Murrmurr
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- Sacramento, California
After gazing out the window for, he doesn’t know how long, Dross led Jim to a 3rd room where two or three tall greys and two of “another kind” sat at a long table. One of the other kinds was obviously female. “That was just a vibe at first, a nurturing, unconditional, pure love vibe. But then I heard this soft, beautiful voice….”
She: It’s alright. Everything is fine. There is no need to fear us. I have known you for a long time, and I love you.
Despite the assuring voice, the sight of her and the other one scared the hell out of Jim at first, and he’s sure that’s why she spoke up right away. He described them as 8 or 9ft tall green mantids…as in, extraordinarily huge praying mantises. “Frightening-looking. Nightmarish. The stuff of horror films. But so gentle, respectful, protective…the only word for it is loving.”
Sitting on the end of the table where Jim stood was one of those black cubes, just like he’d seen in the “kids room” and on the table in front of the TG who sat across from the podium TG during his 2nd experience.
“Suddenly this image pops up from the cube and floats a couple feet above it, like a hologram only in perfect HD-3D. The image was as wide as my out-stretched arms, and it starts moving, and I’m seeing rows and rows…endless rows of men in military uniforms, all marching in precise unison. And they look real, like they’re really there. I could see the texture of their skin, and the threads on their patches; I could smell the dirt and grass they were marching on.
“And I thought ‘Vietnam,’ you know? But then I see several tanks goin’ in different directions, and then these weird military Jeeps roll in, and they’ve each got like a wall cutting across the center, and each wall has the grief-end of a dozen or so 9-inch (diameter) gun-barrels sticking out of them. And farther back in this field are these super-long cannons on small platforms with big, fat tires, and one of them blasts out a huge rocket that instantly takes off at, like, 2000 mph, and then takes a sharp right turn, like it’s a guided missile.
“And it’s obvious this isn’t ’Nam; this is some war in the future. I was 24 when I’m seeing this, so at first I thought near future, because I assumed the images they were showing me were relevant to me, personally. But we didn’t have weapons like that back then. Not even close.
“I’ve seen them recently, though….in Ukraine.”
This is where I told Jim I’ve seen videos about alien abductions, and almost all the abductees are shown images of war, and the aliens warn them this great war is coming…
“Yes, but they misunderstand the message, Frank. The aliens aren’t warning us that there’s a war coming. Hell, we all know a war is coming; a war is always coming. That’s the message. The aliens are warning us to stop having all these wars or else there won’t be enough of us left…well, positively not enough with the motivation and commitment to fight the real war; the one we were chosen to fight eons ago. The Heavenly War.”
By Heavenly War, Jim doesn’t mean religious war: “It’s definitely a good versus evil war, and it will be devastating, but it takes place in the heavens; in outer space. It’s intergalactic. And it has nothing whatsoever to do with our planet; it’s about all life everywhere.”
After the hologram ended…
Dross: We can not stop this. It is prohibited to intervene in these matters. Your kind must learn and change, or we are all doomed.
J: Wars are president-level, military-industrial-complex decisions. What can I do? I’m just one guy.
She: You have done much already, Jim. You have no idea.
J: With my blood and tissue samples? And my semen? What was the purpose of all that?
Dross: It will be a waste of time to explain the many complex processes we have developed and refined over many generations. You will not understand.
Jim: Try me. Explain it, and if I don’t understand, then explain it in simpler terms.
She stood from the table: Essence.
I’ll interject here that Jim said She wore a long, beautiful red gown with glowing green flecks and streaks all through it, and it hung to her “ankles” but it seemed weightless. He had a really hard time describing it. Also, it was sleeveless, and She definitely had praying-mantis arms.
Anyway, Jim understood that She used the word essence as a substitute for a thing or substance he wouldn’t understand.
She walked over to him: Humans possess a highly specialized essence intended to serve a great and noble purpose; the preservation of all life in the universe.
She then looked at Dross and gestured in a way that Jim took to mean “Go ahead; explain.”
Just then, several small greys came in and walked directly over to Jim. Some ran around him a couple times, and they touched his arms and his hands and squeezed his biceps, and they wanted to touch his long hair, so he bent down and let them. Jim is sure they were in that 1st room he went into. He said they were playful and friendly, and they just seemed like a bunch of happy little kids.
Jim (kind of angrily): Are these hybrids? Are they mine? Is this why you excruciatingly sucked semen out of me?
Dross: These are not your children. You have no children.
Then Dross explained that most of those “children” were over twice Jim’s age, some twice their age, and that small greys could live to several hundred times the lifespan of an average human.
According to Jim, “TGs live for tens of thousands of years, but they mature at a pace relative to the average human who lives for around 80. That’s why, from their point of view, the people of Earth are advancing at an accelerated rate, and that’s why they’re all so interested in us - what creative and well-educated humans can accomplish in 10 or 15 years takes them thousands of years.
“All the advanced technology and knowledge of the Aliens that we know about, because we’ve seen them, all that took tens of thousands, and for some, even millions of years of experiments and development.”
She: It’s alright. Everything is fine. There is no need to fear us. I have known you for a long time, and I love you.
Despite the assuring voice, the sight of her and the other one scared the hell out of Jim at first, and he’s sure that’s why she spoke up right away. He described them as 8 or 9ft tall green mantids…as in, extraordinarily huge praying mantises. “Frightening-looking. Nightmarish. The stuff of horror films. But so gentle, respectful, protective…the only word for it is loving.”
Sitting on the end of the table where Jim stood was one of those black cubes, just like he’d seen in the “kids room” and on the table in front of the TG who sat across from the podium TG during his 2nd experience.
“Suddenly this image pops up from the cube and floats a couple feet above it, like a hologram only in perfect HD-3D. The image was as wide as my out-stretched arms, and it starts moving, and I’m seeing rows and rows…endless rows of men in military uniforms, all marching in precise unison. And they look real, like they’re really there. I could see the texture of their skin, and the threads on their patches; I could smell the dirt and grass they were marching on.
“And I thought ‘Vietnam,’ you know? But then I see several tanks goin’ in different directions, and then these weird military Jeeps roll in, and they’ve each got like a wall cutting across the center, and each wall has the grief-end of a dozen or so 9-inch (diameter) gun-barrels sticking out of them. And farther back in this field are these super-long cannons on small platforms with big, fat tires, and one of them blasts out a huge rocket that instantly takes off at, like, 2000 mph, and then takes a sharp right turn, like it’s a guided missile.
“And it’s obvious this isn’t ’Nam; this is some war in the future. I was 24 when I’m seeing this, so at first I thought near future, because I assumed the images they were showing me were relevant to me, personally. But we didn’t have weapons like that back then. Not even close.
“I’ve seen them recently, though….in Ukraine.”
This is where I told Jim I’ve seen videos about alien abductions, and almost all the abductees are shown images of war, and the aliens warn them this great war is coming…
“Yes, but they misunderstand the message, Frank. The aliens aren’t warning us that there’s a war coming. Hell, we all know a war is coming; a war is always coming. That’s the message. The aliens are warning us to stop having all these wars or else there won’t be enough of us left…well, positively not enough with the motivation and commitment to fight the real war; the one we were chosen to fight eons ago. The Heavenly War.”
By Heavenly War, Jim doesn’t mean religious war: “It’s definitely a good versus evil war, and it will be devastating, but it takes place in the heavens; in outer space. It’s intergalactic. And it has nothing whatsoever to do with our planet; it’s about all life everywhere.”
After the hologram ended…
Dross: We can not stop this. It is prohibited to intervene in these matters. Your kind must learn and change, or we are all doomed.
J: Wars are president-level, military-industrial-complex decisions. What can I do? I’m just one guy.
She: You have done much already, Jim. You have no idea.
J: With my blood and tissue samples? And my semen? What was the purpose of all that?
Dross: It will be a waste of time to explain the many complex processes we have developed and refined over many generations. You will not understand.
Jim: Try me. Explain it, and if I don’t understand, then explain it in simpler terms.
She stood from the table: Essence.
I’ll interject here that Jim said She wore a long, beautiful red gown with glowing green flecks and streaks all through it, and it hung to her “ankles” but it seemed weightless. He had a really hard time describing it. Also, it was sleeveless, and She definitely had praying-mantis arms.
Anyway, Jim understood that She used the word essence as a substitute for a thing or substance he wouldn’t understand.
She walked over to him: Humans possess a highly specialized essence intended to serve a great and noble purpose; the preservation of all life in the universe.
She then looked at Dross and gestured in a way that Jim took to mean “Go ahead; explain.”
Just then, several small greys came in and walked directly over to Jim. Some ran around him a couple times, and they touched his arms and his hands and squeezed his biceps, and they wanted to touch his long hair, so he bent down and let them. Jim is sure they were in that 1st room he went into. He said they were playful and friendly, and they just seemed like a bunch of happy little kids.
Jim (kind of angrily): Are these hybrids? Are they mine? Is this why you excruciatingly sucked semen out of me?
Dross: These are not your children. You have no children.
Then Dross explained that most of those “children” were over twice Jim’s age, some twice their age, and that small greys could live to several hundred times the lifespan of an average human.
According to Jim, “TGs live for tens of thousands of years, but they mature at a pace relative to the average human who lives for around 80. That’s why, from their point of view, the people of Earth are advancing at an accelerated rate, and that’s why they’re all so interested in us - what creative and well-educated humans can accomplish in 10 or 15 years takes them thousands of years.
“All the advanced technology and knowledge of the Aliens that we know about, because we’ve seen them, all that took tens of thousands, and for some, even millions of years of experiments and development.”
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