ONCE UPON A TIME
Once upon a time our solar system, was visited by a mysterious race, called the Watchers. Actually they were a multi-dimensional group of entities, far ahead in their development, compared to other lifeforms developing in our young galaxy. The Watchers considered themself as cosmic gardeners. The planets, which contained life suitable for their purposes, were carefully studied and in every form imaginable they registered their growthpotential. Feeling like Gods, they operated that way. Leaving traces around the milkyway, where they presented themselves as Gods, Superior Masters or representatives of the Universal System. When they left, they always promised to return and providing the Elite, with the necessary tools to remain in power and continu the scientific experiment.When they visited earth, they used their knowledge to create a slave-race, through genetical experiments, which sometimes went totally wrong. During this period of trial and error, about 300.000 years asgo, a galactic war broke out. The Watchers left Earth in a hurry. Their experiments were still in an embryonal state. There was no other possibility then to hand over the gathered knowhow in a very short time. It was impossible, even for them, to prepare a decent transfer. As a result, the Books of Knowledge were shattered. Every major power on the planet Earth had obntained parts of it. Lots of information was lost, still hidden or falsely presented.
The experiment on planet Earth went on. The Watchers, though expected to return, got, one way or another , lost in time-space. They were not heard of since. We were on our own now, or so we thougnt. But deeply routed in our genes, the Watchers had programmed to await their return; whatever happened. Human beings were programmed to believe in miracles and extra-terrestial saviours, like Jesus Christ. But he had disappeared too.
THE ART OF FLYING
" Master, look, the birds are dancing in the sky. They are dancing to honour you.""They are dancing to welcome the future, a new world."
" But master, I hear they are singing your name."
" That's because I am the future."
Meanwhile in the motherchip the commander and his staff gathered for a final meeting. Countdown for Operation Harvest had begun. While everybody waited until the commander had occupied his chair, every entity present in the room checked their latest data.
Commander Orlov, was a wellrespected captain in the Imperial Fleet. Though he was not the right man for the job, Central Comand had put him in charge. He kinew that he could only proof himself or fail. The Handbook for Alien Contact would be his guideline. In the end it would all be simple. The planet Earth had to be harvested. It meant that the whole planet, including its inhabitants, should be stripped for use elsewhere in the Empire. When this was done, the remnants would be left to the Aliens, never to be heard from again. Though he looked human, Orlov had no genetical connection what-so-ever with the human inhabitants of this planet. He didn't care at all for his look-a-likes. Just the Imperial Timeline would be his guide. It meant that about 2012 the overt operations could be started, finishing the job in 2016.
He had carefully chosen his officers, which had resulted in a diverse crew, resulting in minimal personal contact. That was the way he liked it, that was the way to run a ship.
Commander Orlov, was a wellrespected captain in the Imperial Fleet. Though he was not the right man for the job, Central Comand had put him in charge. He kinew that he could only proof himself or fail. The Handbook for Alien Contact would be his guideline. In the end it would all be simple. The planet Earth had to be harvested. It meant that the whole planet, including its inhabitants, should be stripped for use elsewhere in the Empire. When this was done, the remnants would be left to the Aliens, never to be heard from again. Though he looked human, Orlov had no genetical connection what-so-ever with the human inhabitants of this planet. He didn't care at all for his look-a-likes. Just the Imperial Timeline would be his guide. It meant that about 2012 the overt operations could be started, finishing the job in 2016.
He had carefully chosen his officers, which had resulted in a diverse crew, resulting in minimal personal contact. That was the way he liked it, that was the way to run a ship.
ALWAYS KEEP ASKING QUESTIONS. SiTU-AXIOMA
Student. " Is there a Heaven, Master, is there a Hell?"
Master: " I wish it would be that easy to answer."
Master: " I wish it would be that easy to answer."
GREAT MASTER OF THE PAST.
SiTU Panchen
MAITREYA PREDICTIONS
" I GET KNOCKED DOWN, BUT I GET UP AGAIN. YOU NEVER GONNA KEEP ME DOWN."
" MASTER, WHY ARE YOU PLAYING THAT SONG OVER AND OVER AGAIN?"
" IT REMINDS ME OF THE GOOD TIMES."
" THE GOOD TIMES MASTER, THIS SONG IS ABOUT VIOLENCE."
" SOMETIMES VIOLENCE IS AN IMPORTANT TOOL."
" WHO WERE YOU FIGHTING, MASTER. DID YOU WIN THE BATTLE?"
" NO, WE LOST IN THE END."
" MASTER, HOW LONG DID THIS BATTLE LAST?"
" FROM AUGUST TILL MAY."
" THAT LONG, MASTER?"
" YOU HAVE TO UNDERSTAND, THAT WE ARE TALKING ABOUT FOOTBALL."
" WHY NOW, MASTER, ARE YOU HONOURING THE PAST."
" NO, MY SON, I AM PREPARING FOR THE FUTURE."
" MASTER, WHY ARE YOU PLAYING THAT SONG OVER AND OVER AGAIN?"
" IT REMINDS ME OF THE GOOD TIMES."
" THE GOOD TIMES MASTER, THIS SONG IS ABOUT VIOLENCE."
" SOMETIMES VIOLENCE IS AN IMPORTANT TOOL."
" WHO WERE YOU FIGHTING, MASTER. DID YOU WIN THE BATTLE?"
" NO, WE LOST IN THE END."
" MASTER, HOW LONG DID THIS BATTLE LAST?"
" FROM AUGUST TILL MAY."
" THAT LONG, MASTER?"
" YOU HAVE TO UNDERSTAND, THAT WE ARE TALKING ABOUT FOOTBALL."
" WHY NOW, MASTER, ARE YOU HONOURING THE PAST."
" NO, MY SON, I AM PREPARING FOR THE FUTURE."
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