OftheSoul: Song in the Key of Sting: When the Angels Fall, or Life in a Post-Disclosure World

Perhaps the Dream Was Dreaming Us

For races with advanced physics, it
isn't difficult to shock 'n' awe Terrans
with "miracles" and "prophecies"
and get them to bend the knee...
then viola, suddenly the aliens are
"gods" telling their "chosen people"
what to do.

         Alex, I'm afraid I must respectfully disagree, sir. Honestly, I don't think we should be in such a rush for any new "mentors." Need time to get over this thousands-of-years-long hangover we're reeling from right now, caused in some part by the old mentors, and in some part by our own bad decisions.

         Don't know if they realize it or not, but these "angels" have definitely fallen in our eyes, and we need more mentors like...well, like Colorado, or Mars or the moon need more Terrans cowering underground from a coming apocalypse...now, that's just kinda' DUMB. Oy vey, enough with the mentors already [face/palm]. "Humanity, get off your knees," indeed.

       When the influence of the old mentors is over, the hope is We Won't Be Fooled Again. The goal, I think, is that there won't be any "new boss/same as the old boss," because by then we should have finally figured out the virtues of being our own boss. That's the theory I hold, at least....it doesn't escape me that, looking at our history, I've got nothing with which to back up my theory.

         I come up short there. Admittedly, it's a Hail Mary. Yet, I plod forward, I've no choice...we've no choice, have we? We have to trudge onward through this sweltering, hellish desert full of mentor-made mirages. Many of us have been, and will continue to be picked off by the vultures. But we have to keep moving.

This 19th century illustration is part
of a story about a female ET bearing
a little box of goodies for some fisher-
men in Japan. Humans are suckers
for shiny new toys (see: Ume no Chiri).

Listen Terrans, if any glowing, benevolent-seeming, supermodel-looking, wannabe mentors offers so much as one tiny aspirin to deal with the pain of the hangover we caused ourselves --do not take it. That's what got us in this mess in the first place: they with their generous offers of "knowledge," "solutions," "assistance," and we with our incessant addiction to the (seeming) shortcuts in spiritual and technical development dangled before us. Shiny things distract us.

Let's be big boys and girls next time, shall we? Let's actually study for our karmic tests next time, rather than pay the nerdy (grey) guys to create cheat sheets for us, pay by the blood of our own. And let's actually take the tests, and complete them, rather than hop and skip timelines trying to avoid them. I know, sounds crazy, but it just might work. This pain, bloodshed and confusion, it too shall pass, and we'll be all the wiser for it ...if we survive it, that is.

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When the Angels Fall

So high above the world tonight
The angels watch us sleeping
And underneath a bridge of stars
We dream in safety's keeping

But perhaps the dream
Is dreaming us
Soaring with the seagulls...

Perhaps the dream
Is dreaming us
Astride the backs of eagles

            When the angels fall
            Shadows on the wall
            In the thunder's call
            Something haunts us all
            When the angels fall
            When the angels fall

Take your father's cross
Gently from the wall
A shadow still remaining

See the churches fall
In mighty arcs of sound
And all that they're containing

Yet all the ragged souls
of all the ragged men
looking for their lost homes

Shuffle to the ruins
from the leveled plain
to search among the tombstones

            When the angels fall
            Shadows on the wall
            In the thunder's call
            Something haunts us all
            When the angels fall
            When the angels fall
            When the angels fall

These are my feet
These are my hands
These are my children
And this is my demand:

Bring Down the Angels!
Cast Them from My Sight!
I never want to see
A million suns at midnight

Your hands are empty
The streets are empty
You can't control us
You can't control us anymore

When the angels fall
When the angels fall
When the angels fall
When the angels fall
When the angels fall
Peace on Earth
When the angels fall
Joy to all mankind
When the angels fall...

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Bring Down the Angels:
Voices of the Not-So-Impressed

In the words of the late Dr. Karla Turner, activist, abductee:

One of Karla's books is available for
free here: The Masquerade of Angels.

Do you remember reading about the early contactees of the early '50s? Beautiful, human-looking aliens were coming down from 'Venus' and from 'Mars' and from 'Mercury' and they were having wonderful contacts with humans saying, "You're special. You're chosen. We have a mission for you. You're going to tell people about us. You're going to be one of those that takes the lead..." Alright?

And these people believed it, of course. And they proclaimed to the world, "My friends, the Space Brothers, are down here and they've given me a message for the world. You must listen. You must follow. Here's a prediction they're making, and it's gonna' happen."

And time after time after time these believing, well-intentioned contactees were lead into making utter fools of themselves acting on the predictions of aliens who then cut them and left them to hang on their own.

In the words of Alex Collier, activist, contactee:

The abilities [that the Andromedans] have are latent in [all of us Earth humans]. They just haven't lived in a society that has been screwed with like we have been here. They're all telepathic, they're all clairvoyant. They're all healers because they're taught all of the sciences...

They're whole...every soul knows who they are, they know who they've been, they know what their reincarnational past has been. They as a soul have a personal agenda which every time they incarnate they're consciously aware of. So they know where they're going. They see improvement in themselves, life after life after life.

If we hadn't been so screwed with here, we'd have the same abilities. We could very much be where they are. But, we've been manipulated incredibly for the last 5700 years on an intense level every day. Our real manipulation started 14000 years ago, when the Orion group started manipulating our DNA structure. So, it isn't that [the Andromedans] are better, because they're not. We're just different. We're a little bit [more] behind than they are, because of our manipulations here.

But the real bottom line here is we're all spirit. We contain a soul and that soul is a part of All That Is. And that soul has been really trying to be recognized in each of us. But it hasn't been because the material belief systems that we have revolving around us being Earth people, of us being physical, and about the real truths of our essence, of our existence, of who we are...having been blinded from us in our spiritual teachings from the religions, and from us being convinced we're something that we're not...that we're physical, that we're animal form.

And we're not, we're spirit. Our spirits animate these physical forms, period.

= They ain't falling for it. Neither should we.

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A Pageantry of Horse Pukey, or

An Entire Planet ...Bamboozled:

Miracle of the Snow

by Masolino da Panicale
c. 1428 - 1432

Just another "snow job." Snow miraculously falls in one
spot, seemingly instructions from "Mother Mary" to the
Pope as to where he should build a church. Meanwhile,
a fleet of disc-shaped "clouds" just happens to be hover-
ing overhead. Yeah, psy-ops ain't nothin' new, people.

St. Wolfgang and the Devil

by Michael Pacher

c. 1483

Since time immemorial, countless ET races, positive and negative, have been
talking out their butts to Terrans as to what we should do for them, as graphic-
ally illustrated in this medieval painting (note the reptilian's talking butt-face).