John Winston wrote:
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> Subject: A Long Time Ago. Part 2. Mar 29, 2008.
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> This shows how earthpeople treat spacepeople when
> they do great things.
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> Everything had happened so quickly. Thao was still
> at my side, her face reflecting disgust and sadness,
> rather than anger.
> Another glance at the panel revealed a new scene -
> of the sphere pursing the ants in their hasty
> retreat, not only with the camera, but also with the
> d-adly beam. The rest of the swarm, which I
> estimated to comprise six or seven hundred, were
> being decimated. Not one was left a-ive.
> The sphere returned to its earlier position above
> the beach and produced a special tool with which
> it combed through the carc*****. I could see one
> of the astronauts seated at her desk, talking into
> her computer. This prompted me to ask Thao if she
> was supervising the work being carried out.
> "At the moment, yes, for this work was not
> originally scheduled. We are taking samples of
> these creatures, pieces of lung in particular,
> in order to analyse them. We think that certain
> types of radiation have produced this mutant
> form of creature. In fact, ants do not have
> lungs but the only logical explanation for
> their sudden gigantism is..."
> Thao stopped short. The camera was relaying
> a picture of the men now re-emerging form their
> shelters, gesticulating wildly at the sphere.
> They were holding their arms open-wide and
> prostrating themselves on the ground. They
> repeated this pattern.
> "Can they see this vessel?" I asked.
> "No. We are at an altitude of 40 000 metres,
> and, further, there are presently three layers
> of cloud between the planet and us. On the
> other hand, they can see our satellite and I
> think it is to that they are addressing these
> gestures of gratitude."
> "Perhaps they take the sphere to be a G-d
> which has saved them from ruin?"
> "It’s quite possible."
> "Can you tell me what is happening? Who are
> these people?"
> "It would take too long to explain to you,
> Michel, especially now with so much activity
> in the vessel, but I can satisfy your curiosity
> by explaining briefly.
> "These people are, in a way, the descendants
> of certain ancestors of people existing still
> on your planet. In fact, a group of their
> ancestors peopled a continent on the planet
> Earth about 250 000 of your Earth years ago.
> Here, they possessed a civilization which was
> very advanced but, having raised enormous
> p-litical barriers between themselves, they
> finally destroyed themselves, 150 years ago,
> with the atom." (JW That statement of 150
> years ago could be a mistake and they may
> have displaced a decimal when putting down
> the number.)
> "Do you mean - a total n-clear w-r?"
> "Yes, brought about by chain reaction. We
> come, from time to time, to take samples in
> order to study the degree of radiation still
> existing in various regions. Sometimes too,
> just as a few moments ago, we help them."
> (for scandinavian readers - some similar
> things was shown the swedish co-tactperson
> http://www.galactic-server.net/rune/ante-ufo.html
> Ante Jonsson in 1984 - It is quite clear
> that they have tried to give all klnd of
> warnings to earthpeople in the last years.
> -comment
> "But they must take you to be Go- himself
> after what you did just now!"
> Thao smiled and nodded her head. "Ah yes,
> that's certainly true, Michel. They take us
> to be go-s, exactly as, on your planet, certain
> of your ancestors also took us to be gods.
> Still, they talk of us...in the past on earth
> those BIG pleiadian/lyran giants was taken to
> be -ods - from the more primitive earth-people
> watching & their "miracles" and technique. I
> see the r-ce from Thao's people possible coming
> from the same cosmic family. More on this info
> translated to norwegian
> http://www.galactic-server.net/rune/etgen.html
> here - from Lyssa Royals quite logicial
> c-annelings and from information from the
> con-acts from
> http://www.galactic-server.net/rune/indexsemjase3.html
> Semjase. (r-ø-made - not from book on the
> Thao-contact)
> I must have shown complete surprise, as Thao
> threw me a look of amusement.
> "I told you a moment ago that my explanation
> is somewhat premature.
> We'll have plenty of time to talk of this
> again. Besides, that's why you are with us."
> With that, she excused herself and resumed
> her place in front of a "screen-desk". The
> images were changing rapidly on the panel. The
> sphere was on its way up and we had a view of
> a whole section of the continent, on which,
> I noticed in places, patches of green and
> brown.
> The sphere took its place again within the
> vessel and we departed.
> We flew over the planet at a breathtaking
> speed and I allowed myself to be imprisoned
> in my armchair by the force field.
> On the screen were images of the waters of
> an immense ocean. We could distinguish an
> island, which "grew" rapidly.
> It seemed to be a very low island although,
> for me, the problems of estimating dimensions
> were very real.
> The entire procedure, already described, was
> repeated. We stopped above the coast and, this
> time, four spheres left the spacecraft and
> descended to the island. On the panel I could
> see a beach which the camera was scanning.
> On the water's edge lay what looked like
> thick slabs, around which were gathered n-ked
> men - the same kind we had seen earlier. They
> didn't appear to have noticed the sphere and
> I assumed that this time, it was at a much
> higher altitude, in spite of the ever closing
> images we were receiving.
> On the panel, we could now see the men
> carrying one of the slabs into the waves. It
> floated, as if made of cork. The men hoisted
> themselves up on to it, grabbed large oars
> that they handled skilfully and the boat took
> to the open sea. When they were a good
> distance from the shore, they threw out
> fi****ng lines and, to my surprise, almost
> immediately, pulled up fish of what seemed
> a respectable size.
> It was quite fascinating to see how these
> men were surviving, and to be capable of
> helping them, as if we were go-s.
> I had released myself from the force field,
> wanting to go and study the other screens
> that were receiving different images. Just
> as I was about to venture from my seat, I
> received an order, without hearing a sound:
> "Stay where you are, Michel." I was stupefied.
> It was as if the voice was inside my head.
> I turned my head in Thao's direction and she
> was smiling at me. I decided to try something,
> and thought as hard as I could, "T-lepathy
> is great, isn't it Thao?"
> "Of course," she replied in the same manner.
> "It’s wonderful! Can you tell me what the
> temperature is down there at the moment?"
> She checked the data at her desk. "Twenty
> eight of your degrees Celsius. By day, the
> average temperature is thirty eight degrees."
> I said to myself if I was deaf and mute,
> I could communicate with Thao quite as easily
> as I can with the spoken word.
> "Exactly, my dear."
> I looked at Thao with some surprise. I had
> been making a personal reflection and yet she
> had intercepted my thoughts. I was a little put
> out by this.
> She gave me a wide smile. "Don't worry,
> Michel. I was merely being playful and I ask
> that you forgive me.
> "Normally, I only read your thoughts when
> you ask me a question. I just wanted to
> demonstrate what is possible in this domain;
> I won't do it again."
> I returned her smile and redirected my
> attention to the panel.
> There I could see a sphere on the beach,
> very close to a group of men who didn't seem
> to notice it. This sphere was removing sand
> samples from a spot about ten meters from the
> group. By te-epathy, I asked Thao why these
> people were unable to see the machine.
> "It's night," she answered.
> "Night? But how is it that we can see things
> so clearly?"
> "Special cameras, Michel - something like
> your infra-reds."
> Now I better understood why the images
> received were less "luminous" than on our
> preceding stops. However, the close-ups were
> excellent. Just then, on the panel, we had a
> shot of a face apparently that of a female.
> It was really horrible. The poor creature
> had an enormous gash where her left eye
> should have been. Her mouth was positioned
> to the right of her face and appeared as a
> tiny little opening in the middle of her jaw,
> around which were lips that seemed fused
> together. On the top of her head, a single
> tuft of hair hung pitifully.
> We could now see her b-easts, and very
> pretty they would have been, if one of them
> hadn't had a purulent wound on the side.
> "With br-asts like that she must be young?"
> I asked.
> "The computer puts the age at 19 years."
> "Radiation?"
> "Of course."
> Other people appeared, some of whom were
> perfectly normal looking.
> There were males among them, with an athletic
> build, who looked to be in their twenties.
> "What is the age of the oldest? Do you know?"
> "At present, we have no record of anyone
> older than 38 years, and a year on this planet
> is 295 days of 27 hours. Now, if you look at the
> screen, you can see a close-up of the g-nital
> area of that handsome and athletic young man.
> As you will note, the ge-itals are totally
> atrophied. We've already worked out, from
> previous expeditions, that there are very few
> men actually capable of procreation - and yet,
> there are great numbers of children. It's the
> survival instinct of all r-ces to reproduce as
> soon as possible. Thus, the obvious solution
> would be that the males capable of reproduction
> are "s-uds". This man must be one of them, I
> think."
> Indeed, the camera was showing a man of
> about 30 years perhaps, possessing physical
> attributes certainly capable of producing
> offspring.
>
> Part 2.
>
> John Winston. johnfw@[EMAIL PROTECTED]
made the Arianhod, as such what most call God, is but a Machine.
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