An Unsavory Ruse
Do You Feel Me Watching?
"Listen up bankers; politicians, lawyers, entertainers, religious funda-dundas and sundry. It’s coming up through the ranks, down through the power lines and there is nothing you can do about it. Be wise and make the necessary changes, so that your country and people might prosper and survive."--les visible
Can't Duplicate Soul
On the television, you appear normal enough. I mean--it's easy to don an outfit. Especially with the commercials and soap-operas showing you how to look human.
The suits, the skirts and earrings. Nice enough, but try not to be too auspicious....humans have a distrust of wealthy people.
And try to keep the tics and funny facial quirks to a minimum. It gives you away. We know you really don't want to be here. You're just playing out your Karma, as we all are.
When you look at us, it would help if you could keep the ferocity at bay. The eyes are the mirror to the soul, no matter where you come from.
The disdain should be kept to a minimum, too. No one hates their own kind so much that it shows like a cheap suit. Humans can sniff out phony's, just like dogs.
Pretend to care for our planet...we love her deeply and are attached to her like our own souls. Your destruction does not sit lightly on our mind.
If you want to win us over, it behooves you to act like our lives have meaning, other than the consumers and worshippers you have pegged us for.
Seriously, you have arrived at a time of very low frequency in our stage of development. We are barely above a slight buzz at the moment, due to the continued numbing of our hearts and minds you are facilitating with your crushing agenda.
We know we are better than this, but the knowledge is buried far away, never surfacing, even at this time of great wonder and enlightenment.
I must commend you, we almost can't remember ourselves.
HOWEVER : : :
So as not to be confused with the apathetic drones you imagine us to be, I warn you that you are in for a rude awakening.
Not to brag, but we are coming alive to the truth of ourselves. Calling to mind in some distant memory, the pride and glory of the human race. The stately manner we used to carry ourselves in, and the talents we gave to the Universal One.
I'm sorry to burst your inflated bubble, but time is running out for you and your deceptions.
My advice to you would be to beg mercy for your sins. People are the most forgiving of creatures, when approached with an honest intent.
Don't worry about your disrupted plan, you can always go back to it should the transformation fail.
But I have a strong feeling that once you taste the fruits of what the Apocalypse has in mind, you will not want to go back.
None of us will.