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NASA seems to have come up with an Engine design that can obtain speeds close to light…

The whole idea of space travel, would by most people, be a talk of fiction, or at least the whole idea would of come from some sort of fictional art. Movies and T.V. shows is where I first heard of the idea of space travel as a child, and then learned of the Moon landings by NASA (National Aeronautical and Space Administration) in 1969 (NASA, Wikipedia, 2021), from school in the 1970’s. It was the show Star Trek (Star Trek, Wikipedia, 2021) that first got my young untrained mind into the whole thought of being in space and traveling at great speeds. Again, Star Trek is a work of fiction, and believe it or not, some people do not believe that the Moon landing was even real, and was a hoax, just Google search Moon Landing Hoax and read on! The question is, are the ideas of space travel, whether fictional or not, a modern era creation?

With the creation of the internet, and the delivering of information to Billions at the almost the speed of light, it is easy to find information of History. The Egyptians, along with India have amazing stories of beings or Gods having flying machines or crafts that would fly, and many instances it was recorded that they could also travel outside of our world, or in space. Another ancient civilization that mentioned such attributes was the ancient Mayans, they have many stories of Gods coming from the sky in flying machines. The Hopi, a tribe of Native America, located in the southwest region of the United States also have stories of God and Gods coming down from the Sky in Machines. In recent times the Archeological discovery of ancient Sumerian texts, with it being translated, has lead the world of those interested, into a very detailed story of the their Gods and where they come from, and how they got here. Most of these stories are at the most recent close to 3000 years old. As mentioned earlier in the paragraph, Ancient India has a complete and detailed story of a flying Machine called the Vimana. A flying machine of the Gods. These writings are so detailed that it goes into the engine that propels this flying machine. The Vedas are ancient Sanskrit writings from India that are 6000 years old. With all this information about ancient civilizations having knowledge of ancient air crafts and how they were propelled, is an obvious answer to the questions asked in the opening paragraph, flying machines and the ability to travel at great speeds in space is not a new idea nor is it fiction.

Is the engine that NASA creating the future? In the sense that for our recent construction of civilization, yes, but in the big picture, with the archeologic discovery’s, from an ancient time, it is just a repeat, but instead of the Gods having these machines, now we, their creation, are doing what we were created to do, and that is evolve psychologically and socially to what they are. To be space bound, as to end up pollinating other planets with life, such like Bee’s do with flowers, as our creators did to our planet. “Then God said, “Let us make mankind in our image, in our likeness, so that they may rule over the fish in the sea and the birds in the sky, over the livestock and all the wild animals, and over all the creatures that move along the ground (Holy Bible, NIV, 2011).” Yes the bible speaks of our purpose, more than once. The Epic of Gilgamesh, is tale of creation from the Sumerian point of view, and there are so many instances of reflections of story’s that one can find in the Holy Bible (Epic Of Gilgamesh, Wikipedia, 2021). It is easy to come to a conclusion that this could be the reason why Gods are not around as much as it seems they were in ancient times. They, the God’s, knew what Human Beings were going to evolve to, God’s like them, and now hide in fear.

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The feelings of Fall

Living in a location that experiences all four seasons, I have found that I, like many others have found a favorite season. I cannot always explain exactly what it is about the season some refer to as Autumn, but for me it is everything but Fall. The perfect temperature. The mornings are cool and crisp, the day still gets warm enough to break a sweat, and the nights become a chill perfect for sleeping. The colors and smells of the local foliage, causes me to become nostalgic, and lament on television programs from my childhood. The Peanuts is the first one that is recalled, The Great Pumpkin! Images of Halloween with children downing a costume all for that one night of the year they can go from house to house to receive their treat. The once full of corn, fields are now golden with the left over remains of the yield that has been harvested. The daylight becomes shorter and nights longer, then the sky becomes gray and cloudy, and the cold rains begin. The kind of rain that deserves a Hot Chocolate with marshmallows. For me Fall brings emotions of happiness and joy, a time of gathering and reaping what we have sown. It is a time of great food; made from the harvest of the provisions that we have toiled for. Yes, The feelings of Fall.

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Are we being controlled by unseen entities?

In the world we live in there are 3 major religions that account for nearly 3 billion people of the 7 billion that inhabit this planet. All 3 of these religions are in part responsible for countless wars and militias conflicts killing millions throughout a span of less than 2 thousand years. All 3 three of these religions extend from the same, so-called loving God. The same God that had his own son killed to supposedly forgive all for them being human.  Now only one of those religions believe in that son anyway, even though he is from the same God. A God full of love and kindness, along with forgiveness, unless you disobey him, then he annihilates the entire planet. Yeah, in fact he has done it once before according to the Bible, ad is going to do it again, according to the same book. Where does all this non-sense come from? Are we being controlled by unseen entities?

    Today the average person seems to only be here to create waste, and do others work so that a few can have more than the most. Yes, you are only here to work and consume, then you die. Of course, you can breed to make others just like you, so they can also create waste and be enslaved for someone else’s wealth. The question is where did this pattern of hierarchy come from? Is this something learned from trial and error or is it something that was left as an example, just as our parents portray actions of their own to be as examples for their children.

   The Bible is what many use in the western world to reference to history that far back. The average person at least will use the Bible, educated individuals know that there were other cultures and societies that were also writing their interpretation of what was happening, and with detail. The ancient Egyptians of course, but even before them, was the Sumerians. A lot of mystery behind the society with the oldest known writings and alphabet that scientist have found to date. Their story of creation is somewhat different than the Bible, and yet with many similarities. The big difference is that instead of one God, it was a group of beings not from this planet, and they came here hundred of thousands of years ago to terraform the planet to extract resources. The planet was covered in water, and the Aliens used their advanced technology to move away water to expose land. When the time came to do manual labor, the aliens did not want to do their own work, so created a race of biological beings, part natural from this planet and part of these aliens. At first the beings created could not reproduce, but this meant the aliens had to continuously create workers, so they manipulated the current workers DNA and then cloned a female version so then the workers could reproduce, again alleviating the lazy aliens of another task. One of the Gods, or group of aliens, thought that the worker race deserved to be able to be enlightened and flourish just as they themselves have. Some of these aliens did not want the workers to be of a higher consciousness, they wanted them to maintain a more animal like life. These aliens are also responsible for many of the so-called natural disasters that have helped wipe out humankind, along with animals and plants several different times through out history.

    The Anunnaki. This is the name the Sumerians used for the Gods. They supposedly hailed from a planet that is a part of our solar system. Our solar system has another sun, a dark sun, and this planet’s orbit is at such a degree that a so many thousands of years it dips into our planets orbit around our sun. This has become a prominent theory, the dual sun solar system, and the crazy thing is the Sumerians were writing about it 5000 years ago. Not only that these writings are set on clay tablets and etched into stone, something also that cannot be tampered with. Unlike the Bible which has been translated several times and rewritten along with being manipulated to be as a psychological control method, more than it is a message of love and hope. Are these beings the God of the Bible? Are they the ones who created mankind as we know it? The Anunnaki would in later periods, pick certain humans to be rulers over the rest. Appointing kings and such over the other humans, as to take their place while away. If any of this is to be taken as truth, then one must know, that according to the Sumerian codex and other cuneiform, the planet these beings are from is supposed to be making its round. Here is an article maybe you should check this out…

  This is an article and picture from on a planet lurking just behind Neptune.

   With the hierarchy thumbprint along with how easy it is for most humans to be so conformed to the fact of being a slave for no good reason other than to make others lives more abundant and healthier and happier, all in the while killing ourselves and the planet with the whole idea of this horribly wicked and sick society that has been created. So the question remains, Are we being controlled by unseen entities?

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His Covenant

By W.M. Stickell O.M. copy rights 2021

I was standing, at a bus stop. It was the last stop on the route before it turned around and became a different bus. I usually can get a free ride back into the city, by the regular driver. It had to be close to 11 pm. The stop was in a rural area that was zoned for industrial, but new, so it did not have going on yet very much with a whole lot of structures, this also meant there was not a great deal of lighting either. The stop had some woods just behind it, and it could seem ominous some nights, or even creepy. With there being no traffic, it made it that much more to subjected thoughts of a old horror flick. I then started to hear something. It was a bit off, but I thought I could hear someone say “get the fuck out of here”, and it was kind of loud. Then I could hear more, and the sound was as if there were several people walking through the woods. Within several seconds I could see some figures coming my way, through the woods, just behind the bus stop. I have never really explored that specific area, as to see were it came out or how much area did it really cover. I could start making out the first figure. At a distance, you could start to conclude that this dude was homeless. He had a sheet, or blanket, that was a dingy white hanging around his neck. This is indicative to the homeless downtown, especially early in the mornings, when they would be rolling out of their spot they had for the night, to go to a spot where they might serve the homeless something to eat and drink for breakfast, it would usually be somewhere around or in a church. The guy had long black knotted up hair, he was mainly quit, it was the several behind him, including a chick that were the ones that seemed to be loud. As they all finally came into sight, there were 13, or maybe 14? I could see someone running from them, still in the woods. As they all finally came into better light and out of the woods, one of them was still speaking on whoever they had chased off. I could hear him mutter angerly about ” a fucking snitch” and how “they should kill himself”, it was kind of negative, and this all made me on high alert. 12 guys and one chick, all looking homeless, just came out of the woods at 11 pm, so yeah I was weary as hell.

The guy who lead the group out, began to speak, as though he was replying to the other guy mumbling toward the back. He stated that ” the damage had been done, and that they all knew he was going to do it”. The whole time when he was saying these things, he never took his eyes off me, and I never took mine of him, only using my peripheral vision to see the others. The group and the one in front, came closer, with the chick just behind the leader. When he got within ten feet he smiled, and spoke to me, ” hey you got a bowl?” Immediately the one who was mumbling before blurted out, ” wait till your Father hears about this”! The lead dude said back to him, ” well my father should be here soon to pick me up”, “we need to go meet up with him, and I am sure he has already heard about it”. He then looked directly at me, and asked again, “you got a bowl”? I looked at him, with a suspicious face, and squinty eyes, and replied, “like a weed smoking bowl”? He nodded and said “yeah”! I did, but was a little skeptic, and did not see this dude’s angle, or who he was in all actuality. But weed is and always been the best for being a friend maker. So, I was like ” I sure do”. I pulled the bowl out from my jeans pocket, still packed, with some fresh green. I handed it to him and said here you get first green. He smiled and asked if I had a lighter, I laughed and said, “maybe I should just smoke it”, as I giggled. I handed him my lighter, that was in the same pocket, and he lit the bowl. The dude smoked my whole bowl, in one hit. I looked at him, with a sad look, and said, “dude that was my last bowl, and I didn’t even get a hit”. He gave me a reassuring smile, and said, “no worries Bro”! Then pulled a small, burlap type of string drawn purse. In there he pulled out this beautifully red, green, and purple bud of cannabis. It glistened with the light reflecting of the abundance of trichome. I could easily smell the most pungent weed I have ever smelled. My mouth literally began to water, he told me to empty the ash out of my bowl, and give it to him, I did as so. He barely took a pinch of the small. but very dense looking bud and put it in my bowl. He then started to tell me about this strain, and how it had been in his family for so many generations, that he couldn’t remember how long ago it was, when a distant ancestor of his, discovered it in this specific mount range. I am guessing somewhere in the middle east, I really couldn’t understand the names he was saying, I was unfamiliar with the region he was mentioning. He said that this relative of his was roaming about on this mountain that was owned by his people, and came across this bushy, and very thick with vegetation, that it stood out. He continued to say how the red hairs made it look as though it was on fire, and he said, “it is fire”! He then went on, and said, “my family is the only one with this specific strain, no one else has it, and it is “heavenly”! He then handed me the bowl, and said “smoke this, and you will know that I am telling the truth”. I went to put it to my mouth, and I could already taste the terrapenes, and I looked at him, as if I already knew, how good it was. He then said, “you look for this weed, you will find me, if you find this weed, you will find me”. “My father is coming to pick me up, and take me back home, to his mansion, where there is an eternal abundance of this one and only, heavenly bud”.

I took as big of hit as I could hold in my lungs, and it was exactly what he said it would be, “Heavenly”! I can’t remember much more than that. I woke up around 5:30 in the morning, and cannot remember how I got home, or going to bed. I could not remember nothing after that hit. I have not gotten that whole encounter out of my head. Even years later I frequent homeless places where they are known to gather, in hope to come across him, and his weed again. Occasionally, when I tell this story to other homeless people, one will pop up and say that they have come across them before and that they heard they all went up north to where his father’s place is. I think that’s what I am going to do, go up north and look for this dude and his Father, and see if I can score some more of that Heavenly weed!