taken, out of a woman, fighting for it’s very life, trying to succeed and not being able too? Try watching a whole nation, intoxicated by Marijuana, even giving it to there children at an early age, and see what will happen to what is left, of this generation, when they won’t be able to live without  it. Mankind has forgotten the purity of self preservation, in thought, and in spirit. The world has stopped looking to God, for answers, because they have learned, to live intoxicated lives, setting the tone, for a very out of control, destructive future.

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OUR FAR SIDE

Conventionality, becomes, an essential. Precise way of being, from the dept’s of the norm precepts. Most case scenarios are by passers, of serene, fluxes of continual, reversed hypo-thinking, pattern to retrieve the, alienated concepts, which reserved in non conventional, form of abstrictions. So how do we circum to any doubt, anyway, there is no motor control, it seems. There is superficiality, in this dies world, the unawares flaring, at the awakened. The smaller universe inside the dirt, which breathes the air, of havoc, precisely, we say at front, with a fraction, to lift it, beyond the gravity of our Earth. Let us perceive in the make-up of a dissolving society, to break before us the ice, grasping on to the windows, which will liberate us to a greater, density, of fireworks, mirrored with us, away from the fabric, of ill illusions, to the clapping, which we will awaken to, when we are falling, downhill, to the coals, we will miss, aspiring always’ to shake the plumes upward. One crystal, in my mind, as the other mind, in communication, with the principal, we find in particle, practices, to be as, sonic feeling of depth, the outcome processes, the shades of the dark, to the shades, of the blues, in my heart. The chrysalis fields, of the amber, men, cross, to the liking, of the filaments of the crashing substances, attire. Detuning, to this layer, of grommet, for the fuel of the hiss, of the wondering none. Force, eat not, what shall be broken in words. Make not the solid, of the clouds, you have not inherited. Be as chase to the polar, in the place of the bank on a hill. Dowse not the Kimble, feel the word, for the soup is cold, for the fervent are forgotten, in the daylight. Once we begin, we on a far side, the thought, and, thus we crave the being, to share with us. Come, let though thou are frustrated, with the inner means, of the sparring to the many, for a cent in the mid valley. Let the crisis freeze.

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A QUASAR EVENT

Last night, the skies were brimming with life. I felt like I was pulled upward. I could see the larger planets in the distance, even the one I will inhabit . I know that we were given the potential to align ourselves, and even graft to the planet, that corresponds to our evolution; as it is basic, for, me, I found myself in a quasar event. I could see the dept in every world, as it were an upward circuit, pulling, from the celestial bodies, mansions, to celestial mansions. I remembered the portal station,  the triangle, in the Arizona desert. and believed, they are still sitting within, the triangular portal, waiting for my return home. My question, is away’s the same, should I keep them waiting, as I also noticed, that there are areas on Earth, where the Earth’s electric magnetic fields, are strongest. The polarities, in increments, helped me find this, internal resonance, which could only be found, when we are connected. So much, could I see. The chambers in the heavens, they were alive, each communicating, with the other, as the Earth continued to rotate, the celestial, bodies gave off, these beautiful color, tones, one gave, and the other would received, these beautiful colors in motion. Everything, appeared to be, in perfect order, with the signature of dissimilarity, yet harmony, between the celestial objects. I could feel, that even though I, am here, the corresponding heavenly body, moves with me, I am in a constant, existence with it, as it does not separate. The more I abandon worldly, ways the closer, I am to my corresponding Planetary family, even the planet which corresponds to my continual existence, has made a bond with me. I am carried, into the space noise, notable, through the waves inside of me, becoming a part of me, in my  continuum. The sounds, moved with every stimuli-ed color, in space, and every, color tone, as though it were a word, that I could understand, as vast distances between, the planets, and I were led closer, as though, there were a straight line between us, as though I could, reach up, and touch them. I could feel my spirit, heal, from the unconscious, and conscious, abuse this world has become accustom to, as I become endowed, with space, energy, elevating, within, me, electronic synthesis, burning away, the unessential’s, as I am constantly being made, a new. The multitudes, they were moving in space, benevolent beings, reminding me, of my place, as I grow nearer to them, each passing day, each with a new message for me, as I tune out, further from this world, and closer to the my, next world visitation, even another dimension.

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